He was sort of beautiful. In his own dark, depressing way, but still. She was going to miss that stupid fucking beautiful face.

He dropped the joint in the dirt and ran inside. It wasn’t his first, and wouldn’t be his last. The joint, that is. Not the kid. He was pretty sure, at this point, that he...

He kissed her, lay next to her on his bed, pulled her to him. Their foreheads pressed flat against one another, the admiration in their eyes intricately adjoined as one enchanted gaze, he said, “Stay.””Yes,”...

I’m not going anywhere.

It takes two to tango, and if you dance too long, implosion is inevitable.

He will give his life, for anything he feels has more of a right to live than he. Make no mistake, Elias. He’s a Reed. It’s what he does.

What is perfect, anyway? The absence of perfection and the existence of human nature in place of something we want to do or we don’t want to do, is an excuse, not an exoneration.

Emily woke to shadows and their voices. They looked different today, because the entire world hurt. The numbness had worn off sometime between sleep and awake, and she was seeing red. The shadows on the...

I already live like you,” Evan lifted his head and looked straight into Christian’s eyes. “I’m living like you right now, without her. If she leaves me when I ask her to marry me, or...

Now, Emily didn’t make a sound. There was something more defining about the soundless reality that condemned the paradigm of passion.

Christian submitted to the roll of his eyes, the churn of his stomach, the break in his knees. He willingly fell out of consciousness, surrendering his heart to the blackness. She was gone. He was...

You are a stupid fucking woman, Emily Colt. Just like all your kind. I know you hate Americans, but—I never said I hated Americans, Sergei spat. I said your kind. Women. It doesn’t matter to...

Elias could not have prepared himself for the moment that he walked into that cottage and laid his eyes on her. Her emerald green eyes–the way they gazed upon him like there were no surroundings...

She was addicted to literature like some people were addicted to heroin.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Elias. His hands caressing her feet, his arms around her body, his fingers entangled in her hair–he was so warm. It wasn’t only the temperature, it was some deep connection...

What to do with life? Get out of bed, Derek. That’s what you do. You get out of bed, and you get yourself a cup of fucking coffee. That’s all you can do.

He just wanted to get through his uninteresting day, so he could cross over into the night, and find his way to the red headed light that brightened the black sky.

Let her go,” Brendan said, and Will did. And that was the biggest mistake of his life. Letting her go.

She smiled at him, and he stopped breathing.

What did she care what became of this world when her loved ones were dead and gone?

The sound of her phone shocked her out of the dark world that was currently playing in front of her eyes from the book in her lap. She wondered sometimes, why she bothered with books....

The universe requires balance. Nothing, nothing, can exist without it. There is no life, no light, without death, without darkness. There is no memory… without emptiness.

Writing is the voices inside our heads, our minds, the creativity that exists for us to, from nothing, create alternate worlds, manipulate a personality or to introduce a new kind of love, a new kind...

She ignored his feverish, sweaty skin, his violent trembles, and she kissed him. As he passionately held her against him, the whole world disappeared. It was just him. It had always been him.

The most important things, the experiences that leave marks on our souls for everyone to see, those marks that reflect our most intense emotions in a glass pane, we will never forget.

Life wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t supposed to be. Eternal beauty could not exist if it were not for the face of a fatal flaw.

Anytime his gaze fell upon her, it was always the same. That awful chest pain, so relentless it was like his heart exploded.