Getting up from the bed, Dominick approaches me at a slow predatory pace. Once again, I cannot move my feet.
—Elle A.
I don’t think a broken heart and shattered soul can be definedby age. However, it can be measured by the process it takes toheal.
Believe me, I’ve lived long enough to know that no matter how stable a life may seem, there’s always something that can change all of that in a blink of an eye.
As we pass the mirror in the bedroom, my attention is drawn to the lovely couple in the reflection. There is a man, tall with broad shoulders. His red hair cut short. He has nothing...
My heart thrashes in time with my feet pounding across the cold, hard ground. I can’t run any faster, longer, and yet I must. My life and my family’s survival depends on it.
As the fireworks began to illuminate the sky above them, Blake and Veronica made love for the first time on Hideaway Hill.
Did you just mentally pistol whip that guy, with his own gun? Nice, Amber. I would have just killed him.
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