I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

Sometimes, kismet happens.

His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny.What?” he asked, suddenly self-conscious.”Nothing. I just hadn’t realised before. Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?”Once the words slipped out, I...

As the clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late -and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in...

I’d never seen anything more beautiful -even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me,...

Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms…the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars…

The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him...

Try not to trip,” she added. “We don’t have time for a concussion today.”I groaned. That would be just like me – ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.

A veces, el dolor es el único recuerdo de que lo que tuvimos fue real.