Impossible Situations Are Our Specialty.

So Far I’m Not Seeing A Lot Of Difference Between Me And A Carnival Con-man.

I’d Seen Him Fight Before, But It Never Got Old. He Was Captivating. He Never Stopped Moving. Every Action Was Graceful And Lethal. He Was A Dancer Of Death.

I Knew You Were A Badass," Continued Adrian. "but I Didn't Realize Just How Much Until I Saw You Dropping Guardians Out There." "does That Mean You're Going To Be Nicer To Me?" I Teased. "i'm Already Nice To You," He Said Loftily. "do You Know How Badly I Want A Cigarette Right Now? But No. I Manfully Suffer Through Nicotine Withdrawal—all For You.

Those Who Have To Ask If Faith Is True Are Opening Up A Discussion They May Not Be Ready For.

I Wanted Him. I Arched My Back, Fully Aware Of How Vulnerable That Made Me And That I Was Giving Him An Invitation. He Accepted It And Laid Me Back Against The Table, Bringing His Body Down On Top Of Mine. That Crushing Kiss Of His Moved From My Mouth To The Nape Of My Neck. He Pushed Down The Edge Of My Dress And The Bra Strap Underneath, Exposing My Shoulder And Giving His Lips More Skin To Conquer.