If Not For Me Being Stoned And

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

A Gun I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought. I’d Spent My Life Focusing On Hand To Hand Combat, Learning To Dodge Fangs And Powerful Hands That Could Snap My Neck. A Gun? It Was So… Well, Easy. Should I Be Insulted? I Didn’t Know. Did It Matter? I Didn’t Know That Either. All I Knew In That Moment Was That I Was Going To Die, Regardless.

But What I Found Most Interesting Was That Aaron Had Apparently Found A Way To Pass The Time Without Her. Beside Him, Holding His Hand, Was A Moroi Girl Who Looked About Eleven But Had To Be Older, Unless He'd Become A Pedophile During Our Absence.

Not Everything About Me Is Cute." "that's True, Some Things Are Cute. The Rest Are Sexy. Astonishing, Agonizingly Sexy. It's A Wonder I Can Get Anything Done At All, When All I Ever Think About Is The Way Your Lips Taste Or How Your Fingertips Feel On My Skin Or How Your Legs Are..." "adrian, Shut Up.

I Was So Awash In Sensory Overload That I Was Caught Completely Unaware When He Did Push Me Away