When I Write A Story, It's Not

One Of The Many Hazards Of Socializing With Vampires. It Makes You Smell Bad. A Minor Hazard, Comparatively.

When I Told You I Didn't Want You It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy

Could A Dead, Frozen Heart Beat Again? It Felt Like Mine Was About To.

How Dare You Imprint On My Baby? Have You Lost You Mind?

Something I've Never Seen In All My Lives. I'm Staring At... Hope." - Wanda