Why Is It That All Cars Are

Never Accept The Blame For What Evil People Do. We Are All Responsible For Our Own Actions.

Time Was Such An Odd Thing. One Moment You Could Talk To Someone, Then Suddenly, They Were Gone.

Over The Years, She'd Learned Not To Question Him To Closely—mostly Because He Wouldn't Answer Her.

Mine. He Was Mine, And Not Even Death Would Take Him From Me—not If I Could Help It.

There Was I Thinking Being A Shifter Had Its Upsides. Looks Like I Was Wrong.