What Happens When You Lose Your Heart's

I Wanted Myself. I Wouldn't Let What Was Mine Be Destroyed.

Be Honest, How Hideous Do I Look?" He Took Another Step Back And Pursed His Lips. "that Bad, Huh?" I Muttered. No, No Bella. Actually. . ." He Seemed To Be Struggling For The Right Word. "you Look. . .sexy." I Laughed Out Loud. "right." Very Sexy, Really.

A Girl Can Dream." His Eyebrows Rose. "is That What You Dream About? Being A Monster?" "not Exactly," I Said, Frowning At His Word Choice. Monster, Indeed. "mostly I Dream About Being With You Forever.

I Was Perfect- Not Healed, But As If There Had Never Been A Wound In The First Place

How Sad. How Frightening. To Be Filled With So Much Hate That You Could Not Even Rejoice In The Healing Of A Child...how Did Anyone Ever Come To That Point?