Hazel is watching Caleb eat out of the ice cream container that has her name written in black marker across the sides...

Key in hand. Key in hand. It’s getting harder to breathe with the smell coming from underneath the locked entrance.

Our first time together doesn’t really count, does it? We were angry at each other, you more so than me. I still can remember your face when I got out o...

Clinton takes a big breath before running full speed at the Alpha without any inhibitions of what he's facing. Bones meet . .

The windows are closed. Usually, she would have all the windows open, getting the last of the fall air inside her home before everything had to be seale...

Dallas

I want her to see what I want. Her.

Touching her lips first, she seems delicate much too soft for what I want—no, what I want is edged with teeth....

Dry sobbing without the wetness. Hazel has learned to cry without any sound or tears.

Clinton finishes the last bite of pie before wiping his mouth with the damn cloth my mother made me embroider for the first official meeting. Hours of s...

Clayton's POV

Her eyes look different now, the green is lost to the brown.

"What are we going to do?" Kennedy's voice shakes. The side of her hand wipes a...

My fantasy future never looked this good.

An instant reflex has the pad of my thumb wipe the blood off her lower lip, but really wanting an entry inside...