As I lay alone in my bed, I prayed for eternal darkness and a sun that never rose.

Cupid’s not the only one with an arrow,” I scowled.

Raven: So Alexander, now we know what we do all day. What do you do? Alexander: I spend it thinking about you.

Who needs an umbrella in the rain?” she said, and stepped into the car.

His touch calmed me. I thought I was going to melt into the earth.

But as we are looking toward our future, I’m not sure it matters what we want to be but rather who we want to be. Someone honest or deceitful? Someone kind or cruel? Someone loyal or unfaithful? In any profession we can elect to be any of those things. I think this assignment is not only about what we choose to do but about who we choose to be. I choose to always be loyal to myself.

I’d witnessed for the first time in my vampire- obsessed existence an actual vampire bite. The only problem was that it wasn’t my neck being bitten.

Trevor was as menacing as he was gorgeous. If he were a vampire, he’d be the dark kind, the kind that sneaks up on innocent girls and bites without a thought.

Just because he has black fingernails doesn’t mean he’s a monster-that’s how you’ve defended yourself for years.

I always let the characters guide the stories. They really let me know what they want to say and what action they want to happen.