Most people will find you much more attractive if you smell like freshly baked cookies rather than Lysol.

But I didn't call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone - he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling.

War is the statesman&#39;s game, the priest&#39;s delight, the lawyer&#39;s jest, the hired assassin&#39;s trade.

Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.’ Yeah, I’ll fetch those slippers and stick them someplace real uncomfortable. I swear, my mother should have named me Fido. (Nick)

Written By Sherrilyn Kenyon

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links