I Love A Happy Ending. They Are

It’s Just Been My Experience That Some Kinds Of Working Relationships Are Better Motivated By Fear Than By Monetary Gain.

He Raised His Hand, Hesitant, Conflict Raging In His Eyes, And Then Swiftly Brushed The Length Of My Cheekbone With His Fingertips. His Skin Was As Icy As Ever, But The Trail His Fingers Left On My Skin Was Alarmingly Warm - Like I'd Been Burned, But Didn't Feel The Pain Of It Yet.

You Know I Love You Right?” “i Know,” He Breathed, His Arm Tightening Automatically Around My Waist. “you Know How Much I Wish It Was Enough.

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

Those Who Lived In Peaceful Nations Had Looked The Other Way As Members Of Their Own Species Starved On Their Door Step.