He’d fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she’d been encased a long time ago and couldn’t break free.

Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.

A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.

He stroked her back and kept a fierce grip on her like she’d fade away into one of the thousands of ghosts in this cemetery.

A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.

Bitterness gives ill-health and waste life.Gratefulness leads to good health and happy life.

Rich people think long-term. they balance their spending on enjoyment today with investing for freedom tommorow

A celebrity's body is an advertiser's canvas.

For murder though it have no tongue will speak With most miraculous organ.

My mom devised a plan to get me out of the house and gave me the choice between ballet or skating. She knew both of those sports were time-consuming and would keep me busy with hours of practice.

We used to drink an awful lot of alcohol.

Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.

By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two

I call it the Etch A Sketch life. Every few years, you should shake that thing up.