"You spent years in a dustbowl, scavenging for survival and counting stars, desperate for answers. Rey, I am standing in front of you, a traitor, to tell you it is right here, by my side."

"They claim that you are.. promiscuous, and unashamedly so." I said boldly, as we were alone in the vast hall. "Promiscuous?" he chuckled, a sheepish grin crawling upon his face. "No, Ms Devereaux, I simply dip my cup where there is plenty, and my dear, the world's pleasures are undoubtedly plentiful." he stated, lowering his voice. His eyes - full of mischief as he tossed the apple, catching it in his palm as it fell. "If only you are willing take them." He placed the fruit in my hand and with a nod of his head, he turned on his heel and left me without words.. {cover creds: robbie-idkay on Tumblr}

My fear is so deep that a thousand years couldn't save me now.

I didn't know what I was really doing most of the time. It may have seemed like I did but to be completely honest with myself... I ran head first into a war I didn't know anything about, without a thought in my head except to save those who saved me. I didn't know that made me a fighter. __________ All copyrights are reserved to the phenomenal author, James Dashner-the man who created the amazing trilogy of "The Maze Runner"-and to the director and makers of the movies. I only own Ame, her plot, and her perspective. Still in major editing!

"In the end, only two things matter: how well you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you." Book 2.

Waverly Trinket. The only American witch to go to a school for magic in Briten. She keeps every one at a distance, accept her little brother West. She doen't take any crap from anyone, and refuses to cave, on anything. And when she goes to the UK, she meets an over-confident, sarcastic, cocky, snide rich boy {Who may, or may not have amazing gray eyes ;) }, and for the first time feels challenged. Sirius Black might just be least of her problems when she gets to Hogwarts though... ******All characters are property of J.K. Rowling {All hail!} exept Waverly, Westchester, and Tina, and any other random characters I may have added in. I also apoligize if I don't follow the events in the books, but, I try!****** {{Cover by Emmie5 and all credit goes to her}}

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"