I'm Kieran. You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room,

what’s meant for you will reach you in time, and if you embrace it with your arms wide open it might just stay with you forever and bless you with more happiness than you could ever envision.

I can still feel my legs, thanks for asking. My back’s not even hurt that badly. Only as though I was just hit by a train.

You freaking bit me," I said, my voice hoarse. "You're lucky I don't call animal control.

I thought she wanted out. We should've brought cuffs and a gag." Clare frowned. "What's wrong with you, Blake? This is a rescue mission, not a kidnapping.

Congrats, bro. You've just sold your soul to the devil. Wait. You don't have a soul.

You haven't told her?" Cass shouted. "You're the worst boyfriend ever!

No idea how you figured out the riddle, but you scooped the first prize. Congratulations. You've just won a vacation to a big, relaxing place called a grave.

How could I persuade the in-laws I was the right one for their daughter when, instead of focusing on small talk, all I could think about was not to kill them? I could only imagine what I'd say to the prospective in-laws, "Hello, it's a pleasure to eat, I mean, meet you.