“Morning. The word itself was ugly. I hated mornings. They were for happy, bubbly people who loved everything and everyone. I knew how to smile. Occasionally. I barely slept last night. Not that I sleep much any night. I” — Michelle Gross Copy Share Image
“Grim Reaper stole her heart a long time ago and all these years later, he came back… and like a thief in the night,… — Michelle Gross Copy Share Image
““I will never set foot in Heaven. In order to slay demons, I had to be created from them.” — Michelle Gross Copy Share Image
“Something wicked flashed in the depth of his eyes before his lip curved into a smile. “Not every day you get to meet Death… — Michelle Gross Copy Share Image
“I no longer had to worry if I was crazy. I wasn’t. Ghosts were real. Demons were real. Grim Reaper was real. Heaven and… — Michelle Gross Copy Share Image
“Morning. The word itself was ugly. I hated mornings. They were for happy, bubbly people who loved everything and everyone. I knew how to… — Michelle Gross Copy Share Image
