“Bitch, please,” Brady pursed his lips like a duck. “You know I’ll be the belle of the cell block with my creamy smooth skin and my tight little ass.” — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“I know what you're thinking. ‘How the hell does this broke ass piece of trailer trash know words like caveat,’ right? Well guess what?… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“God damn, I wish I could fast-forward time and be old and wrinkly. How awesome would that be? No more worrying about getting ogled… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“His jaw was clenched. His breathing became labored, like he was carrying something heavy. She watched the muscles in his throat working, Adam’s apple… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“When Grant Blue reaches me, he bends his head down close enough that I can smell the soap and promise on his skin. Clean… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“So completely stunned by the force of that smile, Sam found himself helpless to do anything but watch as she quickly closed the gap… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“Bitch, please,” Brady pursed his lips like a duck. “You know I’ll be the belle of the cell block with my creamy smooth skin… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“Around eighth grade Margot started getting really sensitive about her weight, even though she wasn’t remotely fat—just a little round-faced. So Margot did what… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“See, the thing is, I had a little misunderstanding with Trent Gibson in Pre-Calculus earlier. I dropped my textbook on his face—accidentally, while we… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
“So,” he said, as he continued to pull on her arm, bringing her closer. “Do you accept my apology?” Viola opened her mouth to… — Isobel Irons Copy Share Image
