“It’s been too long since I’ve laid eyes on the beauty standing before me. “Hi.” Her shoulders drop, the tension falling away as if she’s been waiting for this day, and it’s finally come. “What took you so long?” — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“It’s our memories that bind us, but it’s who we are now that will carry us forward.” — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“I force my eyes open and look at my tarnished angel. I would give up a sky full of stars for one more night… — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“Don’t ever lose yourself in somebody else. It’s hard to remember who you used to be if they disappear.” — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“She was sunshine on a rainy day, a rainbow against gray clouds, hope in a Catholic school uniform. She was why poetry was written… — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“Does heaven operate on credits and debits? Can her kindness wash away my sins?” — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“Two sides of the puzzle come together to form a union that seems protected in perfection and unscathed by life. Here, together, we don't… — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“Our course was already set, our love a sweeping storm that would brew for years before raging.” — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“That day as the rain came down, I made sweet Sara Jane Grayson my mission. With nothing left to lose, I vowed to steal… — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“You were always meant to reign, my sweet King.” “Don’t call me that. I’m Alexander for you. Alexander.” — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“Before me is a man, a leader, a legend in the making. I fell for his mysteries, his smile, and his piercing blue eyes.” — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“Strength is found in the ashes of the fire. You’ve been burned, but you must rise because there’s so much life ahead of you… — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“It’s been too long since I’ve laid eyes on the beauty standing before me. “Hi.” Her shoulders drop, the tension falling away as if… — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
“Good and evil sometimes blur just like black and white, leaving us in the gray. It doesn’t matter if he’s going to heaven or… — S.L. Scott Copy Share Image
