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Fate had nothing to do with anything, it seemed, almost as if there was no predetermined nature that forced one to become any one thing, or even to decide what one valued. He glanced down at the angel who had come to a stop right in front of Crowley. Gaze carefully averted, Aziraphale reached across and unbuttoned the front of Crowley's suit jacket, slowly, as if giving the demon a chance to protest. That was just it, wasn't it though? Not just an Angel, not just a Demon, the two had become something Other.

They were able to act independently, without outside influences. Seeing as Crowley remained silent, Aziraphale slid his hands inside the jacket, palms curving around the other man's ribs for a moment before languidly sliding up to Crowley's shoulders. He smoothed the jacket back and then down Crowley's arms with ease, allowing it to fall to the floor. Crowley didn't even bat an eye at the rough treatment of his thousand Pound suit; instead, he moved his hands to Aziraphale's cardigan and began tugging it off Aziraphale's shoulders even as Aziraphale was unbuttoning the demon's trousers.

It was then that Aziraphale leaned forward and once more applied his soft and delicate lips against Crowley's. Crowley couldn't help the muted sigh he emitted at the feeling of the angel's lips upon his.

And being without a set course, his mind continued, no one telling us what to do, able to make our own decisions, we two could create our own natures. They were no longer beholden to Heaven or Hell, but to their own selves. To each other. He would gladly have gone to hell all over again, he would have fought the Devil himself, he would have killed for this. Just the feel of Aziraphale laying soft butterfly kisses to against his lips, his jaw, his nose, his neck, his forehead.

The cardigan came off just as the trousers fell to the floor. Crowley worked at Aziraphale's belt as the angel began unbuttoning his dress shirt. As Aziraphale spread the shirt open, he kissed at the spot behind the demon's ear, eyes falling closed as he felt, rather than heard, Crowley sigh again. They parted for a moment when Aziraphale slid his own button-up over his head, and Crowley took the opportunity to toe off his shoes and kick away his trousers.

Aziraphale did the same, smiling as he watched Crowley bend down to tug off his socks. When at long last the two stood in just their undershirts and boxer-briefs, Aziraphale finally reached up and pulled away Crowley's sunglasses. Crowley knew his eyes would give too much away, but he also knew they were far past secrets, and indeed, Aziraphale smiled as he read the truth in the uncharacteristic softness of the demon's yellow eyes. Long ballroom gowns and skimpy barmaid costumes mixed with swashbuckling pirates and sailors.

That was the theme of the prom. I had worked for two months on the prom committee at my old school. It was going to have been freaking fantastic, with a moonlit barge and a real band, but no-o-o-o. Mom had said Dad needed to spend time with me. I think she just got scared when she caught me sneaking out for a late cappuccino and shipped me back to Dad and Dullsville USA knowing I listened to him more than her.

Okay, so it had been after midnight. And I might have been after more than i98j madison avery and the dim reaper caffeine. Running the stiff lace of my colonial dress between my fingers, I wondered if any of these people had a clue what a real party looked like. Josh was standing a little in front of me, bobbing his head in time with the music and clearly wanting to dance.

Nearby at the food table was the guy who had skulked in after us. He was looking my way, and I gave him a stare, wondering if he was after me or Josh. Seeing my attention on him, the guy turned away. My gaze fell back on Josh, who had begun to almost dance halfway between me and the moving people.

He reminded me of the guys in the photography club pretending the darkroom door had locked to try to get a little action. I had spent three years learning how to fit in with the cool chicks, and now I was right back with the nice but unpopular guys, mowing down cupcakes in the gym. And on my birthday, too.

You may as well give up. Even thick-headed, awkward, broken-glasses Josh got that one, and he stopped his almost-dancing to fix his blue eyes on me. I only asked you out because my dad made me. He cockily raised his eyebrows and walked away with his hands in his pockets and his chin raised.

Two girls parted so he could walk between them, and they hunched into each other in his wake, gossiping as they glanced at me. Oh my God.

Blinking fast, I held my breath as I fought to keep the room from going blurry. Crap, not only was I the new girl, but I was a freaking pity date!

My dad had made nice to his boss, and he made his son ask me out. I tucked my short blond hair behind my ear and backed to the wall. Leaning against it with my arms crossed, I tried to pretend Josh had gone to get some ij madison avery and the dim reaper pop. Inside, I was dying. I had been dumped. No, I had been dumped by a geek. I spotted Josh at the food table, pretending to ignore me without being obvious about it. The guy in the sailor outfit who had followed us in was talking to him.

Correction, I thought as Josh and the sailor laughed. I fit with the bitches. It was the prom. Josh was my ride home, but my dad would pick me up if I called. My motion to weave through the crowd to the double doors slowed in worry. It would all come out. The lecture to be nice and fit in I could deal with, but the embarrassment. Josh was watching me when I glanced up.

Mocking me. That did it. No way was I going to call my dad. All five miles. In heels. And a long cotton dress. On a damp April night. With my boobs scrunched together. What was the worst that could happen? A runaway cow incident? Crap, I really missed my car. I was so out of here.

Friends were overrated. The music melted into something fast, and I brought my attention up when the crowd seemed to shift, awkij madison avery and the dim reaper wardly changing rhythm. I jerked to a stop when I realized I was a step away from running into someone. Holy crap, Mr. Sexy Pirate Captain. Where had he been the last three weeks, and were there more where he came from? I would have remembered. Maybe exerted myself a little more.

Flushing, I dropped my skirt to move my hand to cover my cleavage. God, I felt like a British tart with everything shoved up like that. The guy was dressed in a clingy black pirate costume, a pendant of gray stone lying on his chest.

I could see it where the collar parted. A Zorro-style mask hid his upper face. The wide silk tails of it trailed down his back to mix with his luscious wavy black hair. Certainly not the band room or Mrs. Government class, I thought as the spinning lights played over him.

Sort of a slow, soft exhalation laced with a crisp preciseness that told of taste and sophistication. I could almost hear the clink of ij kim harrison crystal and soft laughter in it, the comforting sounds that more often than not had lulled me to sleep as the waves pushed on the beach.

A smile grew, his dusky skin and dark hair almost a balm, so familiar amid the pale faces and light hair of the Midwestern prison I was in. Same as you. I moved here from Florida. I agree. At least you get to go home. Sexy Pirate? A hint of low tide and canal water drifted to me, rising from him like a memory. And though some might find it unpleasant, tears pricked at my eyes. I missed my old school. I missed my car. I missed my friends. Why had Mom gone so ballistic?

He might go away, or worse, someone might slip their arm into his, claiming him. I think he likes me. Letting go of my hand, he nodded, and then dropped back a step and started to move.

For a moment, I forgot to follow and just watched him. No, he went the other way— his slow movements making far more of an impact than if he had cleared the floor by spinning me around it. Seeing me watching, he smiled from behind his mysterious mask and blue-gray eyes as he held out a hand for me to join him. I took a breath, my fingers slipping into his warm ones, and let him pull me into motion.

The music was the framework he moved within, and I lost myself trying to match the pattern of it. Almost swaying, we shifted at every second beat. I could feel every shift of my hips and roll of my shoulders—and a thrill of something began to grow inside me. I let him guide me as the music pulsed and my heart pounded with it. Oh yeah. This was better. But the music was fast, thumping to make my blood race. The two extremes made it seem all the more daring. Are you a senior? The colored lights played upon him, and I felt airy.

Josh could suck an egg for all I cared. This was what my prom should be. My own smile grew. I could feel people starting to watch us, their dancing slowing as they turned.

I hoped Josh was getting a good look. Call me a bitch, would he? I lifted my chin, daring to reach out and pull Seth ij madison avery and the dim reaper near, our bodies touching, then moving apart. My heart hammered at what I was doing, but I wanted to hurt Josh. I wanted the gossip tomorrow to be what an idiot he had been to walk away from me. I wanted. Seth eased to a halt, pulling me into him with a smooth, unbroken gesture. He was going to kiss me. I knew it.

It was in every motion he made. My pulse hammered, and I tilted my head up to meet his lips with my own, feeling my knees lock. Around us, people slowed to watch, some laughing, some envious. My eyes closed, and I shifted my weight so that we were still dancing as we kissed. It was everything I wanted. Heat washed into me ij kim harrison where we touched, spilling down through me like layers, each flaring up as his touch grew closer.

My hands were at his waist, and they held him tighter as he cupped my jaw, holding me as if I might break. He tasted like wood smoke. I wanted more—but boy, did I know better. A low sound lifted from him, softer than distant thunder.

His hands tightened, and adrenaline spiked through me. The kiss had shifted. Alarmed, I jerked back, breathless but feeling brighteyed and exhilarated. So are you. Everything was different, but only I had changed. I tore my gaze from Seth, my hand still on his waist for balance. I raised my eyebrows at him.

Not after that kiss. Confident, I stepped forward with Seth beside me. A path opened, and I felt like a queen. Though the music thumped and blared, everyone watched us make our ij madison avery and the dim reaper way unimpeded to the double doors with their brownpaper wrappings decorated to look like the oak doors of a castle.

Plebeians, I thought when Seth pushed open the door and the cooler air of the hallway hit me. The door closed behind us, and the music dulled. I slowed to a stop, low heels scuffing on the tile. There was a papercloth-covered table against the wall with a tired-looking woman checking tickets. Farther down the hall three kids loitered at the main door.

The memory of our kiss rose back through me, making me suddenly nervous. This guy was gorgeous. Why was he with me? And you. It was cool out ij kim harrison here, and I told myself that was why I had a sudden chill. I glanced back at the woman by the gym door who was watching us with an idle interest. There was no answer, and we both turned at the noise of the gym door opening.

Josh came out, and my jaw tightened. Damn, he had beautiful eyes. And long, luscious eyelashes. He was a jerk, is all. Or my dad, maybe, for setting this up. Josh froze, pulling back and letting go. You can just. Reaching, Josh grabbed my wrist and yanked me away. Let me take you home. You can tell your friends whatever you want. Ticked, I twisted my arm, and when I reached to grab his wrist in a self-defense hold, he let go as if knowing it.

Eyes wide, he backed up a step. No wonder. I made sure my heels snapped smartly in a show of confident femininity as we went down the hall to the far set of doors. The dress made me feel elegant, and Seth looked fantastic. Josh and his silent buddy trailed behind like extras in a Hollywood film.

Seth held the door open for me, leaving the two guys to handle the swinging door by themselves. I wondered if Seth would offer me his coat if I complained. The moon was a hazy smear behind the clouds, and as Seth escorted me down the stairs, I could hear Josh ij madison avery and the dim reaper behind me, talking softly to his friend in a low, derisive tone. My jaw clenched, and I followed Seth to a sleek black car parked illegally at the curb.

Maybe we could go for a drive before he took me home. Cold or not, I wanted to be seen in this car, sitting next to Seth, the wind in my hair and the music cranked. I bet he had great taste in music. Feeling awkward and special all at the same time, I eased into the low front seat, my dress sliding on smooth leather.

Seth waited while I got the rest of the skirt inside before gently shutting the door. I put on my belt as he crossed behind the car. The black paint glistened in the low glow of the security lights, and I ran my fingers over the smoothness, smug when I saw Josh jogging to his car.

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He cranked the engine, and I liked the solid rumble of it. The stereo came on with something aggressive. My pulse quickened as I looked at him across the dull light. The cool air felt thick against my skin, and as we ij kim harrison picked up speed, the wind worked its way through my hair.

Now it was. As if sensing it, Seth turned, driving the black road without looking. I told them it would be easy when you were young and stupid. Almost not worth the effort. Certainly not any enjoyment. The car started to go faster, and I gripped the door handle, pressing away from him. Or should I say, a soul to be culled.

An important name, but a name nonetheless. My dad knows where I am. Everything else was lost in hazy moon shadow and the shriek of the wind. I was deep in it. My gut tightened. People know where I am! Stop the car! I screamed, grabbing anything. The world spun. My breath left me in a shriek as the odd feeling of too much noise mixed with the cessation of jostling. We had left the road. Gravity pulled from the wrong way. Panic struck when I realized the car was flipping over.

I was in a convertible. I ducked, hands clasped over the back of my neck, praying. A hard thump shook me and everything went black. My breath was crushed from me by the force of the hit. I think I was upside down. Then I was yanked another way. The sky brightened to gray, and I sucked in the air when the car flipped once more as it rolled down the embankment.

Again, the sky went black and the top of the car hit the ground. I was flung ij kim harrison against the seat belt, agony stabbing through my back as I was thrown forward. It was quiet. Breathing hurt. Oh God, I hurt all over, and I stared at the shattered windshield as I panted. The new edges of the window glinted dully in the moonlight, and I followed the broken line down the dash to find Seth gone.

My insides hurt. I was alive? A shadowy figure was sliding down. I took a breath to call to him, groaning when someone took my head and turned me away.

He looked untouched, standing outside the ruined car at my door in his costume of black pirate silk. The moon caught his eyes and pendant, giving them both a gray sheen. Damn it, this was a sucky birthday. Dad was going to kill me. I tried to cry out, but my breath left me when he pulled his arm back as if to strike me.

I left the prom with a knife-wielding psycho. I stared at my middle, not believing I was uncut. It had gone through me and the car both.

Not understanding, I gaped up at Seth, now standing with the blade at rest and watching me. But my voice was utterly absent. He arched his eyebrows in a show of scorn. My expression left me when I felt the first brush of utter nothing, both new and familiar, like a memory long lost. The terrifying absence of everything crept through me, stilling each thought it rolled over.

Soft and muzzy, a blanket of nothing started at the edges of my world and moved inward, taking first the moon, then the night, then my body, and finally the car. Then even that melted and there was nothing. I felt sick, not from my entire back tingling so painfully I could hardly stand to breathe, but from the feeling of helpless fear that the hushed, backand-forth voices pulled from my past.

I could almost smell the moldy fluff of my stuffed rabbit as I had curled into a ball and listened to the two people who were my entire world frighten me beyond belief. Grief I had to hold inside until it became a part of me.

Pain that adhered to my bones. It was a crappy way to grow up. It sounded like two kids. I took a breath to find it came easier.

The last of the haze started to fade with the tingles, and my lungs moved, aching as if someone were sitting on them. Realizing my eyes were shut, I opened them to find a blurry black just before my nose. There was a heavy, plasticky smell. I was getting the distinct impression that the argument had been going on for some time, but I only remembered snatches of it amid uneasy thoughts of nothing. This is your screwup, not mine. God save you, she was right in front of you!

How could you miss it? How was I supposed to know he was after her? You slipped up big time. I was cold.

Taking a deeper breath, I felt a surge of strength. Fewer tingles, more aches. It was stuffy, my breath coming back warm to me. She died at seventeen. I was never notified.

My hands came up, and my nails pushed through it in a stab of fear. Almost panicking, I sat up. It sure felt hard enough for one. I shoved the plastic off me. Two kids were standing by a set of dirty white swinging doors, and they spun in surprise.

Uh, hi. His costume looked odd next to her shorts and tank top. Both of them wore a black stone pendant around their necks. They were dull and insignificant, but my eye went to them because they were the only thing the two shared.

Other than their anger at each other and their surprise at me. Wait a minute. I was in a freaking body bag? There was a tag on a rubber band around my wrist, and I yanked it off, taking some hair along with it.

I had a long rip in my skirt, and heavy grease marked it. Dirt and grass were plastered to me, and I stank of field and antiseptic. So much for getting my deposit back. How was I supposed to know it was her birthday? Well, she was seventeen when she died, so it is your problem! Were they blind? Dizzy, I put a hand to an empty table as the odd sensation roared from nowhere. My hand cramped where it rested, and I pulled it away as if burned when it seemed the coldness of metal had touched my bone.

I felt. The soft hum of the ventilation grew muffled. Even the pounding of my heart became distant. I turned, hand to my chest to try and make it feel normal again.

You get too far from our amulets, and you start to lose substance. My breath slammed out of me. Knees buckling, I half fell against the empty table.

I was still there. I mean, I was still on the gurney. I was lying on the cart in a torn body bag, looking far too small and pale, my elaborate dress bunched up around me in an elegant display of forgotten grace out of time. I was dead? But I could feel my heart beat. Limbs going weak, I started to crumple. Barnabas lurched forward to catch me. His arms slid around me and my head lolled. At his touch, everything rushed back: My lids ij kim harrison fluttered.

He was so close, and I thought I could smell sunflowers. How could I be dead? Did the dead pass out? I thought he was going to flip Josh. You must really be a broken feather in their wing. Josh had been there. I remember that. Josh, I mean. Barnabas stood. Evaluation and Recovery. Reconnaissance Error Acquisitions. Holy crap! A surge of adrenaline shot through me. I ij madison avery and the dim reaper scrambled up, eyes fixed on me on the gurney.

I was here. I was alive! That might be me, but I was standing here, too. No class at all. Eyeing their amulets, I edged forward until the feeling went away. He said something about culling my soul! You do kill people! Most of the time.

Did that mean they could put me back?

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Lucy came forward. A dark reaper took you out before your coin should have been flipped. If you made a mistake, fine. Just put me back! Then my face went cold in a sudden thought.

He thought I was. Taking a breath, I turned to the swinging doors and broke into a run. But I was in the next room. I ij madison avery and the dim reaper had sort of passed through them. There was a fat guy at a desk, and he looked up at the tiny squeak the doors made shifting. His little piggy eyes widened, and he took a huge breath.

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Mouth open, he pointed. Misty and thin. Nothing sounded right, either, and the gray was edging my sight to make a tunnel-like vision. Behind me, Barnabas pushed through the doors. Immediately the world shifted to normal. It was the amulet he wore that kept me solid. I had to get me one of those. Neither am I. You gotta go.

Barnabas howled, his gangly form bending double as he let go. It was filled with boring monologue and yada, yada, freaking yadas I couldn't even get pass the first chapter. Just wow. Probably my favorite after The Exterminator's Daughter.

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Miranda Kiss is a girl with super strength think: She reads self-help books with the hope of finding a decent guy to fall for her and be her lover. But when she is suddenly thrust into these action-packed series of events, things got pretty interesting. I'm not going to spoil it much but the twist at the end is really cute!!

I enjoyed reading this and wished it was longer, oh well. I'm ashamed to say that when I bought the book, my motive was to exclusively read this story by Meyer. How very sadly mistaken I was. Honestly, it was downright boring. I don't know whether it's because I expected too much, or I was comparing it with the other better ones. Anyway, the story is about Sheba, a demon who is so evil her ultimate mission is to make everyone at freaking prom feels miserable as if that is so hard to achieve.

I guess her power of misery is too much, because even I felt depressed reading this story.

View 2 comments. Jan 25, Ana M. Ostale su bile dosadne i nezanimljive, rekla bih nabacane bez reda i bez smisla. This book is five prom stories by five authors. The chapters alternate back and forth in the point of view of Mary and Adam.

I liked this story right away because it has a character named Sebastian. My son's name. But, I quickly became frusterated with the amount of times Meg used the word 'well'.

I get b This book is five prom stories by five authors. I get back into the story when I realize that My annoyance aside, I liked the story. It was cute. Boy meets girl. Girl is exterminator. Boy wants to help girl exterminate. Still, my favorite part is the name Sebastian.

I think this story is just as creepy. Frankie acquires a corsage that grants her three wishes. Her first wish is for the boy she loves to ask her to the prom. It felt to me like the first half of the story was too drawn out and the second half wasn't long enough. Very creepy. Makes you think twice about wishes. The first thing I want to say about this story is Where is the ending?!?

But, I sort of liked it because it reminded me of the show Dead Like Me. Seventeen year old Madison was taken she died before her time by a black reaper or something. I didn't really understand a lot of this story She her soul takes, from the reaper who killed her, a stone necklace that keeps her solid. A white reaper, named Barnabas, and an old man I don't know who or what he is try to help her. I don't understand this story! I hope she writes more about it! And super fun.

Pun intended.

LOL Miranda Kiss is a super-powered teen who is still learning the extent and limits of her powers. All the while trying to reel in a guy that she likes with cheesy pick-up lines from a self-help book.

Her job is to cause misery. So, that's what she is doing at the prom. Causing misery. Splitting up happy couples. Making girls jealous and boys full of lust. At least she tries I liked this story okay, it was just a little slow for me. Aug 20, Lynchan rated it did not like it Shelves: Honestly, the only decent story in this book for me was the Exterminator's Daughter , the first one you'll be going to read- if you're interested in reading this title anyway.

But I'm warning yah, you might as well prepare yourself for some silly and pathetic female protagonists. I can't even stand calling them heroines! The only reason why I decided to read this book Anyway, What.

Anyway, this was kinda refreshing for a vampire-themed story simply because Mary ended up with sweet Adam, your typical boy-next-door type. And he's obviously a mortal, not a gorgeous, blood-sucker vamp. Hope you get my point. The POV style of storytelling was also a good point. At first, you have Mary's perspective for a chapter, then there's Adam's. For me that was cool, kind of reminds me of 'She's dating the Gangster. The Corsage - Wow. Frankie, the name of the main pro, was annoying.

And she's also a stuck-up, hollow-minded Frankenstein girl! I felt bad for Will, a close friend of her and obviously her dream date for the prom. The silly story went like this: I wanted Will to ask me to prom But because of that wish, bad thing happened to the poor guy. Oh wait, worst!! Then her second wish was like, Damn you, you stupid cursed corsage!

Bring Will back to life! She's an idiot. Wanted to date a zombie to the prom?! That's creepy! Then she got scared and made her last wish with a, damn you, Will! Who's on earth would love to date a zombie?!

I'm sorry I'm just being stupid. Madison A very and the Dim Reaper - Oh. Another headache! This Madison girl was more stupid than Bel Goose of Nightlight. That means, she was the 'worst' female protagonist I ever came across so far in the fictional world of books! Oh my, her stupidity and idiocy was way Beyond compare!!

Curious much? And I was like, why would she even agree to date him in the first place! Sexy Pirate guy take note: She didn't even know the guy's name or seen his face because the dude's wearing a mask because she thought he's the most charming, most handsome guy living on earth! And what the heck! She just knew him like, for a period of below sixty seconds!

And the most-idiotic-thing-ever that she did, and I bet no human with a normal, rational, or sensible-short for brain- would do is letting a total stranger, who just mysteriously came out of nowhere while he hid his face behind a mask to ride you home.

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What an idiot! And when she learned that Seth, the name of the Mr. Sexy Pirate guy, was indeed a lunatic, too late. Know what happened because of her super dooper major, major stupidity?

This story was also one heck confusing! Another shortcoming, eh? Kiss and Tell -Don't very much appeal to me. But Miranda, well, she's okay, not that bad. Except for this Sibby girl who had a penchant for kissing anyone. Even the characters. Maybe because I don't like the Angels or Fallen angels thingy that she came up with for this story. And for the Sheba and Gabe pairing? Epic fail! Mar 22, Mina Soare rated it did not like it Shelves: What happens when fairly good YA authors try to write a collection of short stories together?

The cover is a big plus though, that rose is gorgeous. And I'm just so happy when I manage to find them There are reasons books are hard to find "Hell on earth" - No characterization at all: Genes drew them together, you know?Come on.

Can I go visit him? Not after that kiss. I just sip the punch, grateful for the liquid—even if it is a little too sweet—because my throat is so dry. She put the corsage in the middle of the table, where it sat doing absolutely nothing. And super fun.