Zach had rushed down to rescue me without remembering to put a shirt on...Maybe I had died and gone to heaven.

Meg Cabot

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Cursed?" I offered, my voice croaky because of my unshed tears. "It isn't cursed." John said deliberately, rearranging the chain around my neck, "if you're wearing it. It's blessed.

voice tears blessed

And you can't have two stars in one relationship. Somebody has to be willing to be the wagon...at lease some of the time

wagons stars two

But I let it slide, because, hello, hot guy. by Meg Cabot

But I let it slide, because, hello, hot guy.

slides guy hot

Meg Cabot is the best author ever by Meg Cabot

Meg Cabot is the best author ever

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Lilly says I have an overactive imagination and a pathological ne... by Meg Cabot

Lilly says I have an overactive imagination and a pathological need to invent drama in my life.

imagination drama needs

How to be the best that you can be by Meg Cabot

How to be the best that you can be

hoosiers just-be-yourself being-yourself

Hasn’t anyone ever told you,” Jesse asked, in a semi-amused voice, “ that a gentleman never lays a hand on a lady?” Which I thought was kind of funny, considering where Jesse had had his hand the last time I’d seen him. But I thought it better to let that slide.

gentleman voice hands

anybody can be a princess. all you have todo is have the right parents. it's no harder than being born Paris Hilton, for God's sake. at least you remember to put on underwear in the morning, i'm assuming

princess paris morning

Someone, I was beginning to suspect, had a bit of a gangster complex. It wasn't really very hard to figure out who. I mean, I was guessing it wasn't Christopher's aunt Jackie.

aunt guessing mean

Mr. Greer timed all our speeches with an oven timer. Things were nothing at Tribeca Alternative, considered one of Manhattan's finest prep schools, if not high tech.

manhattan alternatives school

I look around for a conveniently loaded pistol.Sadly, there doesn't seem to be one available, so I have no choice but to answer the question. - Queen of Babble Gets Hitched

queens choices looks

If all people became ghosts my social life would be so over" - Su... by Meg Cabot

If all people became ghosts my social life would be so over" - Suze Simon in the Mediator

ghost would-be people

Whatever. Boris, must you constantly breathe on me? by Meg Cabot

Whatever. Boris, must you constantly breathe on me?

breathe

Tell me Jesse, does she sigh when you kiss her too by Meg Cabot

Tell me Jesse, does she sigh when you kiss her too

sigh kissing doe

I've never even been to Long Island by Meg Cabot

I've never even been to Long Island

long-island islands long

High school sucks. People who say those were the best years of your life - those people are liars... Who wants the best years of their life to be in high school? High school is something everybody should be ready to lose.

best-years-of-your-life liars school

Dear Mia, What can I say? I don't know all that much about romance novels, but I think you must be the Stephen King of the genre. Your book is hot. Thanks for letting me read it. Anyone who doesn't want to publish it is a fool. Anyway, since I know it's your birthday, and I also know you never remember to back anything up, here's a little something I made for you. It would be a shame if Ransom My Heart got lost before it ever saw the light of day because your hard drive crashed. See you tonight. Love, Michael

kings heart book

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

phones sleep heart

Sometimes between lunch and dinner, when there's a lull, Jill and Shaniqua and I will sit around and fantasize about what we'd do if a REAL celebrity walked into the place, like Chad Michael Murray (although we've gone off him a bit since his divorce) or Jared Padalecki, or even Prince William (you never know. He could have gotten his yacht lost, or whatever.)

divorce lunch real

I’ve never enjoyed myself more than I have the past forty-eight hours, during which I’ve been trapped in a car with one of the worst drivers I’ve ever seen, run up the Spanish Steps and then down again so I could be on time to wait in line to perjuer myself at the American consulate. And I’d like to continue doing those sorts of thing with you on a regular basis for the foreseeable future.

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