She Hated Their New Nickname. It Made

Go Now. Alone. Or I Make Good On My Promise. -a

No One Believes A Liar. Even When She's Telling The Truth.

I'm Sorry, Okay, I'm Not Perfect, But I'm Trying.

Ew, No!' Laurel Said, Brushing Past Him. Dracula Covered Half His Face With His Cape, Shunned Vampire-style, And Scooted Away To His Perch Behind The Counter.

You Know What They Say About Hope. It Breeds Eternal Misery!