Tracy Johnson

“Shining with craving, his emerald gaze penetrated her soul. "I desire you so much". His whisper melted her heart. His soft touch set her ablaze.”
― Chris Lange, Blade Heart

“Why do I feel the longing to rub my palms on my jeans? That perverted guy didn’t touch me, yet I crave a shower. Instead, I go to the kitchen to wash my hands and drink some water. The acrid taste in my mouth will go away, as it always does, in a minute or so.”
― Jordan Night, I, Outlawed

“I avoid intellectuals. Self-righteous people, too. They bore me with their all is pink and rosy, let’s all love each other crap, and I don’t value their opinion.”
― Jordan Night, I, Wanted

“A gust of wind touches my arms as the front door swings in, and my blood turns cold. Oh, shit, in comes the Creepo.”
― Jordan Night, I, Outlawed