Ally Carter (born Sarah Leigh Fogleman on January 1, 1974) is an American author of young adult fiction and adult-fiction novels.
Hamish's right arm was around Angus's waist as the two of them tangoed past.
"Good for him," Hale said. And then he stopped. There were four other people in the room, but Hale only looked at Kat, and something in his gaze burned her, froze her, made her want to run.
So the quesiton is," Bex said slowly,"How far are you willing to go?" I looked at my three best friends in the world. "How far is there?
But the downside of being con artist is that it very hard to con. Even if the lies you tell are to yourself.
I'm someone who doesn't have anything to lose.
What are you looking at? Hale asked. Why are you smiling? I worry when you smile.
Sometimes people run… to see if you'll come after them
So you're Zach. " Townsend didn't even try to hide the judgement in his voice as he looked Zach up and down in some sort of silent but dangerous examination. Zach huffed but smiled. "so you're Townsend. " The two of them stared for a long time, wordless. It felt like I was watching a documentary on the Nature Channel, something about alpha males in the wild.
He's a boy, Kat. I hate to break it to you, but we are fundamentally different.
Abby must have been the one who found the safe house, because Townsend didn't like it. "The building across the street is under construction," he snarled as soon as we'd carried our bags inside. "The elevator has key card access, and I've hacked into the surveillance cameras from every system on the block," Abby argued. "We have a three-hundred-sixty-degree visual. " "Excellent. " Townsend dropped his bag. "Now the circle can see us from every angle. " "Don't mind Agent Townsend, girls," Abby told us. "He's a glass-half-empty kind of spy. " "Also known as the good kind," he countered. Abby huffed.
We're going to be okay. " Here's the thing about being a spy: sometimes all you have are your lies. They protect your cover and keep your secrets, and right then I needed to believe that it was true even when all the facts said otherwise.
It's good to see you, little one. " He (Uncle Eddie) scanned her short skirt. "I only wish I were not seeing quite so much of you.
That’s the thing about spies. Most of the secrets we keep are from each other.
His hands are off," Gabrielle pointed out. "Posture's wrong," Kat said. "He's still. . . hot," Gabrielle said, as if it were the greatest insult in the world. "I feel so objectified. So. . . cheap," Hale told them.
I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.
Step 4: Cough and gag. Step 5: Repeat Step 4 until it feels like maybe your lungs aren't inside your body anymore. Step 6: Remember that a really cute boy is beside you, so try to cough in a far more attractive manner.
You should stop and listen to yourselves sometimes. 'We're practically adults, let us run wild. ' 'We're only kids, leave us alone. '. . . You can't have it both ways.
'Tell Suzie she's a lucky cat. ' Have sexier words ever been spoken?
Because sometimes not liking someone is easier.
Either we're a team or we aren't. Either you trust me or you don't.