King of Fools

Because the hero of one story is the villain of someone else's. It's all just a matter of who wins.

It didn't matter whether she decked herself in knives or pearls. The world would always demand that a girl apologize for herself, but she would apologize for nothing.

He squeezed the iron arm of the bench in his fist, hard enough to make it bend. She smacked him. “Stop destroying property with your toxic masculinity.

I think it takes more strength to be vulnerable than it does to appear invincible.

Luck was a mechanism to be devised, and luck and destiny were merely two sides of the same coin.

She had crawled her way inside him and buried herself there, and that meant every one of her words could wound or cut. He didn't know how to force her out - and he didn't want to.

Maybe your soul didn't break like a bone. Maybe it broke like a promise.

Remember—don’t do anything sinful here. This is a holy place after all,” Narinder warned him. “Even the lords of the North Side can behave themselves in a church.” “Can you?” Levi asked, turning around, his eyebrow raised. Narinder answered with his gaze fixed on Levi’s lips. “I haven’t decided if I want to.

I don't need anyone to worry about me." She said it like she meant it, but Levi couldn't help but think that everyone needed someone to worry about them once in a while.