“You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.”
“Sometimes what we want isn't what we need.”
“I tried to tell you. You said you didn't care, remember?"
A muscle ticked below his eye. "You should have told me anyway."
"While you had barbells within your reach? Please. I'm Disease, not Stupid.”
“Once I learned, I went online and ordered every romance novel I could find. They're fairy tales for grown-ups.”
“Knock him out, Paris!'
'Sure. Want me to spew diamonds from my ass while I’m at it?”
“What's this about?"
"Finally. Interest," was the only response.
"If this is one of your tricks..." Like the time Torin had ordered hundreds of blow-up dolls and placed them throughout the fortress, all because Paris had foolishly complained about the lack of female companionship in town. The plastic "ladies" had stared our from every corner, their wide eyes and let-me-suck-you mouths taunting everyone who passed them.
Things like that happened when Torin was bored.”
“I don’t even know what to say.” Aeron.
“I do. Fuck.” Paris.”
“The lamp tipped over, nailing Kane in the head.
Sabin shook his head. The man was a walking disaster Literally. Whenever Kane stepped into a room, things went to hell pretty quickly. Sabin expected the ceiling to cave in any moment. And yea, it had happened before.”
“Who is she, why is she still here and when can I see her naked? Paris asked with an eyebrow wiggle”
“I'll take the cemetery," Kane said. He didn't sound excited. Rather, he sounded resigned. "The club might collapse if I go.”
“He would have been handsome—in a serial-killer kind of way—if not for those tattoos.”
“Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heat. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart.”
“You wanted to drown in a woman. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood"
~Violence(Maddox)”
“If I had bodily functions, I think I would have peed my pants.”
“That means life itself is a fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.”
“Bomb', Reyes said, not bothering to look up.
'One of ours?' Maddox insisted...
'Hardly. I know better than to blow myself up,' Reyes sighed.”
“I've traveled all over the world for the Institute, but I never dreamed I'd meet someone like you."
"Strong?"
A chuckle escaped her. "Yes."
"Handsome?"
"Of course."
"Sharp of wit and skilled with a sword?"
"Absolutely." An other chuckle. "But I mean a man… friend… guy. Oh, I don't know what to call you!"
He savored her amusement—and her earnest words. "Just call me yours. That is all I want to be."
(Ashlyn and Maddox)”
“Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.”
“While Maddox now believed the demon did not want to hurt Ashlyn, he wasn't willing to take a chance. He would talk about flowers and moonbeams - he cringed - if it meant maintaining this delectable inner peace.
"Is there a way to break your death-curse?" Ashlyn asked. So much for flowers and moon-beams.”
“I’ll carry you over my shoulder if I must, just as I did last night. If I’m forced to do it, however, I cannot guarantee you’ll make it out of this cell with your clothes on. Understand?
------
It appears I am the one who will not
make it out of here with my clothes on.”
“Back off, asshole. I haven't had a woman today, so I'm in no mood for this kind of bullshit. ”
“Aren’t all fairy tales based in fact? You yourself are supposed to be nothing more than a myth.
Pandora’s box is a story parents read to their children at night,” she countered. “That means life itself is a
fairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after.”
“Wildness had never been a part of her life. Home, work, home, work. That's all her life had consisted of, really. She'd told Maddox that she'd been glad for her solitude, bu the truth was, there were times she'd been starved for touch. Any touch.”
“Thinking about her again caused his body to harden, to ready...
"Uh, I'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but I had no idea you would like it so much," Paris muttered.
For the first time in hundreds of years, Maddox felt a blush creep into his cheek, "It's not for you."
"Thank the gods," was his friends reply.
-Maddox and Paris”
“Pin his fucking legs."
"Can't. Got his arms."
"Knock him out, Paris."
"Sure. Want me to spew diamonds from my ass while I'm at it?”
“Maddox held Ashlyn for several hours as she napped, hopefully reviving body and soul. Time was his enemy, midnight fast sneaking up on him, but he didn't wake her”
“How do you know they are Hunters?" Lucien asked.
"They had guns and knives strapped to their bodies, and I saw the mark of infinity on one of their wrists." Branding themselves was foolish, if you asked him. Like putting a neon sign around their necks that read 'Shoot here'.”
“What are you, a child? Your cock is not a toy, so stop playing with it for one damn night.”
“He popped his jaw, trying to relax against a new onslaught of aggression. It wasn’t as if he were the only one to suffer, he reminded himself. The other warriors had their own demons—literally and figuratively. Torin, of course, was keeper of Disease. Lucien was keeper of Death. Reyes, of Pain. Aeron, of Wrath. Paris, of Promiscuity. Why couldn’t he have been given that last one?”
“Never on painter's canvas lives
The charm of his fancy's dream.”
“You still got that old laptop? The one you had before we bought you that expensive-ass fruit one?"
I laugh. "It's an Apple MacBook, Daddy."
"It damn sure wasn't the price of an apple. Anyway, you got the old one?”
“Surrounded by followers, he was alone.”
“And then I get why Wes can’t stop smiling, even though it looks silly with his eyeliner and jet-black hair and hard jaw and scars. I am not alone. The words dance in my mind and in his eyes and against our rings and our keys, and now I smile too.”
“On her eighteenth birthday, my mother had disposed of a man-eating tiger that had ravaged the villages in the hills north of Hanoi. Now, without a moment's hesitation, she raised my father's gun, took aim and put a single, irreproachable bullet through my husband's head.”
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