A. Zavarelli Quotes

Beautiful things were meant to be broken.

Ronan and I have always had a fucked up way of going about things. The first time he fucked me, it was next to my dead boyfriend's body. The first blowjob, in a basement he uses to kill people. He isn't at all sweet. But if I wanted sugar, I'd eat a fucking cupcake.

I'd single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine.

Come here." He gestures towards the door.
Would you get a load of this character?
Come here, he says, like I'll just do it.
I do.

Don't deny me what's mine, Brighton.

He smells like sunshine and ocean air and he tastes like hunger. I've

Human emotion is not a linear experience. That which provokes emotion in one may provoke little, if anything, in another.

Any man can fuck me. But Alexei fucks my mind. My heart. My soul. He lights me up and burns me down. Every single time.

She was stone cold and hard as fuck. And that's when I knew, she was a ride or die chick. The Letty to my Dom. I

I didn't know what to say. What to do. I didn't feel strong anymore. I felt like I couldn't go on without him. He loved me fiercely. Obsessively. Rivalled only by the intensity which I felt for him. So why couldn't we be together?

My life, my love, my breath. May we always have each other, in this life and the next.

You're going to ruin me, aren't you?" "I thought I already had.

Ye don't get out of my bed the minute I blow my load into you," he says.

I thought I told you I don't play by the rules," I argue. "Ye're mistaken," he says. "Ye just walked into my world unbidden. So you will play by the rules, butterfly. You'll be playing by all my rules.

The last five years had been a series of carefully orchestrated events. Every move, every strategy had been poured over in painstaking detail before it was set into motion.
Pieces on a chess board.
A collision of fate and circumstance. I'd planned for every hitch. Every contingency. Except the one that blindsided me like a vat of acid to the face.
I fell in love with her.

Come Zvezda," he urges. "It's time." "What if I say I don't want to?" His hand wavers, but he doesn't retreat. "Then it would break my heart." "I didn't realise that you had a heart to break," I whisper. "Even monsters have hearts, my sweet.

A smart woman would have walked away then. She would have lit a match and set fire to the entire clusterfuck that was this situation. But I was never a smart woman, and if you didn't believe me, all you had to do was ask my mother.

He isn't at all sweet. But if I wanted sugar, I'd eat a fucking cupcake. I

I don't have time for sweet tonight." He slides his thick cock between my thighs. "I'm going to fuck ye hard and fast and stuff ye full of my come before I have to leave.

Will Sasha abandon her plan in order to stay with Ronan???
Will those two be able to stay together and be happy when they are having so many demons to changing them down???

I never realized how empty my life had really become until I had him in it. He did that to me. He said I wrecked him, but he completely destroyed me. Everything was fine when I was alone. When I didn't have to feel or think or care about someone else. Sure I was sad and broken, but I was okay. Now, I'm anything but.

think I'd say the same. I had to go to hell to find the person I am today. And in the end, the road through hell led me straight to him.

Because… Ronan. Always Ronan.

His darkness bled into me, inch by torturous inch, consuming me from the inside out.
It made me feel powerful.
It made me feel free.
It made the next words that flew from my mouth a plea that he never stopped.

He was dark and twisted, but maybe I was too.

Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren's song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish.

Some things are not meant to be known until they happen. You can't change fate, you can only survive it.

He's like a trip wire, rigged to detonate a category five hurricane of emotions inside of me. But I'm a masochist of the highest order, so I let him obliterate me. Again and again.

I wanted to break you. I never expected you to like it.

No, Ronan. It means that she missed you. While you are out and about in the world and doing your thing every day, a dog only has interactions with you to look forward to." "But why would she look forward to that?" he asks. "Because she loves you." He

He's the lightning, and I am simply a conductor. We were always bound to converge.

And though she be but little, she is fierce- Shakespeare

He kissed my tears away and whispered sweet words into my ears. Words that he was too afraid to say out loud. He told me I was beautiful. That I was perfect in every way. And that, unconditionally, I was his.

I wanted to bend ye over the table and eat your hot little cunt before the whole lot of them," he says.

I'm all out of fucks to give. Which

Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven.

My heart is a compass, and it always leads me back to you.

It does mean something to me," he says. "This gift you have given means more than you could ever know.

And do you know what happens to people who give out second chances like Halloween candy? They get fucked over.

One thing I know for certain is that this killer - the Reaper - isn't my white knight. In fact, in this story, I very well suspect he may even be the villain. Because if Blaine ever finds out how I feel, it will certainly be the death of me." - Sasha

It wasn't desire, it was biology. My body was adapting to the situation. Doing what it needed to survive. That, I was certain of. Because if I had liked it, liked the hands of this monster, that would have made me a monster too.

Do not provoke me," I bite out. "I told you not to provoke me." "It's not my fault you can't control your temper," she snaps. Her

He makes me feel like a princess and a dirty little slut.

Javi is the poison I drink so willingly because nothing else has ever tasted so sweet. He is everything. The light and the dark. The solace and the pain. The torment and the peace. And I can't imagine not having him here with me. I can't even consider it.

Nobody has ever looked at me the way he's looking at me at this moment. Like I'm his possession. Like if anyone else were to touch me, he'd break both their legs and an arm for good measure.

I will never understand what it is about this quiet,
enigmatic man that renders me completely senseless.
Ronan feels it too.
This explosive link between us.
All I have to do is enter his orbit,
and I'm a slave to his power.

And I'm trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there... all soft and inviting, and all I can think about is having them on my body.

But I know now that if you just wake up every single day ready to do battle- ready to fight for what you have- then you have a real chance to hold onto it.

I'd serve him any day of the week and twice on Sundays. Because, fuck me, that's why.

I'm not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that.

We're oil and water. We don't mix. I'm bad for him. And he's no good for me either, probably. But I'm his, regardless. He needs to know that.

If it makes any difference, you should know that I would never touch her." I met his gaze and smile. "I know. Because I would kill you if you did.

And I will make you mine all over again. Every day, for the rest of my life, Solnyshko. That is my promise to you. I will make you fall in love with me every day for a lifetime.

My heart beats for him.
The man who shares my secret. The man who holds my life in the palm of his hands. Sometimes, I think I could love him. But most of the time, I just hate him. For making me weak. For tempting me to stay. For wondering when he'll finally make good and kill me too.
I don't know how it's possible to have feelings that are such polar opposites. I want to slap him. I want to scream in his face and force him to acknowledge me. His cavalier attitude towards me is worse than any of the pain Blaine ever inflicted on me. I'm not even worth his attention. A moment of his time. And yet, when he walks into the room, everything else ceases to exist.

If an act of evil is to stain my soul, it will be for one of my own.

Ye're coming with me," he says again. "I think that's called kidnapping," I tell him. He shrugs. "Why trifle with labels?

Sometimes it takes being at your lowest point to see who's really there for you. And they're all standing right beside me now. The

You are poison," I tell her. "You're going to ruin me." "So, let me ruin you," she whispers. "It's the only way.

The thing about butterflies, Mr. Crow, is that they need to be admired from afar.

He only shows the world the smallest safest parts of himself. But inside, underneath, is a wealth of hidden discoveries. I want to know them all.

My skills are unique. Forged over a lifetime of dedication and hard work. It is not talent. It is not luck. It is nothing less than perseverance that makes me the best at what I do. For

Show me what a princess looks like when she has fallen from grace, Zvezda

Nobody else gets to see you like that," he declares. "Ye're claimed." His words douse me in gasoline. His eyes light the match. And when he grinds himself against me, all that's left to do is burn for him.

doesn't know me at all." I try to turn

He tastes like mint and posession and fire.

Do you want to drown, baby?" he asks. "No," I answer. "I want to fly.

She blinked her eyes open, her lips parted and cheeks flushed, looking every bit like a goddess before him. And if he were a better man, he wouldn't have been able to taint such purity. But he wasn't a better man, and there was no turning back now.

Family, loyalty, honor, and blood. Tis the only thing that's true.

I'm so tired of being strong. So tired of trying to do everything myself. Is it wrong to let him comfort me? To be relieved in the false sense of security I find here. These arms will shelter me and keep me safe. Something I thought I would never want now means the world to me. Even if it is all one giant lie.

You are my angel," he murmurs. "And if I want, my whore too.

Her eyes are like her personality. A chameleon. Always changing. They can be feline at times, warm like brandy. But they can be a whole lot of dark too, the color evaporating into an endless void.