C.M. Stunich Quotes

No lies, remember? I'm dead fucking serious here. I am like, head over friggin' heels, butterflies and puppies, hearts and fucking kitty cats in love with you.

Holy baloney motherfucking crap.

Guilt is a powerful, powerful thing.

Once she realizes that you're bad news, she'll move on, and I'll be here. I'm not giving up. I haven't even started yet." I smile back at Dax and I know that my face is getting a real wicked look on it right now. I'm not worried. Maybe I should be, but I'm not."You challenging me to a duel? Should we lock horns like a bunch of horny deer?

Please don't sing and dance," I whisper, but it's too late. He's snapping his fingers and doing this sexy groove to the music. It should look really stupid - and it kind of does - but with his tight abs and his tattoos and piercings, it's really just...precious.

We both like Marlboro Reds, both eat pastrami and Swiss, and both have holes in our hearts big enough to swallow us whole. What the fuck?

Real life is real weird and sometimes, it just stays screwed up. And ugly. Real ugly.

I always use this to blackmail her. I'd rather not, but hey, payback's a bitch.

You can't get hurt if you're already standing in the flames.

Methamphetamine? It's called dope out on the streets, you know? Ice, clouds, crystal.

Anger without an outlet is a dangerous, dangerous thing.

There's this charge in the air, and it takes me awhile to get it at first, to really put it all together. It's melancholy.

And a mistake made twice isn't really a mistake at all.

Turner rolls his eyes and stomps towards the door. I don't know if I've ever really seen him just walk. When he's in a good mood, he swaggers. When he's pissed, he slams his feet against the floor like it owes him money.

I don't need to touch a woman to possess her; I can reel in souls with a simple look, a light touch, a well-timed smile. It's not magic. This, this is simple biology.

"It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely," Blair quotes and then grins. "Einstein," she says, and I smile.

I've never met a guy who makes me feel cold at the same time he makes me hot. It's weird. But I like it. Too much.

Dream Big, Die Loud

I know love because I know the absence of it, you know what I mean? Like, I know black because I've seen white, something like that

( ... ) not even with the drugs kissing my soul with sweet, sinful lips.

Keep your pants on, asshole, and cut the possessive caveman crap.

If you can think of your lover in six senses, then I'd say you're nailed. They've got themselves wrapped around your heart. And your cock. ( ... ) Six senses? ( ... ) Sight, sound, taste, scent, touch, and the other, that thing you can't figure out that means everything.

I like seeing sexy chicks whoop the cocky off guys like Turner.

Two wrong deeds don't make a right, but two fucking awesome ones sure do help.

And the downtrodden found refuge in dilapidation; and were happy there because it was theirs and no one else's; bare of pretences and expectations, this place became a haven of solace and a sanctum for peace.

I love him fuckin' fierce, but he's an idiot extraordinaire.

Falling in love sucks. It's like being dragged into a black hole. Once you get caught in the orbit, that's it. There's no getting out. The gravity of the emotion crushes you down until you're nothing but that, ( ... )

Your boyfriend's real fuckin' nice. What a cutie. I heart the fuck out of him. What a catch.

Sometimes, bad thing happen to good people.

I groan against her neck and nuzzle into her hair, wishing I could fucking inhale her scent like crack. Not a very romantic reference, but it's all I got.

Tyson McCabe, my bad boy, my tortured soul, my little piece of dark with bits of light that glimmer like stars.

What? I ask. I try not to get snappy with her. She hasn't really done anything wrong. Falling in love with Turner isn't a sin, but hey, bitterness coasts the tongue, right? I try to breath past it?

Ain't no way I'm letting her out of this now. Not after that confession. It was as epic as the fucking storm and ten times as unexpected.

I want you to choose me for me. I want you to say fuck Noah Scott and mean it. When you can do that, really do that, come tell me. It'll happen, I know it will.

Turner's like an M&M or some shit; it's impossible to eat just one. Now that I've had a taste, I want all the colors. I kind of hate myself for it.

This book is dedicated to the darkness inside of all of us.

Shit, this woman's scary. I'm glad my manager's the short one with the wispy hair and the shaking hands. Milo knows how to get stuff done, but he's about as terrifying as a goldfish.

And no chick fucking either, unless we both agree to it, of course." Turner pauses and scowls. "Though I can't imagine sharing you with anyone. Makes me fucking sick to my stomach.

Men have selfish motivation, want, and desire tainting their vision; little girls have dreams, ambition, and honesty turning theirs crystal clear

She smiles sweet enough to give me a fuckin' cavity.

What does a fool who doesn't see the worth of others see in himself?

It's normally just wham, bam, thank you ma'am, (...)

I wonder what her secret is. Everyone has one, a skeleton in the closet just waiting for a necromancer. I'd rather not have my shit lifted up from the grave and sicced on the world, but it looks like it's happening whether I want it to or not.

I won't judge, Dax. I don't judge.

Just try and think of me as an Irish Batman, and you'll be all right.

His hand brushes against my nylons and make me suck in a breath. The feeling of his fingers sliding along the fabric ... purr, purr. Please don't stop doing that.

Sometimes you don't get to choose your partner. Life chooses it for you.

The threat is over, erased with violence and tiny porcelain hands so used to abuse they can stand innocent no longer.

I'm going to fall in love with him. I'm going to be head over heels and my stomach is going to hurt every time he walks into a room. I'm going to worry about him whenever he isn't there, and there are going to be times where I'll hate him. Because that's what love is. It's a kaleidoscope of emotions, all sorts of different colors blending together into one.

I'm crushing hard here, Smart-Pants.

I'm sorry," he said and his voice was neutral this time, almost too neutral. "But you'll be safest if I maintain my position here."
And you're trying the limits of my self-control, I thought. You can't just throw me a few clues and then take it all back. I will figure you out, I swear it.
"Suit yourself," I said and then paused. "I'd rather have you behind me anyway."
How's that for a little sexual innuendo?

You can't escape your past by running from it.

The toughest fucking moments in life are the ones where the whole world is a big, fat unkown, where chance has more power to change your fate than you do. It's then that you're gonna want me, Sali, because me, I'm a sure thing.

Your life is not a mistake, just an experience.

Love at first sight. I don't believe in that shit. Weird, huh? Yeah, but the Little Drummer Boy has been fucked over too many times before. The fairytale only lasts so long as reality doesn't come stomping through to smash it.

Sometimes, you just gotta be the weird one. It's always the weird one that stands out anyway, right? Nobody cares about the sheep; it's the wolf they're all after.

I've been staring at him with a filter over my vision.

Always come prepared, Dax," I tell him as he moves a step forward. i lift my gaze up to meet his eyes. "because you never know when life is going to fuck you." I grin. "Now,

I did what I had to do in that moment, and I'm proud of myself for it. I was hurting, yes, and maybe I overreacted, and but I can still feel, so there's hope for me. The one's who've forgotten how to feel, those are the ones who are lost.

The speakers sing with the sound, smiling to the heavens, angels dropping dead with the beautiful poison of her voice.

Once it becomes a secret, it's hard to let it out. If you don't keep it inside to begin with, it doesn't get the chance to fester and rot. So, honesty is my policy.

There are only three kinds of kisses in this world: secret ones that nobody sees, the fake ones that everybody sees, and the real ones that only two people see. This one was one of those and I'll be damned, but it rocked my friggin' world.

We're one in the same, Ty McCabe and I, and he'll always, always get me. Even if nobody else does.

When you start something, make sure that you're willing to take the time to finish it right because, honey, the work you put into it will be more than worth it in the end. The best things always are.

But love's not an emotion that can be forced. It has to fall from your heart like a skydiver, floating through the air, captive to no one. Eventually though, eventually you have to hit the ground.

I whisper under my breath, pressing my forehead to the glass of the window and letting my lashes kiss my reflection.

I want it so bad, but no glove, no fucking love.

Your past is your foundation, and if it's crumbling then you've got nothing left to build on.

You can't just turn someone's world upside down and then leave.

I swear to the ancient gods of another time that I can hear a chorus of howling devils in my skull when he touches me. He's a bad boy in all the worst ways, a real bad boy.

There's a little bit of me in there, too, and it is bad ass. Hey, her and Hayden might be the stars, but even stars need a sky, right?
Right?

I want to keep kissing forever, tasting sultry Southern boy and good manners and a filthy fucking mouth, but I think he has other plans. "If you don't want this," he whispers as he grazes my ear with his white, white teeth. "Then you better tell me now because once I get started, I ain't gonna be able to stop.

You look like a fucking angel." As soon as the words are out, I feel better. Honesty. I guess it all comes down to honesty. No wonder Turner's such a blabber mouth dumb shit. He just blurts whatever he feels whenever he feels it, and while there are all sorts of things wrong with that, it must make him feel pretty damn good. The cocky arrogance makes a whole lot more sense to me now.

You're the most beautiful woman Ive ever seen. i just want you to be mine. I don't ever care what foods you like to eat or where you grew up. It's this primal thing with me, and I'm not a primal person.

I close my eyes to escape the burn. His eyes are so hot right now, I feel like I could be incinerated. The intense heat pouring off his body makes me think of Dax's cool touch. I'm sure it could kill, too, but it would be a quiet death, lulling you to sleep, promising life is better on the other side. Turner's touch, it simply sears and sizzles, melting me into nothing. Quick, painful, intense. I love it even though I don't want to.

Turner screeches for me in full on devil mode. There are no angels here. We are all full of sin and it is beautiful.

Praising yourself doesn't have to be a bad thing. Don't be arrogant, but don't be afraid to say you've done a good job.

It means something, but it doesn't change anything.

I think the day handwriting disappears for good is the day humanity is really and truly fucked.

I want to be buried in those depths in an unmarked grave. I want to get lost in the gray fog of his gaze and never find my way home. I seriously almost fucking swoon. And how often does that happen? Yeah, never.

Did you know it's always been my fantasy to do a chick on a swing?"
"Did you know it's a federal ofense to have sex on a playground?

He sees me staring and raises his hands in the air like what the shit, dude? "I will use a wheelchair if and when the following conditions are met. One, I ain't got no fucking legs. Two, I'm paralyzed from the waist down. Three, I'm ninety-six years old. None of those apply to the current situation. You try to put me in that thing, and I will put you down.

Love. It was such a strange concept. It was something that should be everlasting, something that could wipe out any disagreement or hurt or pain, and yet it was, more often than not, the cause of those very things.

Falling in love is like catching an incurable disease. Yeah, maybe that doesn't sounds so romantic, but it's true. It's incurable and it's contagious as shit. It makes you want to have babies and raise kittens, pet butterfly wings and sleep with your head on somebody else's chest. Love ... man, it fucks with everything you are and everything you want to be. I like it and hate it.

My therapist says it's because I have 'daddy' issues. Like that's supposed to mean something to me. How can I have daddy issues when I barely knew the prick?

Believe it or not, kids, duct tape was not invented so you could make trashy little wallets and hideous handbags out of it. I

Naomi and Turner, even Ronnie, they all see this is as black and white. Good guys verses bad guys. But I learned a long time ago that the world only functions in shades of gray.

If you live your whole life in the darkness, then you don't have any trouble recognizing the light.

You don't want to know. I have the most asinine thoughts running through my head.

Don't worry about how or why or when or what. You've spent your whole fucking life worrying about those things and it hasn't worked out. Follow your fucking heart and let yourself be happy.

I can tell you that she changed my life, and I think, somehow, I changed hers. We're good for each other, Never and me. Just two tortured souls tangled together for life. Just two, tortured fucking souls in love.

The good thing about kids is that they'll tell you the truth, straight-up, no strings attached, no holds barred honesty. The bad thing about kids is that they'll tell you the truth, straight-up, no strings attached, no holds barred honesty.

Brothers in every way but blood.

An eye for an eye will ruin your depth perception

I felt my heart skip a beat, just one, but it was enough that I took notice. It was nice to know that the poor thing wasn't too wounded to get up and try again. It had been beaten, bruised, and bloodied, broken in two and wrapped up again, but it was still there, still thumping away for one more chance at that perfect kiss, that perfect person that could take the darkness and the bad memories and the anger and push it all away again, bring out the sun and light up my soul.

( ... ) listen to the call of the ice crystallizing in my veins.

I will always hear Tyson Monroe McCabe. Whether it's a whisper, a scream, no matter what Ty says, I will always hear him.

She felt trapped, but she didn't have to. The world is wide open and ready, waiting for us to escape this bubble and join it.

When times get tough, I get tougher.

No news is good news.