Callie Hart Quotes

And I love you, angry girl. I really do.

For me, there has never been nor ever will be anything more fascinating than her.

It's better for you if we're not seen together anyway."
"What makes you think that?"
"…I'm the pariah of Raleigh High. Sitting anywhere with me is the quickest, most efficient way to commit social suicide. I am broken, Alex."
… "It's okay to be broken. You have every right to be. Just don't let them keep on breaking you. That's not how you win this particular game."
I wrench my hand free. "This isn't a fucking game."
Looking around the parking lot, as if seeing his surroundings for the very first time. "Of course it is," he says. "This is high school, Silver. This is the biggest game there is.

I wanna slide my hands up those thighs, Sloane. I wanna tear your clothes from your body and make you tremble. I want to dig my fingers and my teeth into your skin and make you scream my name. You want that, too, huh?" he says.

For the first time, I see her. Fucking Sophia. I don't see her as a means to an end - a potential way to take down the bastard who killed my uncle. I see her. I see her as a woman, and she is beautiful.

A secret is a terrible and wonderful thing. It's a flickering candle flame in your chest, warming you from the inside.

And who are you supposed to be? My Prince Charming?" He snorts at that. "No, silly girl. I'm the big bad wolf.

I'm the thing that stands between you and the dark. I will always be standing there, bracing for the shit storm, ready to fucking defend and protect you, if that's what you want, because you're the most important, pivotal, vital thing that's ever happened to me.

You're not real," he told me, curling a piece of my hair around his index finger. "How can you be?" "I'm pretty sure I am," I said breathlessly. "Then why do I constantly feel like I'm underwater when I'm with you? Dreaming? Imagining every second?

I don't know how to feel what you're telling me I feel," he whispers. "I don't know if you're right.

You gave yourself to me. You're mine. That's not something you can undo."
"I'm sure lots of girls have "given themselves to you. You can go back to fucking them.
"I'm not fucking anyone but you from here on out, sweetheart … Don't bother running. I'll only have to come find you. Stay here and be with me. I'll make it worth your while.

She crooks an eyebrow at me, and I mirror her expression, making her smile.
Fuck. Me. Dead.
I made her smile.
…
God, how am I ever going to be worthy of this girl? I have no clue, but I'm gonna figure it out if it kills me.

This isn't a let's-date-and-see-where-life-takes-us deal, Sera. This is all or nothing. This is to the ends of the fucking earth and back. This is giving all, giving everything, total fucking surrender. Total victory, and total defeat. There is no going back from it. Not ever.

It's perfect and deep and breathtaking, and feels like it will never end. There has never been another kiss like this one in the entire universe. This is the kiss. The kiss to end all other kisses.

No matter what we are or who created us, we're all energy. And energy that becomes bound together by love cannot be torn apart. Not by time. Not by grief and pain. Not even the veil of death.

There isn't a man alive on this planet that can come close to being anywhere near as sexy, thrilling, scary, alluring, or terrifying as him, all in one go.

Let's make a deal. You can control me in the bedroom, Zeth, but out of the bedroom, we're partners. I act under advisement, and so do you. Fair?

You're the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever witnessed with my own two eyes. I am watching you just as much as you're watching me…and I don't trust myself to look away.

I'd had to fight for everything in my life, and I didn't regret that for a moment. The fight had shown me how strong I was. It had shown me the true value of happiness, and it had shown me the lengths I was willing to go to in order to protect it.

There's a very real danger that he'll hold his cup to my lips, and I'll drink down his poison like I'm dying and he's the cure.

Just for a second there...it felt like she might be capable of gluing me back together too

It's yours," he murmured. "My face. My mouth. May hands. My body. My cock. All of it. If you want it, it's all yours. Feel free to use the fuck out of me."
Dear Lord. Thankyou so much for your depraved servant, Felix.

You are going to be mine, Elodie Stillwater. Of all my sins and misdeeds, making you fall in love with me will be the very worst of them.

You're no nightmare, Zara Llewellyn. You're every single beautiful dream I've ever had. And I don't plan on letting you go now.

I love you, too, Ophelia. God, loving you is the cruelest, most unkind thing I can do to you, and yet I'm going to do it anyway. Do you know what that means?" I tried to look away again - I was buried under an avalanche of emotion, and I felt as though I would suffocate from it. Sully wouldn't let me hide from him, though. He ducked down, bending so our eyes were locked once more. "Loving you isn't me telling you something we both already know. It's waking up together every morning. It's making love, and arguing and fighting, and dealing with each other's shit. It's walking across hot coals for you. It's protecting you, and keeping you, and honoring you always. There's no half measure in this, okay? So you have to be fucking sure, because once we travel down this road together, there is no turning back. There is no good ol' college try. There's me, and there's you. Forever. This will change me, and it'll change you, too. It's a part of us already. Once we let it overtake us, there won't be any turning back. Is that what you want?" "Is it what you want?" I asked in a small voice. "Don't do that. Own your feelings. You don't need to know what I think before you can make up your mind.

He is my maker, and he's created a monster.

Are you strong enough to admit that this is what you want? Are you brave enough to find out?

It fells incredible, but it's not what I'm desperate for. I am desperate for him. I know what I have to do to get what I want, and I've made my peace with it. He wants me to beg... I'll beg. He wants me to plead... I will. Because right now he knows he's got me wrapped around his little finger... and it's right where I want to be. I'm sick. I'm deluded. I'm lost. I'm his.

I feel… lost," I whisper. "I hurt. I hurt so much." I look up into the face of the man who stole my heart so long ago, and I know without a doubt that I'm still deeply in love with him. It's a crippling realization - one I've been denying for so long. Callan's expression is fierce, protective and possessive all at once. How can he feel this way after so long? How can he still want to love me? Or even be near me after everything we both put each other through?
"I hurt, too," he says quietly. "But you have the ability to make that hurt stop, bluebird. Just like I can take your pain away. Every last scrap of it. I won't rest until the past is dead and buried and you're happy, if you let me. Please. Please… please just let me.

What makes you different from the rest of the herd?" He winks at me. "My seven inch cock, of course.

I'm the boy who fell for you from afar, Sera. I should have done the right thing and walked away. I've never had a problem walking away from anything in my whole damn life, but I was weak. I could not walk away from you.

I know you. I see into you. Your heart is my heart. Your breath is my breath. Your soul is my soul. Your pain… your pain is my fucking pain. So don't expect me to believe you when you say you stopped loving me, because I looked you in the eye when you said goodbye to me, bluebird. My heart broke when yours did. My lungs stopped breathing when yours did. My soul hurt when yours did. My pain felt like it was killing me, just like yours did. You loved me then. You never stopped. You still love me now, the same way I still fucking love you.

You're a weapon, Sera. You were forged in fire. When you remove a weapon from the flames, it becomes even stronger. Sharper. A hundred times more lethal than it ever was before.

He bites down on his bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, and I know I'm ruined. I'm ruined for every other man on the face of the planet.

A feather is a miraculous thing. So commonplace and every day, we barely even notice them poking out of our pillows, or caught on a gentle breeze, or bobbing along the surface of a lazy river, caught in the eddies and rushing vortexes as it's swept downstream. But a feather is a feat of engineering. And this feather, the one that must have been slipped beneath my bedroom door, is a beautiful one to be sure.

Normal people look at me. They see the surface of me, the appealing outer shell. They never delve any deeper. But you…your eyes probe and they search. It feels fucking real when you look at me. After thirty seven years of being admire and coveted because of the way my genetics predetermined what my features would look like, it's refreshing to be fucking see, Sera.

Don't you dare let me go. Loving you is the only thing that makes any sense right now.

He was a man possessed. I was a woman lost. Together, we were two halves of something fragile and delicate, beautiful in its complexity.

Is this the part where you pretend you're late for something, make your excuses and you leave?" I whisper.
Alex huffs out a shallow, soft burst of laughter. "No, Dolcezza. This is the part when I realize you've stolen my fucking soul and I have no chance of ever getting it back.

You were raised in violence, but your soul doesn't crave it, bluebird. Despite everything, you're still gentle inside. You're still you.

The love between us is fire and ice. It's loss, and it's redemption. It's pain, and it's comfort. It is everything.

No, the frigid, cold, empty thing that lives inside me showed up the day after my mother died. It told me it was pointless to care about people. It told me it was useless to consider what they think or feel or desire out of life.

No woman's ever that angry with me unless she knows she wants to fuck me and she's mad at herself for it," I tell her. "So no. I'm not shocked." "Hmm. Well aren't you an arrogant son of a bitch." I shrug. "I'm betting that's why you want my dick inside you." She laughs - the sound is like silver and moonlight, cold water running down my back. "Kiss me, Tommy Kendrick. And make it a good one. I want to know what I'm signing myself up for here before I let you do your worst." She

Eli Hofstadter, Private Detective and Investigative services. I find

Your life is fucked up, too. But I see you, Silver. I see you looking at me, and I can feel the want in you. This playing around, tiptoeing around the truth is just fucking…it's fucking pointless. You like me, too. You care about me, too. You don't know why yet, but I can show you. I'm a risk. I'm a danger. I'm not a fucking safe bet by anyone's standards. But I can be good for you if you let me. At least I think I can. You're the first fucking person in this entire world who's ever made me want to fucking try.

Hey, bluebird," he whispers. "I've been dreaming about you.

He kisses me, his lips finding mine, and I don't need to breathe anymore. His mouth on mine is all I need. His hands holding me tight is all I need. Just him. He is everything.

He's unbelievably smart. He continually shows me what he can take from me if he wants to, and then turns the tables on me, making me realize how much I want him to have it anyway. How much I want to give it to him. I hate that. On principle I want to not succumb to the manipulation this time. To show the bastard he's not as smart as he thinks he is. Only he is. He's an evil fucking mastermind.

Whatever you want, just claim it. Let yourself go. Or tell me to fuck off. But be honest.

Better men would pretend. They'd make sure you were safe, and they would leave you the fuck alone. I'm the very worst kind of creature, the fucking worst, because I can't do that. I can't fucking let you go. I'm in love with you, Angel. And it will be the death of us both.

Why am I so dead set on her?
Because she's innocent, and I'm not.
Because she's wholesome, and I'm not.
Because she's untainted, and I'm not.
And most importantly of all, because she'll be so pretty when I make her cry.

Pleasure. This is what true pleasure feels like. It's not just the softness of a kiss. It's not just the delicate touch of hands on breasts and tongues on skin. It's the bite of pain, the threat of danger, the risk taken in dancing wit h the devil

I care very deeply about your happiness. More than I should. I care about being personally responsible for your happiness, and that--" he shakes his head, " - is a confounding realization, believe me.

I figured no one else was gonna beheaded up that sketchy road in the dark. It's fucking dangerous."
"You know what's fucking dangerous?" I growl in a lot voice. "Me. I'm fucking dangers, and right now I'm close to flying back to Seattle so I can personally fuck you up. You feel me?

We were more than just Fix and Sera, now. We were far more than that, unbreakable and indestructible, and heaven help anyone who tried to fuck with us.

I fucking know you, Coralie Taylor." He stabs his own chest with his index finger. "I fucking know you. I took one look at you back in that library and I knew you. I always have and I always will. That's never going to change. You can run away for ten years. You can change your hair… wear different clothes… but there's not a damn thing you can do to hide your soul from mine. It's far too late for that.

I couldn't have forgotten about you even if I'd tried. The seas could have frozen over. The heavens could have come crashing down to earth. Time could have stood still, and I would never have been able to cleanse myself of you.

If you weren't in my life, sugar, I'd only be half a man. I wouldn't trade knowing you, caring for you, loving you, for anything in the world.

Zeth's chest is heaving, too. And he's wearing that wicked smirk again. Holy fuck, I don't care if he's dangerous. I don't care if he's an axe murderer. I'm never letting him leave this house.

Don't ever pretend that we weren't for real, Coralie. Don't ever pretend that what we felt wasn't a lifelong, consuming, powerful thing, because I know you still fucking feel it.

It was a boy with a clean record, a winning smile and a glorious halo who broke me. Ironically, it's the boy with the rap sheet, a body full of ink and the dangerous glint in his eye who's putting me back together.