Erin Watt Quotes

Sometimes I think the universe has decided I'm not allowed to be happy.

I'm confused right now." I rub my sweaty palms on my knees.
Oak drags his index finger along my lower lip. "I know, baby. And scared?" I give a small nod. "I'm scared too. But let's work this out together. Let's see where it goes. We don't need labels or words. We just need to be together.

I tug his head down to mine. "I need you, Reed. Don't make me beg."
And just like that, he gives in. One hand comes up to tangle in my hair while the other pulls me roughly against him. "You don't ever have to ask again. I'll give you anything you want.

Do you love her?" I ask hoarsely.
His head whirls toward me. "No."
"You sure about that?"
"I don't. Not the way you do."
I relax, just slightly. "Still. You care about her."
Of course he does. We all do, because that girl flew into our house like a whirlwind and made everything come alive again. She brought steel and fire. She made us laugh again. She gave us a purpose - at first, it was us uniting against her. Then it turned into us standing beside her. Protecting her. Loving her.

And don't tell me that you were sick because no one is sick for two weeks and can't even make a phone call! Well, unless she's patient zero at the beginning of a zombie apocalypse.

When I first laid eyes on you three years ago, I didn't have any clue how hard I'd fall. You knocked me out and I've been yours ever since.

Well, golly gee, I'm so sorry that you had to answer an awkward question at lunch. That must have been so inconvenient. Much more inconvenient than getting hit in the face with a tampon flying out of your locker." When he grins, I totally lose it. All the frustration and hurt comes rolling out of me. I'm tired of playing the good, calm girl. I rise up on my knees, reach over and hit him across the top of his head. "Fuck," he curses. "What the hell was that for?" "That's for being an asshole!" I hit him again,

You're too much, Easton." "I am." He nods solemnly. "It's why I sleep around. Because no one girl can handle all of me.

I'm done playing games, Ella. No other girls exist in the world for me. If you see me talking to one, know that I'm talking about you. If you see me walking next to someone, I'm wishing it was you … You're the only one for me.

You have a job?" I'm paying the girl a fortune and she has another job?
"I did. I was a waitress at Sharkey's." She crosses her arms again.
Forcibly, I move my eyes to the coffee table. "Never heard of it."
"It's a chain. They serve steak."
I roll my eyes. "Sounds like you loved it."
"I made good money there."
"Did Alphabet love it?"
She scowls. "No, why?

When I look at Reed and his muscular frame and his hard face, sometimes I forget that he's got a heart that's as fragile as mine. But guys aren't supposed to be emotional so they hide their feelings behind seriousness, crudeness, or dickish behavior.

Grow up, Beth. in the real world, bad boys are actually bad. They aren't heroes. It's not dope to hook up with them. Your home life problems aren't solved with my dick. Bad boys do bad shit and eventually drag everyone around them into the same hell pit.

Take your condescension, your unwanted advice, your creepy lurking outside of my door and shove it up your ass.

My brother's a good lay." His eyes gleam. "But he's not as good as me.

You should know whatever game you're playing, you can't win. Not against all of us. If you leave now, you won't be hurt. If you stay, we'll break you so bad that you'll be crawling away."

- Reed Royal

I make an attempt to follow Reed's lead and lighten the mood. "What was your excuse last week when you ate an entire batch of cookies?"
"That was just me being hungry. Besides, they were cookies. Who needs an excuse to eat cookies?"
"I feel like that's a sexual question," Wade chimes in. "And the correct answer is, no one ever needs an excuse to eat cookies."
"You do need permission, though," Val says tersely, focusing her gaze on Wade for the first time since he sat down. "And if your mouth is all over someone else's cookies, then other bakers aren't going to be interested in offering you their cookies."
Then she gets up from the table and stomps off.
"Hey!" Wade shouts after her. "I only had those other cookies that one time and only because the baker I wanted to get the cookies from was closed!"
He shoots up from his seat and hustles after Val, leaving Easton, Reed, and me staring after them.
"I have a feeling they aren't talking about cookies," Easton remarks.

My life is mine. I live it. I control it.

There aren't any cameras here. This isn't for show.
This is as real and as awful and as wonderful as it gets. I'd hold her forever if she'd let me.

I'm Easton Royal, superficial and only interested in how to have a good time.
I don't want to look deep into my being and see the bottomless, black, boring pool of nothingness. I want to live in blissful denial.

Reed Royal has broken me. I've fallen from the sky and I'm not sure I can get up. Not this time.

silence is kind of considered approval.

I'm tired of playing the good, calm girl. I rise up on my knees, reach over and hit him across the top of his head.
"Fuck," he curses. "What the hell was that for?"
"That's for being an asshole!" I hit him again…
Reed pushes me back, hard, against the passenger door. "Sit the fuck down! You're gonna make us crash."
"I'm not going to sit down!" I swing at him again. "I'm tired of you and your insults and your awful friends!

He told me to stay away. He told me I didn't belong. If only I'd listened to him

You're the one person in my life who wants nothing but me and it's terrifying and awesome at the same time. Don't ever leave me. I love you. You're my heart.

Yeah," Easton says, coming up on Ella's other side. "Your room's a mess."
"Because you keep watching football in there," she mutters as we lead her away. "I expect you to clean it the moment we get back."
Easton stops at the penthouse door and looks at her incredulously. "I'm Easton Royal. I don't clean shit."
Dad sighs. The twins snicker. Even the cops look like they're trying not to laugh.

You want this?" He pumps himself slowly. "You can have it. Lick it, suck it, fuck it, anything you want, baby. As long it's just with me.

I hate feeling like I don't belong.

I swallow a gasp. Oh man. Are these boys pulling twin switches on Sawyer's girlfriend? That's ballsy. And twisted. I pour my own bowl of cereal and lean against the counter to eat it. A few minutes later, Sebastian walks into the kitchen. As he passes the table, Sawyer murmurs, "Thanks, bro," to his twin.

My skill, if I have one, isn't dancing. It's my ability to believe that tomorrow can be a better day.

Wade instantly falls on one knee. "Oh, dear maiden. Please allow me to insert my member into your cavern of pleasure and take you to heights only the immortals have known.

Dad has always said that a man who raises a hand against a female lowers himself beneath her feet.

You're poking a tiger."

I shrug. "He poked me first."

Callum shakes his head. "And I thought raising five boys was an adventure. I haven't seen anything yet, have I?"

- Callum Royal

That's how I kept my sanity – I focused on one good thing instead of all the fucked-up stuff." One small thing.

I might be small, but I have the lung capacity of a whale, so if you don't move I'm gonna have to release the oral Kraken until the entire school is in this hallway rescuing me from you."
I crack up. "The oral Kraken? That sounds pretty dirty."
"I'm thinking everything sounds dirty to you," she says dryly.

I don't know why I latched onto the idea of being friends, but it sits right with my gut. I want Hartley in my life and if being friends is the way that happens, then friendship is what we'll have.
It's different, but maybe that's not a bad thing.

Do you really think it's Abby who's keeping me up at night?"
"I don't know." I hesitate. "I don't want it to be.

Nuh-uh, you're not getting off that easy. I want you to say it. Tell your big brother about your crush on your other big brother."
"You're imagining things. I'm not crushing on Reed," I lie.
"Bull."
"I'm not," I insist, but Easton sees right through me.
"Shit, Ella, I need a smoke every time you two are within five feet of each other.

You may have lost your family, but you're not alone anymore, Ella. You're a Royal now.

This is weird, right?" I blurt out when nobody says anything. "I mean, he just came back from the dead."
Easton shrugs. "Told you Uncle Steve was a baller.

I get it – you want to see me without my shirt on. You know what? Let me give you a sneak peek. It's awesome, by the way. You might want to close one eye to reduce the effect.

I wasn't seeking a place, but a person. I'd come home.

There's always something to live for. Something to be thankful for. Something to look forward to.

You belong with us. You're the best thing that ever happened to this family."
Surprise filters through me. Okay. Wow.
"You're ours," Easton mumbles. "I'm sorry about tonight. I really am, Ella.

Life sucks, and I have no idea how to make it better, so I stop trying.

In the vast void, her kiss tells me I'm not alone. She touches her tongue to mine, and a groan slips out. I think it comes from me. I'm dizzy and breathless and full of strange emotions that I can't make sense of and don't want to. I know the gist. I'm happy. This is a high I've never been able to achieve through pills or booze or other people.

Don't let me go this time," I murmur against his sweat-slicked skin.
"I won't. I won't ever. I love you, Savannah." He braces himself above me, his arms shaking from the effort. "From the moment I saw you, my heart was yours. Please tell me you'll take me back.

I keep waiting for that movie moment when Reed runs out of the house, screaming for me to come back.

But it never happens.

There's no rain-filled reunion and the only moisture are the tears I can't hold back any longer.

What's your small thing for today?"
"You.

Ella."
I jump when his warm hand covers mine, and then his head moves to rest on my
shoulder. His soft hair tickles my bare skin, and I force myself not to run a
comforting hand through it. He doesn't deserve comfort right now.
"You can't leave," he whispers, his breath fanning over my neck. "I don't want
you to go."
He kisses my shoulder, but there's nothing sexual about it. Nothing romantic in
the way his hand tightens over my knuckles.
"You belong with us. You're the best thing that ever happened to this family."
Surprise filters through me. Okay. Wow.
"You're ours," Easton mumbles. "I'm sorry about tonight. I really am, Ella.
Please…don't be mad at me."
My anger melts away. He sounds like a lost little boy, and I can't stop myself
from stroking his hair now. "I'm not mad. But dammit, Easton, the gambling needs
to stop. I might not be there to bail you out next time."
"I know." He groans. "You shouldn't have had to bail me out tonight. I promise
I'll pay you back, every last cent. I…" He lifts his head and presses a kiss to my
cheek. "Thank you for doing that. I mean it."
Sighing, I turn my eyes back to the road. "You're welcome.

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Come with me."

"Let me think on that." I tap a finger against my bottom lip as if I'm really contemplating his crappily delivered invitation. His eyes drop to watch the movement.

"Okay. I've decided. No."

- Ella Harper

Nice to meet you," Durand says in a ridiculously deep voice. Jeez, he sounds like Batman. "I'm

You dont know me. You dont know anything about me, and you havent even tried getting to know me, so youre not allowed to talk shit about something you have no clue about

Steve. That always felt made-up to me. Like, when your kid says, "Tell me about my daddy, Mama!" and you're on the spot so you blurt out the first name that comes to mind - "Uh, his name was, um, Steve, honey.

No one counts, Chase. No one but you and me. If you tell me you don't care about me, I'll cry but I'll get over it. that's your choice. But if you're pushing me away because guilt is your current girlfriend and you don't want to leave her, then that's bullshit. If you feel so wrong about being let out of prison, go back there. Violate your probation and get sent back in.

Is there a real life block button? Because I need that in my life.

I was ashamed. Okay? Ashamed. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Yeah, well, you know what I am? I'm the stupid girl in the horror movie. You made me into that stupid girl. I'm the one running back into the house where the guy with the knife is. You warned me. Over and over again, you told me to stay away. But I couldn't listen. I thought I knew better

No one wants to be ruined. We all want to be saved.

I'm only seventeen. Sometimes that feels too young to have lived the life I have. Sometimes I look around at my surroundings and think, I don't belong here

I'm willing to do almost anything for you. I'd go back in time to change things if I could." He gazes down at me with determination. "But I'm not leaving you alone.

Steve's downstairs. He showed up at the door just as Reed was taken away."
"Steve," Easton echoes, slightly dazed. "Uncle Steve?"
Sebastian makes a croaky sound. "Dead Uncle Steve?

Reed hasn't issued the Royal decree yet.

It's you. It's always been you and I'm tired of fighting it.