Monica Murphy Quotes

Drew Callahan is my absolute weakness. Like a drug I can't get enough of. He's my addiction and if I'm honest with myself, I'm not looking to kick that particular habit anytime soon.

This isn't a game to me, Fable. This is my life. And I want you to be a part of it ... I want you and you only. I'm not sharing you with anyone else.

His nightmares haunt him. They're dark and desperate. Though he never talks about them, it doesn't take a genius to realize just how awful they are. How they torment him almost every single night. He acts like everything is fine in the daylight. Happy and care free, as if nothing ever bothers him. But in the dark, in his sleep, his other world reveal itself.
And it's not pretty.

Loving someone is taking a constant risk with your emotions. When you find the right person,the one you know you want to be with, that person becomes worth the risk.

Once upon a time, we were cynics facing the world alone. Our story changed into two warrior cynics facing the world together.
Now, we own the happily ever after and we refuse to let that bitch go.

She's a contradiction and I want to figure her out

He props his elbow on the table,
absently scratches his temple with his index finger, and I remember exactly what that index finger did to me earlier. How he circled my nipples with that finger, how he slipped it between my legs, drenched it with my wetness
and then brought it up to his mouth, licking it, tasting me, his gaze never leaving mine ...

I'm damaged. I probably always will be. But I can at least pick up the pieces the best that I can and carry on. It's the only thing to do. Life is what you make it.

I don't know what I like most about you," he says conversationally as he methodically begins to undo my braid. His fingers sift through my hair, gently tugging and pulling, and it feels so good that my eyelids waver. Unable to help myself, I lean into him. "Your hair, your freckles or that fucking mouth of yours.

Jeez, I sound bitter even in my own head.

It is better to be hurt by the raw truth rather than to be comfortably deceived. - Anonymous

She's being safe. Safe is good. And I'm being reckless. Insane.

And I miss him. And when I'm alone with my thoughts, I miss him even more. And right now? I feel horribly alone. Lonely.

The front of his shorts are tented with what appears to be a very aggressive, very large, erect penis and I seriously cannot wait to yank his shorts off so I can see this wonder in the flesh.

Reality. It's not living a lie like so many of the people we know have done. It's not treating life like a game of charades or living behind any type of façade. Life is fucked up, it hurts, and it's not always pretty, but damned if it can't be beautiful too.

I just got fucked by Shep Prescott and lord help me, I think he's spoiled me for anyone else.

She's consuming me and I'm letting it happen. Revelling in it, really.

For once, I want to know what it feels like to be someone's first choice".
~Fable

What does it mean when a girl texts you a bunch of x's and o's?" I ask, frowning at my screen. "Are you for real right now?" When I send Shep a helpless look he shakes his head, muttering under his breath. "It means hugs and kisses, dumbass. Jesus, where have you been? Living under a rock?

A text from Fable and it says one word. Marshmallow

Everything's a struggle, especially relationships that are worth fighting for. ~Will Monroe

I'll never forget the things you said to me. Not because they mattered, but because they made me feel like I did.

I can't believe I've known this girl for only seven days. She's become my everything-and with all my baggage, I've probably become her worst nightmare.

I want to believe in the fairy tale.

It's hard to hold on to anger. It eats at you, chips away at your happiness, making you miserable.

She's all broken inside but no one will ever notice. - Unknown

Doc says I can't move forward until I face the past.
But what the fuck does she know?

You know how I feel about you constantly running away from your problems. It's not healthy. And they always catch up to you sooner or later.

I always want him. Always.
It's always like this between us, too. We come together and we simply ... combust. So easily. Beautifully. Does he even know how he affects me? Does he realize how my heart now rests in his hands? I belong to him completely

I'm sure I look a wreck. But he's the one who wrecked me so he may as well take a good long look at what he's done.

I really need to break him of the bad language habit he's developing at a rapid pace, but who am I to talk? I curse all the fucking time.

Honestly, I don't quite know how we got to this point. I hated him on sight. I did this only for the money. I thought he was a fucked up mess. I still think he's a fucked up mess.
But so am I. And he's so beautiful, so thoughtful, so vulnerable. We can be a mess together. I want to heal him. I know I can heal him.

I want to map every inch of her skin with my mouth. I want to sit with her in my arms and kiss her for hours, until our lips are swollen and our jaws are tired. I want to know what she looks like when she comes. And I want to be the one who makes her come with my name falling from her lips.

His lips quirk into this adorable little smile. Ugh, he's just too cute. And sexy. And hot. And huge. You have feelings for me?

For a passion that's
Able to shine like ours
Blessed are we to
Love
Each other

I'm too caught up in this ... pretend life I'm so completely submersed in. And you know what? I like it. I love it. Even though I know deep down inside, it's fake. That the way you talk to me, look at me, touch me. Kiss me ... is all for show. I'm some sort of protection for you but I don't care. I want it.
I want you.

Funny how someone can come into your life for such a brief time but leave such a lasting impression.

Definitely offer up some chocolate. That shit is like a cure all.

There's no going back," he whispers ... "Once I am inside you, you're mine."
...
"I want to be yours," I answer in a breathy whisper. "I want to belong to you, Drew. Only you.

I touch her again, another teasing press of my fingers to her pussy. She's so soft and wet. I want to put my mouth on her. Suck her. Bite her. Lick her. Fuck her with my tongue. Fuck her with my fingers.

It's mind-boggling, how one small choice causes a ripple effect throughout the rest of your life.

He might be more trouble than he's worth but I don't think so. This man came into my life for some reason. Just as I came into his. Maybe we're supposed to help each other cope.
Or give each other hope.