Nicole Williams Quotes

You're still you, and he's still him. People don't change, Clara Belle. Not because they don't want to, but because they can't. Boone is who he is, and you are who you are. I would have warned you not to make the same mistake twice if I'd known you were even considering letting Boone Cavanaugh into your life again.

How do you go and fall in love with someone new when you left your heart with someone else?

So yeah. Jesse Walker was giving me the silent treatment. I was probably the only person who could claim that honor.

If mouths cold commit the act, his made very hot, passionate love to mine last night.

Please. I'm the angel of the bunch." "And those two horns sprouting out of your head are there because . . .?" "To hold up my halo. Obviously.

I couldn't let anyone make me feel unworthy without my consent

He stepped back, rubbing his chin as his inspection continued. He was almost smirking, definitely smiling as he took in the sight of me sporting his jersey.

I'd rather have one day with you than an eternity with anyone else.

I love you too much to lose you over something so little.

"Roommates With Benefits.

Let's get you to your wedding, princess."
"I'll make sure Rowen tosses the bouquet your way, sweetie," Jesse said, adjusting his tie before buttoning his jacket.
"Bite me, Walker."
He grinned at me. "Love you too, Black.

I know we can make it through anything, Rowen. The past couple of months have proven that to me. I know we could make it if we were far away from each other, I trust that. I have faith in that. The thing is ... I don't want to do it. I want to be near you. Every day. Every night. Why should I settle for you from far away when I can have you near me every morning when I wake up?

Yes," he said, shrugging. "Maybe you didn't understand when I said I"d love you forever, but I meant I'd love you forever. There were no qualifiers or addendums to that vow, nothing that would void it out based on your actions." His smile lit up the night. "To make sure you're clear on this, let me repeat myself. I'll love you forever, Bryn Dawson, no matter how determined you might be to screw it up."
"No conditions?" I asked. "Not even (spoiler omitted)
He shook his head. "I think that's why they call it unconditional.

The first day of kindergarten when the little boy in a blue polo shirt had sat next to me and told me he'd be my friend when I couldn't stop crying after my dad had dropped me off. The boy who'd brought me a tray of brownies, a stack of movies, and sat with me on the couch all week after I broke my leg in fifth grade. The boy who'd blushed whenever I talked to him or looked his way when we became teenagers. The same boy who made it his business to make sure all the other boys treated me right.

AmYou know, the spark. It could be as simple as a meeting of eyes or as intimate as knuckles skimming down flesh, but one thing it was unmistakable. No denying it once you'd felt it and no sense in trying to conjure one up if it wasn't there from the beginning. Sparks are beginnings, leading to middles of fireworks, finishing like blasts of dynamite. So, long story short, there were no sparks

Live, Love, Learn. Then get real.

It always amazes me how when we're sure we've lost something for good, it winds up finding us.

I was still waiting for him to 'get' that. the longer I waited, the angrier I got. But most of all, the sadder I got.

I want to be with one person forever. I don't want to date my way through guys until I've forgotten just what I was looking for in the first place and end up settling for the next one that comes along.

Don't let another man, tight wearing fairy or not, help you out of your clothes again," he said, his eyes narrowing just enough to know some scalding emotions were firing through him right now. "If you need help out of so much as a sock, you call me, you got it? That's my job.

Yeah," Thomas said, "if the dude almost beat my ass for helping you out of a corset, he will murder me on the spot when he sees our modern interpretation of the 'Rape of Persephone'.

Luce," Jude said, stopping me, "I get what a piece of shit I am, and it's not awful or unfair or incorrect for people to call me out on what I am. But I'd like to think a person can change, and I swear to you I'm going to try to leave me piece of shitedness behind.

Hi, I'm Jude Ryder Jamieson," he began, extending his hand. I took it, shaking it. He held onto it when I tried to pull it back. "My mom left when I was thirteen. My dad's serving a life sentence for killing a young kid. I spent the last five years in a boys' home being bullied, beat, and abused by the kids, the staff, and even the goddamn dog. I sold drugs. I did drugs. I got arrested. A lot. I screwed a lot of faceless women." He paused, sucking in a breath. "And then I met one whose face I couldn't forget. I fell in love with her. I hurt her because I fell in love with her and was afraid she was going to leave me the way everyone else had." He lifted his other hand, cradling mine between his. "I still love her.

I'm his girlfriend?" It was meant to be a question to myself, but Taylor couldn't let it go unanswered.
"You're the first," she said, looking at me like I was a puzzle. "You lucky bitch.

No one had ever talked about me that way, like I was so close to perfect the imperfections were washed away. I

Don't waste your time trying to be someone else. Just be the best you you can be.

I will gladly entertain and endure any and all bouts of jealous, angry sex you want to toss my way.

Is that why you fell in love with her? Because you were like a prince who rode in to save her?" …
"No." Grant shook his head slowly. "I fell in love with her because she saved me."
…"Who did she save you from?"
Grant's head turned toward me. The storm in his eyes calmed instantly. "From myself.

Holy shit. Rowen Sterling. Glowing. Married. I suppose now's the time to start packing our bags for the apocalypse."
Jesse slugged my arm. Rowen got the other. "Holy shit. Garth Black. Present. Accounted for. Sober. Quick, no time to pack your bags for the apocalypse because it's here.

Luce," he said at last, his voice soft. "what do you want me to do?" He paused, waiting for my response, but I wasn't sure what he was asking, so no response came.
"Please, just tell me," he continued. "Tell me what you want me to say, and do, when it comes to Adriana or any other girl that looks my way, and I'll do it. You want me to fire a spit wad between their eyes? So be it. You want me to flip them off any time any one of them looks my way? You got it. You want me to poke my eyes out so I can't see another one of their suggestive smiles again?" he trailed on, half of his face squishing together. "Well, that would suck, but I'd do it. For you." Cradling my face in his hands again, he leaned forward so his eyes were staring into mine from half a foot away. "Just tell me, baby. What do you want me to do?

My number one commitment is you, Luce.

I don't believe in fairy tales. I believe in making my own damn tale.

I love you, Jude."
...
"And that makes me the luckiest bastard in the world.

It doesn't seem to matter how far away I go or how many years go by. I'm starting to accept that there will always be some part of me that is going to hold on to some part of you.

You're worth ever bead of sweat and every groan of frustration. You're worth the work, you're worth the wait, you're worth everything I have to give you." I moved closer, so our foreheads were pressed together, our eyes aligned. "So make me work for it. Make me work hard for it. I will. You won't hear one complaint from me working myself to the bone for you. Not one.

And then I met one whose face I couldn't forget. I fell in love with her and was afraid she was going to leave me the way everyone else had ... I still love her.

So Jude was still Jude, I was still me, and we were still us. About the only thing that had changed was our bank account, just like he'd promised.

A man's legacy isn't the number of people who know his name," he said, his words warm against my skin. "It's defined by one good woman who knows him and loves him despite it.

It wasn't a question. It had never been an option. It was something set into motion the day the universe was created, and thousands of years later, there we were. We'd found each other. I was hers, she was mine, we were each other's.

Don't project his mistakes from the past onto him now. Don't let past choices define present actions.

Luce," Jude said, unfurling the blanket cinched around me, grabbing my hands when he pulled them free, "you're my girl. The girl." To join the other emotions flashing over over his face, a trace of pain did as well. "When I look at Adriana, or any other girl for that matter, that's all I see. Some other girl who isn't my girl. I don't see them, Luce. I see you," he continued, his skin lining between his brows. "I've only ever seen you.

You mistake my jealousy for good old-fashioned cynicism.

You're all I've got, Luce. I'll do anything not to lose you," he said, his scar pinching into his cheek. "Just tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll fix it.

You've got all my firsts," he said. "All the ones that matter.

Now why didn't I think of that? Because uncomplicating the complicated is the easiest thing in the world.

One true friend was worth more than fifty frenemies who laughed at my engagement ring. Bitches

I told you forever ago that I wasn't going anywhere. That there was no one else for me. No one else I wanted to love. Nothing can change that.

You may very well be the death of me one day. But what a way to go.

I'll settle for this. I'll settle for whatever I can have of you, even if it's just carrying you from a couch to your bed. I'll be that guy."
My head relaxed into the bend of his arm as he moved up the stairs. "You'll be what guy?"
His light eyes found mine, seeming to illuminate the darkness surrounding us. "The one waiting in the wings.

Wealth can be created. Wit and intelligence can't.

His love was worth the price I'd paid in my past. His love was worth any price.
It was priceless.

I've loved you from the first day I met you, as I will the rest of my existence.

Our reputations weren't who we really were, they were who people told us we were. Some of us fell into that trap, while others fought their entire lives to break free of them. Jude was no more the bad boy with a dead end future than I was the skanky slut everyone said I was.

You are half my soul … The best part of it.

It seemed like the people who cried the least for help were the ones who generally needed it most.

Your mom is right here with us, Elle. Her spirit's here giving my exhausted arm strength to keep hanging on. She's keeping the current from whipping us all to hell. She's keeping the tree shrapnel from getting anywhere near us." A small smile formed. "She's keeping us alive.

When a child dies, a parent loses a part of themselves," he said. "Your whole world ceases to exist and you're nothing but a shell of the person you once were. Your mom has dealt with it in her way, me in mine, and you in yours." He lifted his hand off John's gravestone and rose. "Your mom hates the world, I avoid it, and you try to save it.

To be strong, you have to know your weaknesses, confront them, and ultimately accept them. A person isn't strong because they lack weakness but because they don't let it guide them.

It's because you're letting the fairy tales you grew up hearing in storybooks and the baseless ideas of love cloud your mind. Love isn't easy. Especially the really good kind. It's difficult, and you'll want to rip your hair out just as many days you'll feel the wind at your back." She paused smiling to herself. "But it's worth it. It's worth fighting for

The name's Jude Ryder since you're going to be my wife soon. And I didn't used to do girlfriends, flowers, or dates. And then I met you, and that didn't work for you. So I changed for you and you changed for me too,

My life wasn't how I planned it would be. It wasn't even close. It was a thousand times better.

Because I'm nervous and I eat when I'm nervous, he said, looking at me from the side.

I love you, Bryn Dawson. I am yours, and yours alone, to the very end.

You … That was all I thought about when I was rescued, that was all I thought about during the six years I was there. You." He slipped a wisp of hair behind my ear. "You were what kept me alive in that hell. And you're what will keep me alive in this one."
"You're free. Alive. How is this hell?"
"It might not be a wall of metal bars and a half a world if distance, but there's still something keeping me separated from you … It's hell to go from loving someone, thinking of them every minute of every day and thinking you'd never see them again, only to make it home and see them and realize they aren't yours to love anymore.

His personality gets a suck's ass," Tony continued, nudging the K named kicker. "So why, in all things unfair and unholy, does he get all the good ones lining up outside his door?"
Jude leaned forward. "I can give you an eight inch explanation, Rufello.

You're kind of possessive, you know that?"
His attention was back on his laptop again, but his head shook. "Not possessive. Protective."
I made a face. "There's a difference?"
… "Possessive's for my benefit. Protective's for yours.

Push-ups in his underwear the next morning. Practically right outside of my divider, so I had to lunge over him to head to the bathroom. Later that night, I came home to find him shirtless in those low-slung sweats, going between studying and knocking out pull-ups on the bar he'd screwed into the wall.

I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.

You're stubborn, aren't you? The fire gone from his eyes, his mouth pulled up into my favorite smile - that mischievous, I-don't-have-a-clue-how-hot-I-am-when-I-smile-like-this-which-makes-it-that-much-hotter smile.

Don't make me walk back without being beside you, holding your hand." He lowered one arm from my waist to draw my hand to his lips. "I've lived for two hundred years with only the
imagination of what it would be like to touch this," - he moved my hand over his mouth, kissing each knuckle - "to hold this ... "
When my breath became weak, he lowered it from his lips, but kept it firmly in his hand. "Please allow me to escort you back to the house?

I don't know. I never heard anything about her again after I landed her man," she said, peering back at me. "She was drowned in my wake. You better hope you can swim if you go up against me."
This bitch was lucky I was letting her leave in one piece. "Like a damn fish.

That's enough!" Holly scrambled out of her seat, too. "My three-year-old behaves better than all of you." She looked down at LJ, who was trying to stuff a fry up his nostril. "And that's not saying a whole lot.

I promise I won't do 'things' to you," I told her, giving my inner sexual deviant a chance to speak up. He didn't, and I felt my whole body relax. There were plenty of women in the world. Plenty of them willing to share their body with me for a night. This woman could not be one of them.
"Like you even could do 'things' to me," she huffed, gracing me with a look that led me to believe she thought me quite the Quasimodo.
"Believe me." I waited for her eyes to meet mine again. When they did, the green in them actually looked molten. I didn't blink as I stretched closer. "If I wanted to – if I put my mind to it, my body into action – I could do all kinds of things to you.

Jude had promised me that the money and the fame wouldn't change him, and he'd been right. He still swaggered around in his Cons and Levi's and drank cheap beer, but, most important, he still looked at me like I was his whole world.

Making her smile, that was my new life calling because really, what else mattered?

You're checking me out, aren't you?" He grins, and I swear he intentionally makes his stomach muscles tighten beneath the skin.
"I am not checking you out. I'm just examining. Making sure you don't have any jellyfish or sharks hanging off of you."
His smile spreads. "Whatever. You're totally checking me out, but that's okay because I'm totally checking you out.

In the depths of hell roasting on a spit if it meant getting to be close to you.

You can survive alone, or you can *live* together. I know which option William would chose - has chosen," he said, shaking me as if he wished he could shake some sense into me. "You have to make your choice.

The time between two seconds was immeasurable, and though I knew our moment would come to an end, it would be a limitless one. We were two halves of one being who had at last found each other and come together in this union.

I'd found boys were fairly simple creatures to figure out, at least on a primal level - on a mind, heart, and soul matter they were about as confounding to me as thermal dynamics - and since primal was just a nice term for raging hormones, I decided to use their overabundance of teenage boy ones to my advantage.

Lucy, you're a passionate, emotional person. Jude isn't so much different. What do you expect to be the result when you two come together? You two don't multiply the peaks and the valleys together; you exponentially affect them.

Luke Archer kissed like he played baseball - intently, skillfully, and like he'd spent his whole life practicing for this one moment in time.

You'd think that, for a writer, you'd retire the same old phrase after the second use.

The muscles in his neck clenched and unclenched. So you've finally decided to take my advice and keep the hell away from me?

The sky wasn't the limit - the only limits were the ones we imposed upon ourselves.

Grant and I were meant to be together … Trying to deny that was like trying to deny a person's thirst for water. It was in my very makeup - he was in my very makeup. I'd love Grant until my last breath, and I knew he'd love me until his last.

He had a temper, not a good thing. Because I had one too.

We don't deserve anything, Rowen. We don't deserve punishment, we don't deserve happiness, life owes us nothing. realize that." His voice wasn't gentle anymore; it was as strong as I'd ever heard it. "So we have to take what we want because life sure as shit isn't going to freely hand it over.

That might be because you drew your own conclusions before asking questions.

Damn, Josie. Are you trying to kill me?"
She glanced back my way. "Not particularly right now. Why?"
I didn't even try to stop staring. It would have been a wasted effort. "Because that dress is enough to give a man a heart attack if you come any closer, or break a man's heart if you walk away."
"Now lines like that help me understand why you've got a reputation for being such a ladies man."
"That wasn't even my best one."
( ... )
That kind of dress could bring a man to his knee to propose, even if that had been the furthest thing from his mind when he woke up that morning. Hell, it was bringing me close to a proposal, and I was dead set against anything marriage related.

I wasn't sure what was required for home schooling, but I'd take ten hours a day, seven days a week, with no bathroom or lunch breaks if it meant never returning to this cesspool of suck again.

Don't let a dying branch take you down with it.

What are you holding out for? A girl who loves you for you?" I fired back, wiping the shock from my face.
"God, no. Nothing as far-fetched as that." His head shook. "I'm waiting for a girl who wants me for my body. You know, something deep and genuine like that.

And maybe I might be thinking about how insanely hot the view of my name on my girl's back would be while I'm fucking her from behind.

Hey, Blue Bird." His voice was lower, his words raspier than before. "Sorry it took me so long to make it back.

We saw what happened the last time you made a solemn vow."
"That wasn't my fault. You beguiled me. You stripped me of my strength. You cast a spell on me that whisked away my willpower so you could have your way with me.

Trust is rarer than Love.

Why was it the meaner the girl, the more she sparkled?

Don't worry about me babe. I've seen so many backs walking away from me that this is old hat," he said, shrugging like this wasn't killing him like it was me. "Say it," he said, his voice shaking.

It's not hard to recognise something special when life's thrown a lotta shit your way

I kind of hate you, you know that?"
His eyes challenged that. "I'm asking you to marry me, not like me. Hate me all you want.