Sarah Brianne Quotes

Made Men

I see four made men standing, I shall not tell.
The Boss.
The Terrifying.
The Scary.
The Paranoid.

I see three made men standing, I shall not tell.
The Boss.
The Terrifying.
The Scary.

I shall not ever tell.

Amo and Lucca were two different people battling for one broken girl. Amo changed around Chloe, becoming a better man. Lucca, however wasn't going to change, showing her exactly the man he was.

Nero noticed his friends gawking. "Hey, fuckers, move your eyes to someone else."
　　"Damn, Nero, you were right. Elle is just so heartbroken." Amo couldn't hold in his laughter.
　　Nero leaned up from the car and ran his hands through his hair. He turned back to them and saw Vincent closing his eyes, whispering something.
　　"What the hell are you doing?"
　　Vincent whispered something else before he opened his eyes. "I was just thanking God for leggings.

We always want something more or better. We want it so fucking badly till it kills us along with the ones we love. That's why almost all of us are alone. When we love, we either bury them or destroy who we once were when they finally leave us.

Elle hugged Amo's side, then she leaned up as high as she could and kissed him on the cheek, barely making it. "Thanks."
　　Elle ran off into the classroom to go be with her best friend. She couldn't be happier
　　Nero couldn't be more pissed. He didn't understand how Amo could get a fucking thank you without asking. How he could get a kiss without asking. How come she never throws herself at me for a hug? I want a fucking hug.

When it was time to head to class, Vincent came back over to walk them. One look at Vincent's face and she let him; bringing Hannibal Lecter out wasn't on her to-do list for the day.

You think I don't fucking know that? Most of me doesn't want to be able to find her, but the crazy in me can't stop. I have to find her. There is nothing good in me anymore without her.

Family cannot be determined by blood. Family is determined by actions. Family is about trust. Family is about acceptance. Family is about love. True family is earned, not born.

The things I want from you, darlin', will give you nightmares, ones like you've never had before. A nightmare that will have you begging me not to wake you up."

--Lucca

Please don't stop", she whispers in defeat. He moved his head to whisper in her ear, " I wasn't going to

He will always find me. He will always save me. He's my family now. I am his. Forever

Hey, babe, can I sit here?" Elle turned her head and saw Nero standing there, holding a tray.
　　Did he just really ask that, and did he just really call me 'babe'?
　　"Are you serious? Sit here?" Elle pointed to the chair beside her.
　　"Yes, I was talking directly to you, wasn't I?" Nero was definitely a smartass.
　　"No, you clearly weren't because my name isn't 'babe'. I bet you don't even know my name. So, no, you cannot sit here, Nero.

At the beginning of the semester, when you asked who I loved the most, an image of my mother popped in my head. When you asked me who I loved the most for the second time, it wasn't an image of my mother. Instead, it was replaced by an image of a strawberry blonde with big, blue eyes.
It took me a long time to figure out the exact moment I fell in love with her, partly because I denied that I did until it was too late.
I fucked up so badly and did so many things wrong, to the point of no return, so I let her go. The selfless part inside of me wants to say I did the right thing, and the selfish part of me thinks I made the biggest mistake of my life. I guess the selfless side won out because, every time I look at her and see what I did, I realize I don't deserve her.
I was never supposed to fall in love with her, but that was the best mistake of my life. I will always love her; I have ever since I purposely bumped into her in the hallway.

By the way, don't think I forgot you tried to lie to me again."
"So, how long is it gonna take for you to turn into a wolf, so I can run the hell away from you?

Maria gave her a scrutinizing look. "Do you wear any other color besides black?"
Looking down at her black leggings and oversized dark gray sweater, she gave
her own scrutinizing look. "This is dark gray."
Maria rolled her eyes. "That is one shade away from black, and you know it."
"No, it's not." It's more like a shade and a half.

Nero, we need to talk. Chloe will not get off my ass. I told her," Amo looked right at Chloe in the eyes, "to walk beside me, but she refuses to even say a word to me."
　　"T-that's how I walk!" Chloe blurted.
　　Elle started laughing; it was too hard not to.
　　"Oh, now you can talk because Elle's around." Elle only laughed harder.
"I blame you!" He pointed at Elle.

When they started rolling up their sleeves like Vincent had with smiles on their faces, she came to the understanding that one was scary and gorgeous, while the other was big and frightening.

It took me one look to fall in love with her. One look to want to know everything and anything about her. One look to feel protective of her, like my life depended on it. One look to want to kill whoever gave her those scars.

If the lines are even, then we pick the line that has the least scary people in it."
"Jesus Christ." Elle heard Nero say.
"For fuck's sake," Amo chimed in.
"Motherfuckers," Vincent added.

"What is the matter with you?"
　　Nero kept his voice calm and low so no one could hear their conversation. "I don't like you pouring coffee and serving food to all these fucking men. The only coffee I want you pouring is mine.

Before I forget, where do you keep your chili recipe?

Which one do you think is tighter: my hand or your tight pussy?

The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow Everyone suffers from one bad day. Others suffer for months on end. Just know that the sun will rise tomorrow, And then the wind can blow in your hair again. Giving up is easy, But living life is well worth the reward. So wake up tomorrow. It's another day closer, another step forward to feel the wind. It's worth waking up tomorrow to see your suffering end. -Sarah Brianne

Nero lowered his head to speak in her ear, keeping his hands on her arms to lock her in place. "My problem is simple, Elle. I have a problem with you having no trouble saying thank you to someone else. I have a problem with you wrapping your arms around someone else. And I have a big fucking problem with you not minding kissing someone else. Not one fucking time have you done any of those things to me without my asking, or just doing it because you want to, not because I want you to.