Victoria Scott Quotes

Dante, this
is Annabelle."
No. No way. That name is
reserved for females with grace
and elegance, not this girl. This girl
is ... beastly. "Annabelle," I say.
"It suits you.

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An enormous smile covers her face, and she throws her little kid arms around my neck. The sensation strikes something inside of me. Something I haven't felt in a very long time. Like a warm fuzzy or some shit.

My eyes widen at
the sight of her. This is the girl
Boss Man is after? She looks like a
porcelain doll ... beat three times
with an ugly stick.

At the end of the walkway is a cat. It struts with arrogance. You'd think it just won the Nobel Prize. But it didn't. Know why? Because it's a freakin' cat. In case you mossed the memo, I. Hate. Cats. I loathe them. They're built with creepy little teeth and finger blades. I don't know about you, but I'll pass on that freak show.

Genius, that one," Harper mutters. Cotton glares at her. "Don't worry, bro," Jaxon tells Cotton. "She's spicy. That's why we make a great couple. I like my women with a little ... " He shivers to emphasize his point.

I'll never understand the friendships Charlie has. Friendships where it doesn't take cash or hookups, or saying the right things to stay in the circle. No, Charlie's friendships are different. She tries to protect her people, and they in turn protect her. They accept each other's imperfections and support one another. My friends weren't like her friends, which makes me wonder if I ever had any at all.

If you could have anything, Dante, anything at all, what would it be? She slurs.
Her. I want Charlie.

I spin around and see Max running toward me in a gray Armani shirt. "Dante. Oh, Dante. Seal me! Seal me so hard!" He grabs my hips and pumps his toward mine. "Oh, Dante! You're so hot when you seal souls!"
I shove my idiot-of-a-best-friend off me and laugh.

Her wavy hair falls to mid-waist, and I think how she looks better this way. From the back.

Can you take me back into town?" I say. "I can't get my voicemails."
"Why don't you calm down, D-Dub. I know you're menstruating, but everything's going to be fine. Once we get inside, I'll explain all about maxi pads, personal hygiene and the feel of a man's penis.

Like an eagle, dude. Like a freaking bald-assed eagle.

Don't leave FDR-1 behind, I think to my fox.
Madox cocks his head like, Seriously, the damn iguana?

The circle of life isn't a circle at all. It's a straight line with hunters on one end, and prey on the other. With my father's rifle in my hands, there's no question where i fall.

Look, cat, you and I are never going to be friends. She's going to
call you Max, but I'm going to call you Shit Head. And if you think for
one second - " The cat lies down in a tight little ball of nastiness and
falls asleep. "Oh, please. Make yourself at home by sleeping on my
scrotum." I peek out into the sitting room area that connects to the
four bedrooms, and then glance back at the kitten. Releasing a sigh of
discontent, I pet Shit Head with one finger. He purrs extra hard, and
I find myself wondering if I could train him to do things. Every hero
needs a sidekick, and I'm nothing if not a Grade-A Hero.
- Dante Walker

Mr. Awkward rolls up between us, lights a cigarette, makes himself comfortable. It's the same bastard who shows up after you've bumped uglies with a stranger.

That dress you're wearing ... " Kraven says to Annabelle. Her eyes rise, meeting his stare. "It's quite expensive."
Annabelle makes a face. "Don't worry, I'll give it back. You're the one who wanted to have this ridiculous dinner.

And i decide, no matter how people live their lives, they leave holes. Because once a person is gone, all that's left is the wondering. Wondering what might have happened if they'd stayed. If things were good, how much more good could they have been? And if things were bad, could they have gotten better? Now Pilot will never know the answer to that. And neither will i.

I wonder what it would feel like to laugh like that, with complete abandon.

But sometimes that can make a girl so much more appealing. The beauty who doesn't know she's beautiful.

This morning, I'm relishing the perks of working for the Underworld. I press my foot down on the accelerator, and the deep rumble of my candy apple-red Escalade growls. My new baby girl has black leather, Bose surround sound, and twenty-two inch rimes. Match.com couldn't have created a happier couple.

Something is definitely up.
That or my family is auditioning for a remake of The Shining.

Oh, no. No.
He's going back to her apartment in the middle of the day.
He's going to try and ... and ...
My stomach heaves. Hello, darkness, my old friend.

Annabelle laughs. "Oh, so you think you're hot, do you?"
"Girl, I got swag for days.

I decided on classing it up for the party ... If Charlie doesn't dig my get up, I'll expose her for what she is: asexual.

Staring at her, his reasons are lost to me.

In front of us, Annabelle and Aspen argue over whether black-and-white movies are amazing or archaic. Blue walks a few feet behind like he's waiting for the pair to transition from verbal zingers to hair pulling. He wants a front-row seat for that show, and I don't blame him.

I will protect this girls with everything I have, because if something happens to her, I will lose myself. I will cease to exist.
And I will take everyone with me.

Wait? Is she trying to intimidate me? Because if she is ... it just might work. Bitch be scary.

His pinched expression looks like he just smelled his own asshole.

Someone should have warned me about love's dark underbelly, about the rejection and despair.

I can smell the ocean in the distance. The salt wraps around my body, making my skin feel tight, and already I want to shower. I can do big cities, and small cities, and the even the occasional mountaintop is cool. But oceans are ridiculous. They take up way too much space in this overcrowded world and are filled with creatures that have several sets of teeth, like one row of man-eating teeth isn't enough. And just to add insult to injury, all that water isn't even drinkable. If you ask me, the ocean is kind of a prick.

Things only get darker from here, doll. Might want to hold my hand for this.

Oh Jesus. I'm already talking to myself. Or thinking to myself as if there are two of me. Is that the same thing? I'm not sure. But I do know I've been alone for two minutes and I'm already losing my shit.

I love you, Charlie," I say. "I fucking love you so much.

Speak up, Charlie," I say. "If you have something to say, then say it out loud.

But I'm hungry. I bypass the line and smile to myself when the peeps behind me mumble complaints. Telling their families and friends about "this dick in the snack line" will be the highlight of their day.

I'll love you forever," I hear her whisper.
And even though I've said it a hundred times. A thousand. I say it again.
"I love you, angel. Forever.

I point a finger at her. "Thanks, babe."
"I am not your babe."
"Whatev.

Dante.Oh,Dante.Seal me!Seal me so hard!".He grabs my hips and
pumps his toward mine."Oh,Dante! You're so hot when you seal souls."
I shove my idiot-of-a-best-friend off me and laugh."What the hell was that?" I ask.
"My new move.

As Charlie is leaving the house, she somehow trips on the threshold and nearly face-plants onto the ground. I roll my eyes. How is it possible out of all the people in this world, this is the soul I've come to collect?

I'm so in love with you."
"'Course you are … I'm freaking outstanding.

When you're dealt a crappy situation, you think to yourself, At least it can't get any worse than this. And then life

Because I see you. Even though you try so hard to hide, I see you, anyway.

I glance in the mirror. Surprise,
surprise - I look finger-lickin'
delicious.

I wake up feeling like I spent the last three days in a massage parlor. My muscles are relaxed, and I feel refreshed, like I could climb Mount Everest or build an ark or cure the world of minivans.

But let me tell ya, spend every day living only for yourself, every day indulging in little sins that aren't that big of a deal, and one day I may be showing you the ropes in hell. Amen.

I pulled you from the snow, Tella. You couldn't even keep your eyes open.'
I roll my eyes to show him how well they work now.

D-Dub in the flesh.

Looking mighty fine, if I do say so myself: red v-neck, dark denim, designer combat boots, and enough testosterone rolling off me to satisfy Nicki Minaj. Pow!

No. No way. That name is reserved for females with grace and elegance, not this girl. This girl is ... beastly.

The cheetah. Ate. My finger." The girl looks at each of us."That's what you're telling me? That Jaxon's Pandora ate the pinkie from my right hand? My writing hand?"
"To be fair, he won it from M-4.

There's a security guard, like, ten feet away. I could have you kicked out of here."
"For what? Being awesome?

Well, if you didn't like that, this is going to feel like a swift kick to the nuts.

It doesn't say a damn thing. My pride deflates like a limp penis.

I nod and smile and smile and nod, and when she turns away, I form a gun with my hand, place it to my temple, and pull the trigger. This girl is starved for attention. It's amazing to me when people are totally unaware of how bad they are at socializing.

Annabelle coughs and glares at Blue. "What did you do? Did I just swallow something?"
Blue pulls her into a hug. "You're my best friend in the whole world."
"Get off me, leech," she says, smiling.

And the band - oh, sweet mercy - the band. They're like a cross between mini Justin Biebers and the Jonas Brothers, and the Halloween covers they're playing make my ears bleed.

When I near Charlie's house, I notice she's standing in the doorway with a spatula in her hand. Despite being on edge, I can't stop myself from grinning. I feel like such a chick around her sometimes, like I'm seconds away from buying a tiara and starting my period.

You nasty, you nasty. You
mama said you nasty!

I turn around and see Taylor heading toward us. Over her shoulder I spot a guy's legs flailing in the air. Keg stand. Jealous.

I get out of the car and move to stand in front of them. Over their slobbing bodies, I say, "Seriously?" I scratch my head. "I mean, seriously?

How can you guys do this?" Cotton paces back and forth. "How can you act like everything is okay when these people are doing everything they can to break us? Haven't you noticed things have gotten worse since the ocean race started? Every single day, worse! Sometimes I don't even know if they want us to survive at all."

Braun stands up, walks over to Cotton, and puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay," he says. "I understand. You're from Minnesota. I'd be angry, too, if my team hadn't gone to the Super Bowl since the seventies."

Cotton jerks back but smiles despite himself. "I'm from Pittsburgh, dick."

"Jesus H. Christ," Guy pipes in. "The Steelers are the worst."

"You want to say that to my face?" Cotton says.

Guy cracks his knuckles absently. "Think I just did.

She raises her hands and places them on either side of my face. My skin burns beneath her touch. 'I think you're beautiful.'
I smile, thinking she's done. But she releases my face and places her palms on my chest, directly over my heart.
'You're beautiful right here,' she says.
I close my eyes, and the breath rushes from my lungs.
'I see the good in you, Dante,' Charlie continues, her words rolling together off her tongue. 'Even if you don't, I do. You have a good heart. You know how I know?'
I open my eyes. She's looking at me like nothing else in the world exists. Like the entire planet and all of mankind just vanished. She slowly wraps my hands inside her own as best she can and places them on her chest. 'Because I feel it here.' She taps our hands against her chest. 'I know you're good, Dante. Because I feel it inside of me.

We've survived raging rivers, men with spears, dehydration, the Triggers, oceanic storms, jellyfish stings, Pandora Wars, hypothermia, avalanches. We've come out the other side alive and bitter.
We want the Cure.
And we want revenge.

If my hair gets any frizzier, I'll shave it to the scalp. Or light it on fire. Whichever is easier.

Sometimes it's not what we do of our own accord, but what we do despite it going against our nature. That's how you love.

Tough fox reputation be damned

Though the kitchen's decor stinks, the smell of something wonderful pulls me away from Charlie's chattering. Bacon. Right there cooking on the stove. Yeah, I know. I'm dead. But I can still eat like a sumo wrestler. And if that deliciousness isn't on a plate in front of me within two minutes, I'm eating it straight from the pan.

She's a strong woman, and that's more important than wearing a pretty smile for the world's sake.

Max is going through my overnight bag when I get back to Wink Hotel. My favorite part about this is that he doesn't stop when I walk in the room.
"Hey," he says. He pulls out my black Hugo Boss dress hirt, then holds it up to his nose and sniffs loudly.
"Dude. Stop." I pull the shirt from his hands and toss it on the bed.
"I just love your scent," he says in a chick voice.
"You and everyone else, my friend.

But there's often more truth found when we sleep than when we wake. Dad used to always say that.

A seal the size of Canada attaches to her soul light.

They grind their hips toward each other, and I wonder why the slightest bit of booze turns chicks into lesbos.

The coffee tastes like a donkey's ass