Becca Fitzpatrick Silence Quotes

Because those four days in the mountains, they changed us. I gave you a piece of me. And you must have given me a piece of yourself, too, because you wouldn't have come here otherwise. You would have let go. I can't let go of you, Britt. And I don't want you to let go of me. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

If I had known things would turn out this way, I would have trained harder. I would have learned to take care of myself. But I guess that's the point, isn't it? You never know what you're going to have to face, so you'd better be prepared. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Patch is the last person you want to antagonize. He doesn't hold grudges because the people who cross him tend to disappear quickly. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Tacos."
"Tacos?" I echoed.
This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese."
"I know what a taco is! ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Nora: What are you planning?
Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

God spared not the angels that sinned,
But cast them down to hell,
And delivered then into chains of darkness
To be preserved unto judgment.. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Scared?, Angel.'
-Patch Cipriano. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

For the first time all day I felt safe.
Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Who wants to kill you?" the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled.
"There's nobody there," the girlfriend told me.
"You're making them think they can't see you, aren't you?" I said to Patch, awed by his power even as I despised his use of it. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

We still have a lot to talk about," I said. "Talk?" He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. Kiss, he whispered to my thoughts. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

That was a good fight back in the gym," he said.
"But I think you could benefit from a few more boxing
lessons. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

His thumbs moved across my cheekbones in a slow, intimate caress. Despite the cold, a steady burn coiled up inside me, vulnerable to his touch. His fingers traced lower, lower, leaving behind a hot, delicious ache. I closed my eyes, my joints melting. He lit me up like a flame, light and heat burning at a depth I'd never fathomed.
His thumb stroked my lip, a soft, seductive tease. I gave a sharp sigh of pleasure.
Kiss you now? he asked.
I couldn't speak; a wilted noe was my reply.
His mouth, hot and daring, met mine. All play had left him, and he kissed me with his own black fire, deep and possessive, consuming my body, my soul, and laying waste to all past notions of what it meant to be kissed."
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

I study her," Patch said. "I figure out what she's thinking and feeling. She's not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?" Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. "She's game," said Patch, bumping my leg again.
Of all things, I blushed. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

There was nothing wrong with fire ... as long as you didn't stand too close. Something to keep in mind. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Strangely enough, it wasn't Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Human reproduction can be a sticky
subject - "
"Ewww!" groaned a chorus of students ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Your name?" I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered.
"Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Kissing booth? - Stella
Keeping tabs on me? - Chet
Hard not to. when they wrote your name on the roster, girls within a ten mile radius swooned and fainted flat on their backs. -Stella
But not you? - Chet
I don't kiss friends - Stella ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

He regarded us with dark, evaluating eyes. "This can't be good."
"I'll go first," Dabria began, sucking in a rattling breath.
"Not even close," I shot back. I faced Patch directly, cutting Dabria out of the conversation. "She kissed you! And Dante, who's been tailing you, by the way, caught it on camera. Imagine my surprise when that's what I got an eyeful of earlier tonight. Did you even think to tell me?"
"I told her I kissed you, and that you pushed me away," Dabria protested shrilly.
"What are you still doing here?" I exploded at Dabria. "This is between me and Patch. Leave already!"
"What are you doing here?" Patch echoed to Dabria, his tone sharpening.
"I - broke in," she sputtered. "I was scared. I couldn't sleep. I can't stop thinking about Hanoth and the other Nephilim."
"You have got to be kidding me," I said. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Scott gave my knee an affectionate squeeze. "You'll never hear me admit this again, so listen up. You look good, Grey. On a scale from one to ten, you're definitely in the top half."

"Gee, thanks."

"You're not the kind of girl I would have chased after when I was in Portland, but I'm not the same guy I was back then either. You're a little too good for me, and let's face it, a little too smart."

"You've got street smarts," I pointed out.

"Stop interrupting. You're going to make me lose my place."

"You've got this speech memorized?"

A smirk. "I've got a lot of time on my hands. As I was saying--hell. I forgot where I was."

"You were telling me I can rest assured that I'm better-looking than half the girls at my school."

"That was a figure of speech. If you want to get technical, you're better-looking than ninety percent. Give or take."

I laid a hand over my heart. "I'm speechless."

Scott got down on his knee and clasped my hand dramatically. "Yes, Nora. Yes, I'll go to the homecoming dance with you. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

People cahnge, but the past doen't. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

The guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot." She paused. "Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Patch grinned down at me. "I'm hard to resist. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Holy freak show! ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

The truth is, normal might take years. Normal might never happen. But it's definitely not going to happen if I lounge around here watching soaps and avoiding life. I'm going to school today, end of story. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Send the witch my love. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

The streets were empty and shiny black with fresh rain. I listened to the water rush under the tires and tried to not lose it completely. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

I almost short her once or twice, but the excitement ends there. ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

I gave a relenting sigh. "Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's." Pj's that consisted of nothing but a tank top and boy shorts
an image I didn't want to sear into Scott's mind.
Scott smiled. "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter." Ugh. The dimple in his cheek deepened. And it was not in any way cute ... ~ Becca Fitzpatrick

How could I be hurting so badly when the connection between us was imaginary? ~ Becca Fitzpatrick