Neva Altaj > Quotes

“I’m not jealous.” I take a sip of coffee. “I just have an uncontrollable urge to kill any man who even looks at my wife.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“Roman?”
“Yes?”
“I have a confession to make.”
I kiss her shoulder. “Something bad?”
“Yeah. It’s . . . well, it’s a kind of a problem. A big one.”
“Spill it, Nina.” She’s silent for a few moments, and then makes my world tilt on its axis with six short words. “I’m in love with you, Roman.”
I close my eyes for a second and squeeze her tightly. It’s like everything around me stopped. “Then we share the same problem, malysh.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“I want you to smile at me every day,” I say next to her ear and slam into her again. “Every.” Slam. “Fucking.” Slam. “Day.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“No one will be teaching you Russian, but me. Got that?” “Got it, kotik.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “You do not call a Russian pakhan ‘kitten’, Nina. I have an image to uphold here.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“I’m afraid someone may try to take you from me, and I have this compulsion to kill them all before they have a chance to give it a try.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“Tell me, Nina, if there wasn’t this deal between us, would you have come when I nodded?” he asks. “Nope.”
I don’t expect him to ask me to elaborate, but he does, and his question surprises me. “Why not? Is it because of the wheelchair?”
He says it conversationally, but there is a hidden undertone I can’t quite define. I abandon watching the crowd and look him right in the eyes. “It’s because I’m not a poodle, Mr. Petrov.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“She took my black heart with her the day she left, and if she says no, she can keep it. I’m ruined for anyone else anyway.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.”
― Neva Altaj, Hidden Truths

“The way you look at my Bianca. Like you would lay your body over a field of burning coals, so she could cross it without burning her feet.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“I swear, this woman must have been a crow in her past life to be so captivated by shiny things. It’s impossible not to be allured by her.”
― Neva Altaj, Silent Lies

“The silent types are always the most dangerous.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“Why”—he buries his fingers in my hair, pulling my head lower until my mouth almost touches his lips—“did I buy the bracelet, Milene?” “Because I liked it?” I whisper against his lips. “Because you liked it,” he says as he presses his mouth to mine.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“The first thing my husband says when he opens the door after I just saved his life? “You smashed my taillights.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“You are mine now and I am not letting you go. Ever.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“Igor speaks only Russian. How can he teach her anything?” “I have no idea. He tells her what to do, and when she does it wrong, he yells.” My head snaps to the side to look at Varya. “He yelled at my wife?” “She yelled at him more.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“Don’t you dare try taking a bullet meant for me ever again,”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“I want to feel her skin when I touch her,” I answer. “And I can’t do that if I’m wearing a glove.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“I’m not spending a night without her in my bed. Not a single night. I lower her onto the bed, then lie down behind her and wrap my arms around her sleeping form. She might be a sneaky, scheming little spy, but she’s my spy.”
― Neva Altaj, Silent Lies

“No one. Threatens. Your. Safety,” he bites out. “Got that, Angelina?” I blink, then nod. “Good,” he says, squeezes my neck, and slams his mouth to mine.”
― Neva Altaj, Hidden Truths

“The man has one eye, so what? It’s not like he’s missing half his brain,”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“How old are you?” “Thirty-four. Having a wife and kids was never something I planned.” “And do you have a set plan for everything?” “For most things, yes.” He looks into my eyes. “Would you like to apply for the wife position?”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“You are one exceptionally rude person.” “What I am, is uninterested.” “Uninterested.” I nod. He’s absolutely nuts. “About the people who work for you, or people in general?” “In general. With one exception,” he says and levels me with that unnerving gaze of his. “You.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“He was getting on my nerves. I was afraid I might kill him by accident”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“I still find it unexpected, the way she touches my ruined face, with so much affection.”
― Neva Altaj, Broken Whispers

“You shooed away a whole restaurant full of people?” “You said you wouldn’t be comfortable with them staring at you.” He pulls my hand closer . “Now they won’t.” My heartbeat skyrockets. That’s the most fucking romantic thing a man has ever done for me.”
― Neva Altaj, Stolen Touches

“Decided to finally get out of your cave, I see.” I cock an eyebrow. “You should get dressed. We’re going down for dinner in thirty minutes.” “Slutty, serious, or something in the middle?” “Middle will work.” “Damn, I wish you picked slutty.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“People say that loving someone is the most amazing feeling ever. It’s not. It is absolutely the worst. The more you love them, the more it’ll hurt when they’re gone.”
― Neva Altaj, Silent Lies

“Put your hands on my wife,” I tell the idiot, “and you’re losing them.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“I move to the corner, and Roman lies down on the sofa, places his head in my lap, and closes his eyes. “Does your leg hurt?” “Yes,” he says, but there is a slight delay in his reply. “Are you lying?” “Nope.” He shakes his head. His eyes are still closed, but the corners of his mouth lift a bit. “Oh yes, you are lying.” I bend down slightly. “You just want me to pet you.” He opens his eyes and reaches up to tuck one of the strands that’s escaped my ponytail behind my ear. “Yes,” he says and closes his eyes again.”
― Neva Altaj, Painted Scars

“You love sparkly things, just like I do.” “So, why give them to me?” “Because the most sparkling one is already in my possession, and her glow can’t compare to any rock.”
― Neva Altaj, Silent Lies