E. Rebiuh > Quotes

“His actions. It makes sense… everything he did was for me. It’s a slow unraveling—the kind that catches you off guard, then wraps around you like a warm, melting candy.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Do you want me, bat boy?"
She must be teasing. I am hard for her. Because of her.
"I want you, nightshade. In all forms and positions.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I am in love with him. This little bat wrapped his wings around my heart the moment I held my knife on his cock.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“What happened with your neck?" Colette’s voice is louder than the machines buzz. Her navy eyes elevate to mine as she takes a moment from her tattooing. Cleaning the blend of blood and ink from my skin with a white paper towel."Women…”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I would kill everyone and everything for you.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Nice dress, nightshade." A finger brushes my spine, delicately rising up my vertebrae."Would you like to dance with me?" I ask the ghost and take his hand leaving the vampire behind.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“You have another rose at the door.""And another note… but this time I was naked in the shower while he watched…""Damn… It’s bad, Neo…"I fill my pumpkin-shaped mug with hot coffee. "Do I have to kill him?"Zilla laughs. "Oh Coven help me… You won’t feel sorry after he is dead-dead.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Neo lowers herself, her hands resting on my thighs. "Snakes?"I crave to kiss her, an electrifying spark igniting my soul. I want to pull her onto my lap, never letting her slip away. Together, I envision our bones intertwining. Rooting deep into the earth.​Neo rotates her wrist and a snake appears coiled around her palm and fingers. Hot. How did she do that?”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Fuck you and your sick games! Why are you here?"
"Where would you like me to be?" He lifts the corner of his mouth before showing off his white teeth. His sharp fangs.
"Inside a coffin.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Nox is leaning against a tree trunk, a cigarette in his mouth. He makes use of wipes to clean his hands. I walk to him and seize his wrist, raising it to my nose. A blend of gasoline and mint.
"What did you do?"
"Played with fire.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Teeth marks. The imprint left by my bite inked into his skin. My heart stutters for a second as I take it in—the lines, the ink, the permanence of it. He marked his skin with something tied to me… my bite on him. What?”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I want to climb on this table, sit on his lap, and strangle him with a cord made from the fluttering creatures that batter my insides.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I fucking poisoned every single being that bought my fucking candy for Halloween.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I’ll be her toy while she’s my prey. Her game with my rules.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I need to do some tests and spells on you… to see what works... and what not."
"For?"
"My own pleasure." I scoot closer to him. My hand tugs down his shirt, uncovering his collarbone and my lips inked in bloody red below it.
"Did you tattoo my lips on your cock as well?"
"I have an appointment tomorrow." He burrows his face into my neck.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Not THAT poisonous for vampires. Believed to only paralyze them. Adding extra hawthorn, or vervain could kill.  Inserting witch laugh.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“My blood. You’re a vampire… I’m a witch… you guys always want us. And you stalk me, always."
"True. But you like that.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Chocolate grazed cocks."I raise my eyes to Zilla laughing at me. Her hair, like burning embers, is cascading over her shoulders. Still draped in her midnight purple robe, she tops off my pumpkin-shaped mug with more coffee. "Happy to see cocks attracted your attention…”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“If you don’t fuck me right now, pretty boy, I am going to kill you." She grips my jaw and tilts my head so she can meet my gaze. I hoist myself onto the bed, positioned over her.
"Do you want me, nightshade?"
"I want you," Her legs entwine around my body, anchoring me firmly to her.
"Right now.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Her red lipstick leaving an imprint on the skin. Marking the place for the future tattoo. I lift her chin so I can get a good look at her face.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I’m going to kill you if you bite me."
"What if I do this instead?" My hand crawls under her skirt. Fingers touching the wet lace between her thighs. She moans. She is wearing lace. I fucking love lace on her. "What color are you wearing for me tonight?”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“​I rotate to meet him, my knife prepared against his lips. "I am going to torture, kill you, burn your body and have a drink, naked on your coffin after I am done."He positions a cigarette between his lips. "Sounds like a date." He lights it and draws in the chemicals. "Are you asking me on a date, nightshade?”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“We cut together, you take the blood, with your tongue." He captures my hand, placing the blade gently between my fingers. With deft precision, he grips both my hand s and the shimmering steel and cuts into his neck. The skin breaks, exposing the underlying tissues. Almost instantly, blood starts seeping from the injury site, escaping, gradually forming a glossy sheen over the cut. He spins me swiftly, my breasts colliding with his chest. Drawing me near, he envelops me in his embrace. I study the wound, a silent storm brewing in me. Instinctively, my lips find his neck, pressing softly against the fragile skin. My tongue flicks out, gathering his blood like children gathering the Halloween candy from each house. His taste is metallic, slightly salty, and somewhat bitter. I pull my lips from his neck, and he catches my chin, bringing his mouth to mine.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“I can stand up for myself against idiots, just fine." She brings the sharp tip to my tattoo and scratches every single letter inked on my skin.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Like the good girl that you are, you have other plans, don’t you?""I am a good girl, I am finishing what I started." I caress his neck tattoo with my lips. A soft, sweeping lick, and my fingers eagerly explore beneath his shirt. Every single muscle."Mmm." It’s the only thing he can say before I put my mouth on his again.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“Where light dwells, all darkness flees. Spirit move away from me. This home is mine, I will not fear, your presence is not welcome here.”
― Eva Rebiuh, Bewitched

“On the borders of his world. That is where I find peace. In his embrace, I discovered a fortress of safety. No love is perfect, nor should it be. His darkness should defend me from my blinding light. While my brilliance shrouds his night. Love is a ghost, drifting where others can't glimpse its glow. It's truly a perilous predicament for both souls involved. It might be the death of the one of them. It can sculpt, assemble, and conjure; or it can shatter, decay, and dismantle.”
― Eva Rebiuh, The Impaler's Legend

“Listen to me, bat boy…" The point of the blade is moving up and down on my bulge. "You are hot, and I really want to sit on your pretty face. But if you ever even think of having my blood, I am going to cut off your cock and use it as my dildo after I preserve it."
"Ah, how lucky I am since you can see ghosts. So… I’ll enjoy the view." I point to my cock. She rolls her eyes.
"I fucking hate you."
I am fucking obsessed with her.”
― Eva Rebiuh

“Love eluded me until now, hiding just beyond my reach. It can illuminate the art of shedding burdens we bear alone. Each stone we discard paves the way to lighter tomorrows. It shows how letting go can unshackle the soul, transforming weight into wisdom. The way two can achieve so much more. The way one craves to be touched and the other knows exactly when to act. It is funny how people are crafted. Always toting a glass that feels half empty, until that special someone arrives to fill it to the brim.
I didn't possess it within me until now. The gift to harbor love for someone.”
― Eva Rebiuh, The Impaler's Legend

“She is skilled at other tasks! I like to ride. Both horses and men!" Her wicked grin unravels my defenses like thread from a spool. My flesh drips away, slipping off my bones, melting into a puddle.
"I always imagined you as the queen of the church choir!"
"I like church. Yet, God designed women and men for a purpose."
"Impress me!"
"Thus, they can satisfy one another!"
"Now I'm convinced I was favored by the fairies for choosing me for you!”
― Eva Rebiuh, The Impaler's Legend