Annie Anderson > Quotes

“Yes, I am a bloodthirsty little thing. No, I don’t have any problem inflicting violence when I deem it necessary. Yes, ‘when I’m pissed’ falls under the necessary column.”
― Annie Anderson, Scattered Ashes

“Guilt is something I live with on a daily basis, but it gets worse on days like today. Today I get to play stalker to a woman I’ve been in love with for roughly one hundred and seventy years.
A woman I cannot have.
A woman who hates me with every single fiber of her being.
Go me.”
― Annie Anderson, Scattered Ashes

“Speaking of the plethora of men, what in the fuck are all these people doing here? When I said ready the safe house, I did not mean call every warrior and their brother to come guard us. I meant turn the lights and the hot tub on and get some booze. What the shit is going on?”
― Annie Anderson, Scattered Ashes

“Well, shit fire and save the fucking matches.”
― Annie Anderson, Curses and Chaos

“I grit my teeth to hold in the sob that wants to break free from my throat. I’m getting so fucking sick of how much the guilt of hurting him burns. I didn’t kill anyone. I didn’t ruin his life. He ruined mine.”
― Annie Anderson, Scattered Ashes

“You want me to carry that?” he asks, chivalrously reaching past me to lift my duffel out of the trunk. The bastard. I really wish he’d cooperate and be an asshole so I could hate him appropriately.”
― Annie Anderson, Scattered Ashes

“I don’t give a shit what your name is. I want to know what to call you. If you don’t pick a name, I’m going to start calling you Karen and be done with it.” She sounded like a Karen.”
― Annie Anderson, Priestess of Storms & Stone

“Remember me mentioning I was two nuts short of a full bag? Well, that’s a part of it. Not all of it, of course, but hey, you can’t live for one hundred and eighty years without some bumps in the road. And one of those bumps is the fact I wake up a sweaty, basket case pretty much every night.
Visions are a bitch, what can I say?”
― Annie Anderson, Scattered Ashes

“I took those horrible scars and turned them into something better. My tattoos made something ugly and twisted pretty again. Just like my soul, every prick of the needle healed my flesh, took what was dirty and made it new again. I am better than I was before. I am stronger.”
― Annie Anderson, Scattered Ashes

“You still want me?” she murmured, a seductive husk to her voice. Gods, this woman could do me in with a single question. My gaze drifted down to my very proud, very erect cock and back to her face. “I think you know I’ll always want you. But right now? I want you more than I want air.” Lust bloomed through our connection, nearly knocking me for a loop. “That’s good. You know, I almost touched myself in the shower without you,” she admitted, opening her towel and showing me her perfect skin. “Almost made myself come all over my fingers just thinking about you tied up out here.” She threw a leg over mine, straddling me, my cock mere inches from Heaven. But did Wren even graze my aching, leaking head? No. No, she did not. Instead, she held herself from me as she grazed her own skin, palming her breasts, plucking her already-tight nipples.    “Fuuuuccccckkkkk,” I groaned, shifting restlessly on the sheets, trying for just a brush of her sex against mine. The pleasure she was giving herself threaded through me—enough that I was ready to rip out of these cuffs and take her over my knee. Her hands traveled down her stomach, her fingers threading through her auburn curls. “Just like this,” she said. “But I thought you’d want to see me. And you want to, don’t you? Watch me fuck myself?” My mouth was as dry as the Sahara. “Yes,” I croaked. “I want to see everything.” She whimpered as she grazed her clit with her thumb, fucking that sweet pussy with her fingers, her delicious heat so far out of reach. “Let me taste you,” I ordered, the thread of command thick in my voice. Wren raised an eyebrow, not giving an inch. “Good boys say please, Nico. Everyone knows that.” “Please,” I whispered, needing her taste on my tongue. Needing it, craving it. If she was going to torture me this way, I wanted something, anything of hers. Wren’s smile widened as she crawled up my body, grazing her luscious tits up my belly and chest. I tried capturing a nipple in my mouth, but she kept it just out of reach. She straddled my chest, her wet, slick heat so close and so far—all at the same time. I wanted her to sit on my face, wanted to lap her up, and drink her down. Wanted her pleasure for my own. But instead of letting me taste her, she went back to work, milking herself of pleasure just out of reach. Her scent filled my nose so much I could almost savor her sweetness, and as her pleasure ramped up, it got thicker in the air. She let her hair down, the wet strands curling over her gorgeous tits as she writhed. She plucked at her nipples, making herself hiss in desire. “That’s it, beautiful,” I growled. “Make yourself come all over my chest. Fuck that gorgeous pussy.” My words must have done the trick because Wren went off like a bomb, her orgasm slamming into both of us, nearly taking me over with it. But she didn’t come to me, didn’t press her body against mine, and that’s when I decided I’d had about enough of this shit. A flick of my wrists later, and Wren was on her back in my bed, her eyes wide. I nearly hissed at her warm skin against mine, but I was too preoccupied with her surprise. It was fucking adorable. “Yo-you just broke out of… How did you… How strong are you?” Like a pair of steel cuffs were a match for any shifter, let alone an Alpha. “Sweetheart, I’m an Acosta Alpha, next in line to take my father’s place if he ever decides to step down. A shifter is strong. I am stronger. Now, you’ve had your fun. It’s my turn.” Her wide green-gold eyes flared as her mouth parted, and even though she’d just had an orgasm, Wren’s desire blazed through us. As reluctant as I was to move,”
― Annie Anderson, Magic and Mayhem: Arcane Souls World

“And if it means saving your life,” I added, telling her the absolute truth, “then I’ll kill whoever I need to make sure you stay breathing.”
― Annie Anderson, Stolen Embers

“When it comes time for him to die? Promise to make it slow.”
Kian gently squeezed me. “That’s my girl.”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“If someone wanted to try to burn me, they would not only have me to deal with, but three dragons and an ancient vampire. Okay, so the vampire might be drunk off her ass before the night was through, but I figured she’d rally.”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“For all my girlies who were traumatized by the plethora of early 2000s love triangles that ripped our hearts out. This one’s for us.”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“Maybe if I make you so horny you can’t see straight, then you’ll stick with one of us long enough to get through this.”
― Annie Anderson, Stolen Embers

“I fought off the urge to scream in his face as I swallowed my rage. Because screaming led to other things. Things like setting my power free just to see if I could watch his head explode.”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“The symbol burned into me had once been a mark of shame, meant to strip me of my dignity, meant to break me down, meant to keep me a slave forever. Now, it was on full display for all to see—a stark, unflinching declaration of what I’d survived.”
― Annie Anderson, Stolen Embers

“You have a family now. You have people that love you. It’s time to let go of the belief that you have to suffer this burden alone. Because you aren’t anymore.”
― Annie Anderson, Queen of Fate & Fire

“right”
― Annie Anderson, Dead Calm

“Rage streaked across her beautiful face, and she let loose a guttural, unholy scream as if she were a dragon herself, ready to breathe fire and lay waste to anything in her path.”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“I blinked at him like he was a few turnips shy of a bushel. “Who the fuck else would I be talking to, Xavier? Do you think I’m yelling at this beast for my health?”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“You’ll do fine,” she said, her voice soft but sure. “Now go show them all why you’re the queen.”
― Annie Anderson, Stolen Embers

“I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this, but I was here. And that had to be enough.”
― Annie Anderson, Stolen Embers

“The guild would do just about anything to keep us from asking questions—to keep us from rising up, from ripping them from their cozy beds and tossing them into the crevasse along with the miners they let die.”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“Who would notice the portals to other places with all the dicks hanging out?”
― Annie Anderson, Lady of Madness & Moonlight

“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down. ​— ​KURT VONNEGUT”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“No. This is how you ended up in between two dragon shifters last night. Get yourself together.”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“We were all consenting adults, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.”
― Annie Anderson, Ruined Wings

“it was as if he’d given me a kiss lobotomy because never in the history of ever had a kiss yanked me out of my own head before.”
― Annie Anderson, Dead and Gone

“She pulled backward, clutching my cheeks as she stared into my eyes. “I won’t leave you, Xavier. I’ll never leave you.” It was an empty promise—one she couldn’t keep even if she wanted to. I was a dragon, and she was a Luxa. Luxa didn’t have a good track record of staying alive in our company.”
― Annie Anderson, Stolen Embers