Alex Grayson > Quotes

“I don’t know what it is about the woman, but she drives me crazy, in body and mind. It’s like my soul recognizes her as it’s other half and it’s fighting desperately to get to her.”
― Alex Grayson, Endless Obsession

“What we are is so much more than best friends, or boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re two pieces of a whole. She’s the beat of my heart, just as I’m the blood that rushes through her veins. We breathe life into each other.”
― Alex Grayson, Forevermore

“I could be with you in every lifetime there’s ever been, and I’d still want more. There’s no beginning or end to our love. It’s simply always existed, and it always will.”
― Alex Grayson, Everlast

“I’ll love you until the last breath leaves my body and my heart no longer beats.”
― Alex Grayson

“You’ve always been my soul mate ... God made my soul to perfectly match yours.”
― Alex Grayson, Everlast

“Nothing in my life could have prepared me for you, Molly … Everything has a reason for being, and you are mine.”
― Alex Grayson, Forevermore

“Remi, she came into my life in all her pregnant glory, unknowingly threatening everything I’ve worked hard to gain for years. As irrational as it may be, I’ve already claimed her, and Lord help anyone who tries to take her away.”
― Alex Grayson, Trouble in Hell

“May Lucifer welcome you with open arms,” …
“And deliver you to the darkest pits of hell,” …
“To live out an eternity for the evil deeds you’ve bestowed,” …
“Shall you not rest in peace,”
― Alex Grayson, Trouble in Hell

“We don’t have control over what happens to us in life. The only thing we can do is live it the best way we can.”
― Alex Grayson, Whispered Prayers

“Will you take this off me?” I ask Wild Man, rolling the rope between my fingers. He doesn’t say anything at first, but I sense his eyes on the rope. “No.” I don’t know what I expected, but his flat out refusal wasn’t it. I thought we had made at least a little bit of progress. You know, with me caring for him while he was practically dying. I could have easily left him while he was unconscious, but I didn’t. I stayed by his side, took care of him, worried for him. “Why not?” I ask, my tone tight from the anger slowly building in my veins. “You leave,” he grunts. He slides an immovable arm around my waist. “I not let you.” I smash my teeth together. There’s no sense in telling him that I won’t leave the first chance I get, because he probably wouldn’t believe me. And leaving is exactly what I plan to do. I may be softening toward him, and that’s all the more reason to flee when I can. The longer I stay here, the deeper those feelings will root themselves inside me, and the harder it’ll be to leave. Instead, I repeat what I’ve already told him before and will probably repeat another hundred times. “You can’t keep me forever.” “Yes,” he answers resolutely. “You stay till I die. Momor is mine.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“For the first time since my brothers and I started this whole thing, I wish it could be different. I wish I wasn’t so fucked in the head and held so much hatred in my heart. I wish I could let the past go and look toward a future. I wish I could have things there’s no chance in hell I could ever have.”
― Alex Grayson, Trouble in Hell

“Life can be ugly and it can be downright nasty at times. It’s left to the good people to fix those parts that the assholes of the world have destroyed. Murder is wrong, no matter why it’s doled out or who it’s against, but I recognize in dire circumstances, it may be a necessary evil.”
― Alex Grayson, Bitter Sweet Hell

“Despite the sore subject of kissing, I can’t help but smile at that. Wild Man gets really quiet and his arm tightens around my waist. His other hand lifts and his fingers delve through my hair. His palm is so big that the pad of his thumb swipes across my cheek, the tip close to the corner of my mouth. I can’t help but stare at him. The way he’s looking at me has my core clenching at the same time a knot of dread forms in the pit of my stomach. “Are you sweet, momor?” he murmurs so quietly that I barely hear him. There’s that word again. Momor. I don’t know what it means, but I like the way it sounds coming from his lips. “I will know your lips,” he continues, the tenor in his voice deepening, seducing me. “I will know your taste. You will know my taste.” He swipes his thumb across my top lip, then my bottom. “These are mine.” His eyes lift to mine, and fuck me sideways and upside down, the possessive look in them is harsher and more demanding than I’ve ever seen them. “You understand?”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“Once he has the rope secured around my waist”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“I lift my arm, a sudden pain scratching the insides of my chest at the kind gesture. In my boredom, I’ve made several twig bracelets. I used to do that all the time when I was out camping with my dad and brothers. While they were out fishing, hunting, or gathering wood, I’d sit and fashion bracelets. They were never really anything special, just something to do when I didn’t want to join my family while they foraged the area. This one is beautifully perfect though. I tilt my head back up. Is this his way of apologizing after storming away from me earlier? If so, he’s definitely on the right track. “Thank you,” I say. “Fuck.” The word is barely past his lips before he’s grabbing my waist and lifting me up. My legs automatically go around his waist, and a moan slips out of me when his hardness encounters my softness. Without another word, he carries me to his bed, and we do what he said. We fuck.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“When my family finds me, they’re going to be angry.” I blow out an aggravated puff of air. “They’ll hurt you and take me far away from you.” That last part gets a reaction. One that has fear slithering through my bloodstream and wishing I could take the words back. In the blink of an eye, Wild Man is up from the log and is looming over me, his feet planted apart and a vicious look on his face. He reaches down, wraps his long fingers around my throat and hauls me up from my seated position. He brings my face so close to his there’s only an inch of space separating us, and the tips of my toes barely touch the ground. His grip is tighter than all the other times he’s held me like this. Panic sets in, and I start clawing at his hand, desperate to draw in air. My feeble attempts at fighting don’t phase him in the slightest as he continues to glare down at me. Just as my vision starts to blur, he loosens his hold just enough for me to suck in a lungful of air. “Mine!” he snarls in my face. He lifts his other hand, his fingers balled into a fist. I flinch and try to move away, worried that fist is meant for me. But then he surprises me when he slams it against his chest hard and repeats in a harsh tone, “Mine. You stay. I kill family.” My eyes widen. I’m not sure what I’m more shocked about. The fact that he spoke more than one word, or that he wants to kill my family. All because they may find me and take me away from him. “No!” I croak, barely able to draw enough air to say the word. Using his grip around my neck, Wild Man brings me closer. Our noses brush against each other. “Kill family. My Ever.” Holy motherfucking hell. My Ever.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“I’m not ready to let him go yet. The feelings he’s conjured in me…I’m not ready to release them. I want to hold on to them and him and never let go. I want more from this man than I’ve wanted in a long time.”
― Alex Grayson, Whispered Prayers of a Girl

“As you can probably guess, Wild Man likes sex. He likes a lot of sex. Doesn’t matter where we are, what we’re doing, or the time of day. If he becomes randy, he pounces. Take yesterday for instance, while we were out picking berries. I was down on my knees trying to reach a nice juicy patch of plump blackberries. Of course, I was naked—he still refuses to give me clothes, the bastard—so my wiggling bare ass was up in the air. The next thing I knew, big hands were gripping my hips and pulling me back, angling me where he wanted me. I knew what was coming, and I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn’t ready—seriously, who would be while picking berries and getting poked by thorns—but my protest died on a cry of sharp pain. No preparation. He just went for it as usual. And I was as dry as Sister Mary. So the sudden intrusion wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, and I couldn’t imagine it was much better for him. Did he care, though? Nope. He just kept going, banging me as hard as he could. Thankfully—or not thankfully, depending on how you look at it—it didn’t take long to get my juices flowing. That’s what happens when you’re unbelievably attracted to the man who’s holding you captive. Your body gives your mind a big fuck you, along with the middle finger, and takes what it wants, even begging for more or to go faster, harder. Another time, we were walking back from taking a bath. I was admiring a patch of pretty flowers and telling Wild Man a funny story about Rika. I was laughing and having a surprisingly good time, when my hips were suddenly caught in his hard grip. I was shoved over a large boulder, my breasts pressed against the abrasive surface. Then he mounted me from behind and fucked me silly. That time, I was wet. He had just fucked me in the water, and I still had part of him leaking out of me.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“We’re forever, baby. Nothing and no one can take our forever away from us.”
― Alex Grayson, Lead Player

“He drops his head, his eyes intent on my mouth. Right before his lips meet mine, I turn my head to the side. Nope. Still not ready to give him that. The act of kissing is far too intimate. He hasn’t earned the right to my lips, and I’m not sure he ever will. Not when he’s still holding me captive, literally tied to him, and forcing me to stay naked.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“You were always my hero, even when you couldn’t be.”
― Alex Grayson, Key to Hell

“He had his hand on you.”
“It was just a simple handshake,” I scoff.
“He had his hand on you and looked like he wanted to do a fuck of a lot more than shake your hand. No man touches what’s mine or looks at you the way he did.”
“I’m not yours,” I retort irritably.
“Like fuck, you aren’t. Every single Goddamn inch of you is mine. Deny it all you want, Gypsy. It won’t change that fact.”
― Alex Grayson, Bitter Sweet Hell

“His gaze holds me captive, and I’m not sure I ever want him to let me go.”
― Alex Grayson, Key to Hell

“I never thought I’d have that, and I don’t know what to do with it.”
… “What do you want to do with it?” I keep my voice low.
“Grab onto it and never let it go.”
― Alex Grayson, Judge of Hell

“Ellie wasn’t the only one emotionally hurt the night I broke things off. It damn near destroyed me. Now that she’s back in my life, there’s not a damn thing that’ll keep me from having her again. And keeping her forever this time.”
― Alex Grayson, Judge of Hell

“I want to rip out my heart and lay it at her feet, because I know I just destroyed hers.”
― Alex Grayson, Jaded Hollow: The Complete Collection

“Why did you keep their skulls?” I ask and he gives me back his attention. “Keep them with me. Watch over me.” His voice is gruff. Between his emotional tone and his words, my heart breaks anew. “I bet they’re up in Heaven right now looking down at you. I bet they both have smiles on their faces as they watch over their brave boy.” “Heaven?” he asks with curiosity. “The place where people go when they die. They go to Heaven and watch over the people they’ve left behind. And sometimes they send people to their loved ones so they aren’t sad anymore.” He’s silent as he processes my words, but his fingers continue playing with my hair. Then his expression turns thoughtful as he gazes down at me. His next words change my life irrevocably and seals my fate. “They sent you to me. Noeny and Peepa gave me you, so I won’t be alone.”
― Alex Grayson, The Wild Man

“You and I both know we could never just be civil … We have too much history. There’s too much left unresolved between us.”
― Alex Grayson, Judge of Hell

“There’s not a chance in hell I can ignore my attraction to the maddening woman. It’s too fucking strong.”
― Alex Grayson, Lead Player

“I don’t feel compassion or pity or concern toward people. Yes, I love my brothers and I’d give my life to protect them and the people in this town, but (she) is different. I feel everything for her. I feel so damn much that it’s overwhelming, and I don’t know what to do with all the emotions.”
― Alex Grayson, Key to Hell