Lydia Williams > Lydia's Quotes

“I could so easily love you sugar, you’re testin’ every part of me. I’m fallin’ fuckin’ hard.”
― Bella Jewel, Hell's Knights

“Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren’t gonna let me stick my dick in you,” he muttered.
“Do you have to be so crude?” I snapped.
“Have you met me?”
“Who says I’d let you do it anyway?”
“Babe,” he replied in a low, rough voice, raising his eyebrow at me.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“You’re cute when you’re pissed. Kind of like a wet kitten. Gets me hard.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“Jesus, you piss me off,” he murmured. “Good thing your cunt’s so fucking hot.”
“Don’t call it that.”
His lip twitched.
“Good thing your vagina’s so gosh-darned hot,” he whispered. “Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated sexual intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How’s that sound?”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Legacy

“Ruger's in there too. Hands covered in blood so they arrested him. He had to tackle your girl to get the gun away from her. She'd gone all Pulp Fiction on us, ready to defend you by killing all of us if she had to. Crouched over your body like Wonder Woman. Gives me a boner just thinking about it.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“His blue eyes glittered with amusement. “Naïve, darlin'," He murmured. "I stole you a long time ago. Round the time you f**kin' stole me.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Undeniable

“She doesn’t belong to one of my boys, she’s fuckin’ mine.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Undeniable

“And babe, when I kissed you and you kissed me back, not knowing that the fuck you were doin’ but doin’ it anyway, not carin’, just feelin’, I fuckin’ lost myself in that kiss. Couldn’t remember ever losin’ myself in a kiss until then.
That fuckin’ kiss, Eva, has gotten me through some pretty bad nights. That fuckin’ kiss reminds me that life ain’t all bad.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Undeniable

“If your old man caps me, you better be front and center at my fuckin’ funeral, cryin’ your goddamn eyes out.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeautifully

“What’s wrong with you?” He sneered. “You’re not her, that’s what’s wrong with you. What’s she got that you don’t? Bitch, she’s got me and you never fuckin’ did.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Undeniable

“FUCK THIS SHIT.
Fuck the club and the code, and fuck brotherhood. He would give it all up for her. For his woman. Because she sure as shit was his, and he’d go to hell and back ten times over before he lost her forever.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeautifully

“All scares tell a story beautiful girl....mine tell the story of how I found you.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unbeautifully

“Mark Twain said, “The two most important days in your life is the day you were born and the day you find out why”
I don't remember the day I was born but I remember the day I found out why.
His name was Deuce.
He was my “why”.
And this is our story.
It is not a pretty one. 
Some parts of it are downright ugly.
But it’s ours.
And because I believe everything happens for a reason, I wouldn’t change a thing”
― Madeline Sheehan, Undeniable

“You scared of your old lady, Ripper?”…
“Fuck you,” he shot back. “I ain’t scared of shit except havin’ nowhere to put my dick when it gets cold and sad and wants a motherfuckin’ hug.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unattainable

“For fuck’s sake, Tegen, stop overthinkin’ every damn thing. Just get on my goddamn dick and start fuckin’ bouncin’.”
Well, how could I deny such sweet talk?”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unattainable

“Why?” He asked brokenly. “Why would a woman like you want anything to do with a man like me?”
“You may have done bad things,” she whispered tearfully. “But you’re not a bad man, Michael. You saved my life, and you saved my life because you have a good heart. Now I want to do the same for you.”
Dirty’s heart exploded.
He was done.
Motherfucking done for.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unattainable

“I’m layin’ fuckin’ claim to you, Tegen, every single fuckin’ part of you, right the fuck now.”
“You can’t have any part of me!” I cried, trying to turn my head but his grip on my hair was too tight. Grunting, he yanked my head backward, forcing me to look up at him.
“Wrong,” he growled. “I’ve always had you. Only difference is now, I’m takin’ you.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unattainable

“You been stickin’ your shit in any hole that’ll take it, so what the fuck makes Tegen any damn different?”
Cage imploded.
“BECAUSE SHE’S TEGEN!” he roared. “She’s fuckin’ mine!”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unattainable

“Michael,” he heard her say, her voice soft. “Please look at me and let me show you what love is.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unattainable

“I was just telling Steve how much you appreciate motorcycles and it just so happens that he has one”
Whoopee. Like I fucking cared.
“Oh yeah?” I said, glancing at Steve. “What kind of ride?”
The douche canoe grinned at me, revealing two perfectly straight and glaringly white rows of teeth.
“A BMW,” he said. “R12—“
“A sports bike?” I interrupted, wrinkling up my nose. “How super gay for you.”
…
“Sports bikes are for pussies. True fucking story.”
― Madeline Sheehan, Unattainable

“To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I know we're fucked up, alright? I'm impulsive, and hot tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute, and then need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don't deserve you...but I fucking love you, Abby. I love you more than I loved anyone or anything ever. When you're around, I don't need booze, or money, or the fighting, or the one-night stands...”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“You can’t tell me
what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you!”
In the second it took him to turn and face me, his
expression had contorted into anger. He stomped toward
me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.
“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!” The veins in his neck
bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even
flinch. He looked at my lips, panting. “I belong to you.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“Let me guess, it's the love of your life?" I said quoting Travis' statement about his motorcycle.
"No, it's a car. The love of my life will be a women with my last name.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I need to hear you say it. I need to know you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since the second we met.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I clinked my bottle against his. “To being the only girl a
guy with no standards doesn’t want to sleep with.” I said,
taking a swig.
“Are you serious?” he asked, pulling the bottle from my
mouth. When I didn’t recant, he leaned toward me. “First of
all…I have standards. I’ve never been with an ugly woman.
Ever. Second of all, I wanted to sleep with you. I thought
about throwing you over my couch fifty different ways, but I
haven’t because I don’t see you that way anymore. It’s not
that I’m not attracted to you, I just think you’re better than
that.”
I couldn’t hold back the smug smile that crept across my
face. “You think I’m too good for you.”
He sneered at my second insult. “I can’t think of a single
guy I know that’s good enough for you.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I fucking love you!” He grabbed each side of my face,
slamming his lips against mine. “I love you so much,
Pigeon,” he said, kissing me over and over.
“Just remember that in fifty years when I’m still kicking
your ass in poker,” I giggled.
He smiled, triumphant. “If it means sixty or seventy
years with you, Baby…you have my full permission to
do your worst.”
I raised one eyebrow, “You’re gonna regret that.”
“You wanna bet?”
I smiled with as much deviance as I could muster.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I'm not your anything," I snapped, glaring up at him.
His eyebrows pulled in and he stopped dancing. "You're my everything.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“You just asked me to marry you," he said, still waiting for me to admit some kind of trickery.
"I know."
"That was the real deal, you know. I just booked two tickets to Vegas for noon tomorrow. So that means we're getting married tomorrow night."
"Thank you."
His eyes narrowed. "You're going to be Mrs. Maddox when you start classes on Monday."
"Oh," I said, looking around. Travis raised an eyebrow.
"Second thoughts?"
"I'm going to have some serious paperwork to change next week."
He nodded slowly, cautiously hopeful. "You're going to marry me tomorrow?"
I smiled. "Uh huh"
"You're serious?"
"Yep."
"I fucking love you!" He grabbed each side of my face, slamming his lips against mine. "I love you so much, Pigeon," he said, kissing me over and over.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“You just want me to hold you until you fall asleep?"
I didn't answer.
He shifted to look straight into my eyes. "I should say no to prove a point," he said, his eyebrows pulling together. "But I would hate myself later if I said no and you never asked me again.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster