Bully Romance Quotes

“It's not protection, little dragon. It's a claim." His gray eyes darkened as they flicked down to my exposed neck, an unspoken reminder hanging between us.
"You're mine. No one touches what belongs to me.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“She'd attacked me with murder in her heart. And yet, idiot that I was, it was her I couldn't take my eyes off.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“In my dreams, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“She stood up to me, which no one else dared to do, and by the Bloodmaiden, it was annoying. But at the same time, it was...impressive. And infuriatingly attractive.
Fine. It was fucking hot.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Fucking shirtless again. Of course he was. Cocky, egotistical asshole.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Well, the way I see it, you’ve got two options. You can step back while me and the guys embarrass the fuck out of this bitch and make her crawl back into whatever hole she crawled out of. Or… we could go with option B.” I’m trembling from head to toe. “Which is?” His lips just barely touch my ear when he answers. “Option B is you let us worry about the aftermath and you handle this shit yourself,” he says. “And when I say handle it, I mean I want you to completely… fuck… her… up.”
― Rachel Jonas, Break the Girl

“You think I’m like him?” he growled. “You think I want this? You think I want to be tied to some mortal? To a blightborn who despises me?”
I glared at him, my chest tightening.
“But you’re right about one thing, Pendragon. Why should I fight so hard to leash the monster inside when you’re so determined to bring him out?”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“His fangs brushed against my lower lip. My breath caught as I slid my tongue over those sharp points, feeling their edge. He was dangerous. But instead of fear, that knowledge was only fueling the tempest inside of me.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“You could never hate me as much as you want me.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Still, I force myself to stare into his apathetic eyes at the expense of being swallowed in their darkness. “What do you want from me?”

“Haven’t figured that out yet, but I will soon.”

“While you’re at it, you should also figure out how you’ll get out of prison.”
― Rina Kent, God of Malice

“You were just elevated beyond the mundane.”
I snorted with laughter. “Is that what you’d call it?”
His eyes narrowed. “Do you have any idea how many blightborn women would literally kill to be in your place right now? I found you on a pile of corpses.” He sniffed the air with his hawkish nose, and his aristocratic features twisted in disgust. “You still reek of them.”
I crossed my arms self-consciously. He was right. That didn’t mean he wasn’t also a bastard for saying so.
“I haven’t exactly had a chance to take a bath. Someone was dragging me around in chains, as you’ll recall,” I pointed out.
“Well, you’ll have all of the perfumed baths you want now. But there’s far more to the bargain.”
“More than being chained to you for the rest of our lives? That is what those words meant, right?” I hesitated, then added, “And I’m not the only one, am I?”
“Oh, you noticed Regan, did you? She looked delighted, didn’t she?” He shrugged. “Don’t worry about her. I’ll see to it that she falls in line.”
“I won’t worry,” I said. “Because I don’t share. And I’m not your mate, no matter what your uncle or anyone else announced.”
“Keep telling yourself that. But you felt the binding. You had no choice. Neither did I. Do you really think I’d have chosen this?” He looked me up and down, then shook his head. “You’re beneath me in every possible way. Whoever you are, whatever you are.”
I snarled, surprising myself. “Good to hear. Because you won’t be touching me at any point. Let’s get that straight. You certainly won’t be breeding with me.”
“I have no plans to touch you if you were the last woman in the Thralldom,” he snapped back, looking just as furious. “But if I did…”
“Yes, yes, I should feel ever so honored, ever so grateful. Is that what you like to tell yourself as a woman lies beneath you? You think to yourself how honored she must feel? Gods, you’re a piece of work.” I shook my head. “I almost feel sorry for Regan.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Regan is thrilled to be my future consort. She doesn’t need your pity.”
“Right. I’m sure. So, what now?” I changed the subject abruptly. “Where are we?”
“Ah, yes, your second question. If you’re finished trying to convince yourself you aren’t bound to me…”
“I’m not, never will be.”
“Whatever. This–” He gestured around us. “Is Bloodwing Academy.”
I wrinkled my nose. “What?”
“An academy. A school. They do have those where you come from, don’t they?”
I glared at him. “I believe I’ve heard the words once or twice.”
“Good. I daresay it’s too much to hope you can read and write, too, and aren’t secretly some swine herder’s daughter.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“How do you make something so twisted sound kind of sweet?” I mused. “Ever consider the possibility you might be a little twisted too?” I leveled my gaze on him. “Since I met you, I have.” He almost smiled. “I’ll see you Monday.” “Not tomorrow? You’re not going to show up at the grocery store when I’m shopping with my mom or stare at me while I do my homework?”
― Julia Wolf

“They think you’re one of us now,” he whispers. “Don’t ever let that bitch think she’s got something over you again. Understood? We don’t do weak.”
― Rachel Jonas, Break the Girl

“You were a prisoner when we met.” Vidrol smirked at me. “And then you were a slave.”

“And then I won my freedom—” I started, but he cut me off with a tittering sound.

“You became an apprentice as we trained—”

“Tortured,” I corrected dully.

“But even that’s a far leap from a queen”
― Jane Washington, A Dream of Embers

“Beside me, Matt reached for my barf bag with a green-tinged face. “These things are metal death contraptions.”

“Go find your own.” I swiped back the bag. As the plane pulled around to get in line for takeoff, I clutched the paper bag close.
”
― Priya Ardis, Gods of Merlin

“Well, I might’ve caught a glimpse of what he’s packing when he stood up, and…uh...congrats and good luck. I couldn’t handle that, but you’re tall. You can do it.” Bex pumped her fist as encouragement while I burst out laughing.”
― Julia Wolf

“Do it,” Don Marco snapped again. “Take her now. She won’t be able to put up any struggle, and as soon as you do, we can deal with the marriage paperwork. She never has to leave this room until we’re ready to send her to the whorehouse where she belongs.”

Excerpt From: Raven Blaire. “Unclaimed Princess And 4 Mafia Gods: An Age-Gap Enemies to Lovers Reverse Harem Romance.” Apple Books.”
― Raven Blaire, Unclaimed Princess and 4 Mafia Gods

“What the fuck?” Nolan asked and turned to face the guys.

“I told you. Dante’s lost it, man.” Julian said and came to me, hugging me tightly when I stood. When he released me, we turned to face the others.

“That’s a fucking understatement. What did you do to him?” Nolan asked me with a frown.

“Me? Why is it my fault he became unhinged?” I seethed, glaring at him.

“Well, considering he hasn’t gone apeshit for anyone but you, obviously you did something.” Nolan shrugged.

“Fuck you.” I hissed.

“She’s right. Dude should be able to take rejection.” Kit chimed in.

“That’s all you did?”
― C. Reid, Demon I’ve Become

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― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood