New Adult Paranormal Romance Quotes

“One second, he was in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the broad head of him; the next, his hands were on my waist and I flipped onto my front. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as he gripped my hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in me with a single stroke.
I moaned into the pillow at every glorious inch of him, rising onto my forearms as my fingers grappled into the sheets.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Please,” I gasped out.
He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth.
“Tamlin,” I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with a mighty stroke.
For a moment, I was nothing, no one.
Then we were fused, two hearts beating as one, and I promised myself it always would be that way as he pulled out a few inches, the muscles of his back flexing beneath my hands, and then slammed back into me. Again and again.
I broke and broke against him as he moved, as he murmured my name and told me he loved me. And when that lightning once more filled my veins, my head, when I gasped out his name, his own release found him. I gripped him through each shuddering wave, savoring the weight of him, the feel of his skin, his strength.
For a while, only the rasp of our breathing filled the room.
I frowned as he withdrew at last—but he didn’t go far. He stretched out on his side, head propped on a fist, and traced idle circles on my stomach, along my breasts.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“This is misery, Sara,” he repeats. “But it is the sweetest misery I have ever felt. I don’t want it to stop.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink.
Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear.
"How human you are," he whispered.”
― Jes Dory, Isle

“My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany.

My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.”
― Jes Dory, Isle

“What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.”
― Jes Dory, Isle

“A part of me didn't want to need anyone, miss anyone, even love anyone, It'd always been me against the world, and I didn't altogether enjoy that I was starting to lose that feeling. It usually meant that something awful was going to happen”
― Tijan, Evil

“I'm a demon. I'm more than half-demon, and that means I can only love one person.” He watched me from his pillow. “You. Only you”
― Tijan, Evil

“We were strong separately, but when we were together, we were impenetrable.”
― Tijan, Evil

“Oh my," she said as though to herself. "The rumors are true, you have been kept in the dark.”
― Jes Dory, Isle

“Everything had become chaotic, and I wasn't sure how much more I wanted to take”
― Tijan, Evil

“It was the calm before the storm, and holy crap, my bones knew it was going to be the storm of my life.”
― Tijan, Evil

“I was choosing, and I was choosing Kellan.”
― Tijan, Evil

“The only god thing in me, is you. If you die, there's no redemption for me. I'll become a full demon.”
― Tijan, Evil

“The only spark of humanity in me is from you, because I love you. If you die, so do I.”
― Tijan, Evil

“He protected me. He killed for me. He would do anything for me.”
― Tijan, Evil

“His body is a weapon, in every sense. A cruelly beautiful, sublimely lethal weapon.
Sheer cosmic poetry. An ode to infinite blessing and destruction.

Wen White—CELESTIAL ACADEMY: Essence”
― Olivia Pharos

“The boy continued with a desperate note. "You may have saved my life, but it is not my life any longer, it is yours.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“The years passed. Untouched by age, he lived and did as his creator had suggested. Victim after victim, drink after drink, he tried to stop his hunger; however, it did not last for long. The tingling ache of emptiness crawled up from his gut until he could no longer stand it, and soon he would be out on the hunt all over again. He had never felt guilt for his murders. The power inside him reassured that he was above such emotions. Besides, he was the gate that opened their soul to his creator. He fed not only himself, but it.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“At first glance, the ball seemed to be an elegant success. However, re-evaluation would allow an observer to see more than a graceful party. Many well-thought plans highlighted what this really was: a marriage market.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“The party was at its peak and everyone was taking full advantage of the moment. Each lady had her eye on a certain marked beau. Elegant women conversed with eligible men, handsome and well bred. Ruby felt sorry for the under-endowed ladies and plain girls, who stood together in a small group with their mothers. Passing by the conniving little circle, she heard too clearly the strategies they had concocted. They were like vultures hunting for rotten meat. Mothers sent out their girls to meet the wealthiest and nearly deceased men of the ton.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“In the realm of Ahura, there are two lands, one of light and one of dark. The land of light is where the mountain lay, and near its top is where the Zoroastrians dwell. They are the people of the land, and the chosen Twelve are their most powerful leaders and protectors. It is a beautiful sight, not like anything in mortal existence. The peak stretches up toward a sky of amber and blue. During certain hours, a purple hue explodes along the skyline, stretching out into the distance of one side of the mountain, extending farther than the eye can grasp. This is a constant. Never without light.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“His kiss was cold, and his tongue made her sick. She felt a sharp prick as he pulled her even closer. Her conflicting thoughts dissolved from her mind, every thought except surrendering to him. The heat returned and she desired more, more of what he had to offer, more of what he was doing. She could not deny him any longer. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him closer, holding on to his solid form.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“There he was, her confidant—strong, solid, and unbending.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“The dream came again—three times in three nights and always at the first of the year.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“... The freshly devoured peppermint she loved lofted from her breath and up to his nose with her loud bellow of Father in his ear, and Caxton was sure that he could smell that scent now out in the crisp night air. "You demon!" he screamed with all his might. ...”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“We are great friends, Fredrick, and I do not want to lose you. Marriage is something I am not ready for, even if it were with my best friend. Can we not continue to love each other the way we always have?"
His eyes scanned her face and his hands reunited with hers. "My dear lady, I love you more than that," Fredrick said tenderly.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“His disheveled appearance could not hide his attractive qualities. And at first sight she could have sworn she'd come upon a character from one of her books—the gallant prince turned pirate. Perhaps it was his tall, strong form and unshaven face that gave him such a roguish appearance. It also wasn't hard to look into his blue eyes, which peered out from beneath his lengthy wet mop of black hair.”
― Jettie Necole, Ruby

“I couldn't breathe with that much pain, it had a vise grip on my chest that made me want to tear my chest open to make it stop.
Gabby, Fortis.”
― P.C. Benson, Fortis

“Death has left its stains not just on my clothes, but on my skin and soul. The washing machine and the shower would take care of the first two, but the deeper taint on my conscience might never be washed away.”
― Ella J. Smyth, Second Chance Hope