Aleksandra Petkovic

“I love you, Daniel Wesley,” she whispers.
“I love you Seven Marie Six Cinderella Jacobs.”
― Colleen Hoover, Finding Cinderella

“I promise to protect you, ravage you, hunt those who hurt you, and give you the life you deserve. My fortune is yours. My secrets are yours. And I will give you the corpses of the men who hurt you.”
― Pepper Winters, Tears of Tess

“You need to know one thing, sweetheart.” “What?” Her hands froze on my abs. “I would kill my own cousin.” “What?” Her expression turned horrified: Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “I would.” I shrugged. “He knows you aren’t his to touch, you aren’t his to want.” “And I’m yours?” Oh great, now I’ve pissed her off. I gripped her face between my hands and kissed her mouth softly. “Yes. Whether you like it or not, we belong to each other. I’m as much yours as you are mine—I don’t share. I want to freaking murder anyone who even so much as looks in your direction, or at your shoes, and damn if I don’t hate those boots that Chase got you. I want to consume you. I want to be the one that puts a smile on your face. I want to be the one that teaches you pleasure—me. Not anyone else. Sharing you—even by way of my cousin, who I trust more than anyone in the world—has to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Elect

“You got a tattoo?” It’s the third time I’ve asked Holder the same question, but I just don’t believe it. It’s out of character for him. Especially since I’m not the one who encouraged it. “Jesus, Daniel,” he groans on the other end of the line. “Stop. And stop asking me why.” “It’s just a weird thing to tattoo on yourself. Hopeless. It’s a very depressing term. But still, I’m impressed.” “I gotta go. I’ll call you later this week.” I sigh into the phone. “God, this sucks, man. The only good thing about this entire school since you moved is fifth period.”
― Colleen Hoover, Finding Cinderella