Renee

“Because you’re no longer someone’s sweet, pure, naïve princesa. You don’t live in the ivory tower anymore. You own it. You’re going to learn to rule from it, because that’s what it means to be Calavera royalty. And this dress is far more suitable for a queen.”
― Jessica Hawkins, Violent Ends

“It’s good to know you won’t be giving the god of archery a swirly.”
― Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

“Still wrapped in his own towel, Cristiano stood in front of the mirror and shaved up under his chin. His back was not only tan and smooth but very broad. I wondered if it could fit two of me. I'd never seen anything like it, the way his muscles rippled beneath the surface, the embodiment of his capabilities, his weaponry—his power.
"You... you won't look, will you?" I asked, pulling my towel tighter.
With his head tilted back, he lowered just his eyes in the reflection. "If I do, I'll have to jerk off again, and the shower's occuppied."
I frowned. "In a house this size, surely you can find somewhere else to... do that."
He rinsed the razorblade. "Is that an invitation to look?"
"No."
"Why shouldn't I?" he asked. "You belong to me."
"I don't belong to anyone."
"You're Natalia de la Rosa. You bear my name. You've said vows in front of God."
"That doesn't make me your property.”
― Jessica Hawkins, Violent Ends

“impressive. Eve rolled her eyes and mouthed, Men. Jacob, to her surprise, gave her a look of approval. “Quite.” “You don’t like men?” she whispered. “It depends. I don’t like imbalanced relationships, and men are frequently the perpetrators.”
― Talia Hibbert, Act Your Age, Eve Brown