Alex Volkov Twisted Love Quotes

I'd rather be the villain with her by my side than the hero who risked losing her because of a misguided sense of morality." - Alex Volkov

You don’t fool me anymore, Alex Volkov. I’ve been thinking about it, the way you noticed all those things about me. How you agreed to look after me, even though you could’ve said no. How you stayed in to watch those movies with me when you thought I was upset and let me stay the night in your bed after I fell asleep. And I’ve come to a conclusion. You want the world to think you have no heart when in reality, you have a multilayered one: a heart of gold encased in a heart of ice. And the one thing all hearts of gold have in common? They crave love.

Get in.” He didn’t raise his voice—he never raised his voice—but I still heard him loud and clear over the rain. Alex Volkov was a force of nature unto himself, and I imagined even the weather bowed to him.

You are cold and infuriating and, I admit, a little scary. But you are also patient and supportive and brilliant. You inspire me to chase my dreams and drive away my nightmares. You are everything I didn’t know I needed, and you make me feel safer than anyone else on the planet.” I took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say—again—is, I love you, Alex Volkov. Every part of you, even the parts I want to slap.

Though let's be honest, it was already too late. She was mine, she just didn't know it yet" ~ Alex Volkov

If you let lesser people determine your selfworth, you will never reach higher than their limited imagination

His eyes were wild, that muscle in his jaw jumping so fast it had a life of his own. I’d never seen him like that. Pissed, yes. Annoyed, definitely. But not like that. Like he wanted to burn the world down at seeing me hurt. My naïve heart sang, cutting a swath of hope through my lingering panic. Because no one looks at someone like that unless they care, and I realized that I wanted Alex Volkov to care. Very much. I wanted him to care because of me, not because of a promise he’d made to my brother. Talk about a terrible time to come to such a realization. I was a freaking mess, and he’d just beat the living daylights out of my ex-boyfriend. I sucked in a shaky breath and wiped the tears from my face with the backs of my hands. “I will destroy him.” Alex’s words sliced through the air like lethal blades of ice. Goosebumps blossomed on my skin and I shivered, my teeth chattering from the cold. “Everything he has ever touched, everyone he has ever loved. I will ruin them until they’re nothing more than a pile of ashes at your feet.

I. Was. Touching. Alex. Volkov's. Dick. And it was hard.

Alex Volkov doesn’t get hurt. He does the hurting

Alex Volkov was a force of nature unto himself, and I imagined even the weather bowed to him.

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you. Alex Volkov

I'd rather be the villain with her by my side than the hero who risked losing her because of a misguided sense of morality. - Alex Volkov Twisted Love

When was the last time any of us saw Alex Volkov pissed? Or happy? Or sad? The man doesn’t show emotion. It’s like God gave him extra helpings of gorgeousness and zero doses of human feeling.

Those rose-tinted glasses look good on you, Sunshine.” Sunshine? I was sure he meant that mockingly, but the butterflies in my stomach stirred to life anyway, fanning away my anger. Traitors. “Thanks. You can borrow them. You need them more than I do,” I said pointedly. A low chuckle slipped from his throat, and I almost fell to the floor in shock. Tonight was turning out to be a night of firsts. Alex’s hand trailed up my spine until it rested on the back of my neck, leaving a cascade of tingles in their wake. “I feel it dripping all over me.” He did not—what? An inferno consumed my body. “You’re—you—no, I’m not!” I sputtered, pushing him away and scrambling off him. My core pulsed. Oh my God, what if I was? I couldn’t look, afraid I’d see a telltale wet spot on his jeans. I’d have to move to Antarctica. Build myself an ice cave and learn to speak penguin because I could never show my face in Hazelburg, D.C., or any city where I could run into Alex Volkov again. His chuckle blossomed into a full-blown laugh. The effect of his real smile was so devastating, even amid my mortification, that all I could do was stare at the way his face lit up and the sparkle that transformed his eyes from beautiful to downright breathtaking. Holy crap. Perhaps I should be grateful he never smiled, because if that was what he looked like while doing it…womankind didn’t stand a chance. “I’m talking about your bleeding heart,” he drawled. “What did you think I was talking about?” “I—you—” Forget Antarctica. I had to move to Mars. Alex’s laughter subsided, but the twinkle in his eyes remained.

With an IQ of 160, Alex Volkov was a genius, or close to it. He was the only person in Thayer’s history to complete its five-year joint undergrad/MBA program in three years, and at age twenty-six, he was the COO of one of the most successful real estate development companies in the country. He was a legend, and he knew it.

You must have me confused with someone else, Sunshine. I don't think I do. Ava stood on tiptoes so she could whisper in my ear. "You don't fool me anymore, Alex Volkov. I've been thinking about it, the way you noticed all those things about me. How you agreed to look after me, even though you could've said no. How you stayed in to watch those movies with me when you thought I was upset and let me stay the night in your bed after I fell asleep. And I've come to a conclusion. You want the world to think you have no heart when it reality, you have a multilayered one: a heart of gold encased in a heart of ice. And the one thing all hearts of gold have in common? They crave love.

You Want me... And it's Killing you" ~ Alex Volkov

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you." - Alex Volkov

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you." -Alex Volkov

Did I just utter the word breasts to Alex Volkov and accuse him of ogling me? And call him an asshole? Dear God, if you smite me with lightning right now, I won’t be mad. Promise.

I feel it dripping all over me.” He did not—what? An inferno consumed my body. “You’re—you—no, I’m not!” I sputtered, pushing him away and scrambling off him. My core pulsed. Oh my God, what if I was? I couldn’t look, afraid I’d see a telltale wet spot on his jeans. I’d have to move to Antarctica. Build myself an ice cave and learn to speak penguin because I could never show my face in Hazelburg, DC, or any city where I could run into Alex Volkov again.

He flicked his gaze down. I followed it…and realized, to my abject horror, that I was touching Alex Volkov’s dick.

I. Was. Touching. Alex. Volkov’s. Dick. And it was hard.

I never thought Alex Volkov would become my stalker, but there we were.

That bleeding heart of hers would land her in a heap of trouble one day. - Alex Volkov

Love" "Deep, abiding, unconditional love. You want it so much you're willing to live for it." " You want it so much you'd say yes to anything. Belive in anyone. One more favor, one more kind gesture... and maybe, just maybe, they'll give you the love you want so desperately you'd whore yourself out for it." - Alex Volkov

Did I just utter the word breasts to Alex Volkov and

I never claimed to be prince charming, and my love isn't a fairy tale type of love. I'm a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won't write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for. Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you." - Alex Volkov

Did I just utter the word “breasts” to Alex Volkov and accuse him of ogling me? And call him an asshole?

Question is, are you too scared to admit it?” Alex’s thick, dark brows lowered. “I’m not scared of anything.” Lies. I would’ve believed him a month ago, but now I knew better. Everyone fears something: it’s what makes us human. And Alex Volkov—for all his control, all his power—was still wonderfully, frighteningly, heartbreakingly human.

If I had to describe Alex Volkov, a litany of words came to mind. Cold. Beautiful. Ruthless. Genius. “Patient” wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t even in the top thousand.

If you’d told me two months ago that I would be “visualizing” and “meditating” with Alex freakin’ Volkov, I would’ve laughed my ass off, but sometimes reality is stranger than fiction.

Alex Volkov, when did you become so cheesy?

You are cold and infuriating and, I admit, a little scary. But you are also patient and supportive and brilliant. You inspire me to chase my dreams and drive away my nightmares. You are everything I didn’t know I needed, and you make me feel safer than anyone else on the planet. What I’m trying to say—again—is, I love you, Alex Volkov. Every part of you, even the parts I want to slap.” A smile ghosted his mouth. “That was quite the speech.” The smile faded as quickly as it had come, and he dropped his forehead to mine, his breath ragged. “You are the light to my dark, Sunshine,” he said in a raw voice. His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “Without you, I’m lost.

I love you, Alex Volkov. Every part of you, even the parts I want to slap.

Not because I thought I was bad—I was Alex Volkov; I could do anything—but because singing felt too raw, too personal, like I was baring my soul with each note leaving my throat. That held true even when it was a stupid pop song. All music, no matter how cheesy, was grounded in emotions, and I’d built my reputation on having none—unless I was with Ava.

Don’t bother, I’ll announce myself.” A statuesque blonde swept in like she owned the place. The vein in my temple pulsed harder. “Princess Bridget of Eldorra, here to see Asshole—I mean, Alex Volkov.” Her smile came off both polite and menacing. I was impressed, if not annoyed.

Alex Volkov doesn’t get hurt. He does the hurting.

I never stay angry for long, but right then, my blood simmered and I wanted to punch Alex Volkov in the face.

I’d have to move to Antarctica. Build myself an ice cave and learn to speak penguin because I could never show my face in Hazelburg, D.C., or any city where I could run into Alex Volkov again.

If there was one person in the world who didn’t give a shit what others thought of him, it was Alex Volkov.

Because no one looks at someone like that unless they care, and I realized that I wanted Alex Volkov to care. Very much.

Did Alex Volkov thank me?

Are you talking about me, or are you talking about yourself?” “You must have me confused with someone else, Sunshine.” “I don’t think I do. You don’t fool me anymore, Alex Volkov. I’ve been thinking about it, the way you noticed all those things about me. How you agreed to look after me, even though you could’ve said no. How you stayed in to watch those movies with me when you thought I was upset and let me stay the night in your bed after I fell asleep. And I’ve come to a conclusion. You want the world to think you have no heart when in reality, you have a multilayered one: a heart of gold encased in a heart of ice. And the one thing all hearts of gold have in common? They crave love.” “What did I tell you about romanticizing me?” “It’s not romanticizing if it’s true.

When was the last time any of us saw Alex Volkov pissed? Or happy? Or sad? The man doesn’t show emotions. It’s like God gave him extra helpings of gorgeousness and zero doses of human feeling.” “I think he’s a psychopath,” Stella said. She blushed. “No normal person is that controlled all the time.

What the hell was happening? This was Alex, for Pete’s sake. The Antichrist. The asshole. The robot. Except my body must’ve not gotten the memo, because I was suddenly fantasizing about pushing him on the bed and finishing what my hand had inadvertently started earlier. No. Get together. You are not sleeping with Alex Volkov, now or ever.

I. Was. Touching. Alex. Volkov’s. Dick. And it was hard.

I was right. Alex Volkov did have a multilayered heart.

right then, my blood simmered and I wanted to punch Alex Volkov in the face.