Bane Lj Shen Quotes

Always part ways with people you love like you’ll never see them again.

Spoiler: the princess saves herself in this fairytale.

Snow White waited for the prince. You’ll be the one saving yourself in this story.” I blinked at him, thinking about what my dad used to say, his accent thick, almost as strong as his words. “You don’t need a prince, princess. You need a sword.

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you

You didn’t just walk into my life…You stormed into it. You left me no choice but to heal. Now I want everything.

Falling in love is when you lose yourself slowly, piece by piece. Infatuation is when you lose yourself all at once. Love is like ivy. It wraps around you, chokes every part of you quietly. It is not patient, or kind, or gentle. It is needy, cunning, and suffocating.

We’re the outliers. The rejects. We’re free. Free to do whatever the hell we want, because it won’t matter. We’ll never fit in here, so we don’t have to try. We’re liberated from all this bullshit.” He motioned around us with his hand. “They can’t hurt you if you don’t give them permission to.

I found you in the dirt that’s called life, and you stood out. Like an opportunity I cannot miss.

Maybe love wasn’t about feeling happy and whole. Maybe love was about breaking so the person you cared for would feel a little more whole.

Can you be there for me? Just in case I need someone to hold my sword for me?' I did a little bow with my head. 'Why, my princess, I thought you'd never ask.

Maybe love was about breaking so the person you cared for would feel a little more whole.

You're an escort?" Her already large eyes widened further. I reached for one strap of her backpack and snapped it against her shoulder, careful not to touch her, then smirked. "I prefer the term sexual plumber." She snorted "Oh, God." "Yeah, They sometimes call me that, too.

The princess' sword was bloody. But she refused to tuck it back in. She wanted to leave a trail of their misery behind her, so they could always find her.

It is said that no two snowflakes are alike. Each snowflake is beautiful and hypnotizing in its own unique silhouette. They symbolize purity. But every snowflake that’s lucky enough to settle on the ground is destined to be blemished by dirt. Snowflakes teach us the lesson that if you live long enough, you will eventually get soiled. But even your stains won’t tarnish your beauty.

Gail shoves a box of condoms to my chest. "Use them. My boss is an asshole, and I don't need more of him in this world.

Love is like ivy. It wraps around you, chokes every part of you quietly. It is not patient, or kind, or gentle. It is needy, cunning, and suffocating.

You can't be afraid of love, my dear. It's like being afraid of death. It is inevitable.

Love is like death. It’s inevitable.

Roman 'Bane' Protsenko was beautiful like a Pushkin paragraph. You could read his face from a thousand times, and each time, you'd find something new to admire.

Love is art. Some people shut their eyes and refuse to see it. Others visit every museum in the world.

I want your ass. Happy? Want it with the scars. With the fucked-up, tragic story. With every fiber of my body. I want to fuck you, and own you, and bruise you, and save you. But I can’t do any of those things. Why? Because you’d hate me afterwards, and that’s a fact, not a speculation. Mark my words. For reasons I can’t tell you right now, fucking you will break you and ruin me. And I may be a bastard, but I’m not the fucking villain.

Dickward had the kind of smirk that would make women moan his name even when he was in another continent. He was happily married to Emilia LeBlanc-Spencer and strictly off the market. Shame they rocked the happily-in-love vibe.

The rules of chess were very simple: while it was true that the king was the most important piece in the game, he was also the weakest. The queen was the most powerful, and you best not forget that if you wanted to get ahead in life.

He was richer than God, married to one of the most beautiful women in our zip code and a doting father. He won the battle, the war and conquered every obstacle that had stood in his way. He had nothing to prove and reeked of contentment.

Don’t fall in love. Fall off a bridge. It hurts less.

affection shouldn’t be asked for.

And I couldn't help but feel that justice had been served. That the princess had won. And that, somehow, she'd even gotten herself a prince.

What's the antonym of hate? Jesse.

Where have you been?' 'Gail's, Pam's, Mrs. B's. Just...around?' 'No, Snowflake. Where have you been before? Where have you been all my life?' 'I was right here. Waiting for you.' I pressed my palm against his heart, smiling.

About us holding hands in Dr. Wiese’s clinic…” I was feeling brave, but then he stopped, turned around, and looked at me seriously. “Yeah. Wasn’t thinking. Won’t happen again.” “No,” I said, stopping, too. We were now the only people standing in a busy promenade, disrupting the rest of the people, and not giving much of a damn. “I was wondering if we could do this again sometime. Not, like, in a weird capacity or anything. I just want to know that I, uhm.” I swallowed, glancing around. “Can.

The liar. The con. The thief. The escort. I wore many hats, playing people like they were my favorite instrument. They say you win some, you lose some, but the latter, I'd never really experienced. Not until I'd gained something that actually mattered. Fuck it. I would lose my pants, and my properties, and my business, but not her. Not Jesse.

Okay, now I was ninety-nine percent sure I’d grown a pussy and actually contemplated going to the restroom to check that my dong was still intact. And

I grabbed the bun on top of my head and cut it, throwing it to the sink and turning on the water with the elastic band still on.

High school is a great place to murder a soul. The deities don’t care, and the mortals are too busy trying to survive.

Sometimes the sun is a liar. Sometimes it's out, even though it is cold.

I love you, Roman 'Bane' Protsenko. Not because you take away my loneliness, but because you gave me strenght.

I've handed you everything else I own, including my heart, which I don't want back.

I fucked plenty of women for money. Unfucking them, though? That wasn’t my expertise.

See a person that’s not me ➔ put myself between him/her and Snowflake ➔ make sure he/she doesn’t get anywhere near her until we are out of the room.

I thought I was helping both of us. Then I got to know you and SurfCity didn’t matter anymore. Bane You mattered. You MATTER. You’re the only thing that matters, Snowflake.

Maybe love wasn't about feeling happy and whole. Maybe love was about breaking so the person you cared for would feel a little more whole.

I think we need matching ass tattoos.' 'Why? Do you have another cool story?' 'Yeah, you.

I would spread, and conquer, and be remembered, so that other women would not end up like me.

The queen is the most powerful piece,' he hissed. 'Don't let the powns bring you down.' I wanted to ask him if he was my king. Because I knew how to play chess very well.

We'd helped each other tear down the walls, and I hoped, with every fiber of my body, that what we'd find underneath them wasn't rotten.

I was blessed in so many ways. Finding Gail. Finding a job. Finding literature, and words, and sentences that inspired me to be better, both to other people and to myself. Finding Bane.

She actually smiled a real smile for the first time, and holy fucking shit, Jesse Carter needed to smile for a goddamn living. She could very possibly bring about world peace, and I wasn't even entirely exaggerating.

I swallowed hard and realized that I was looking at the man I was in love with. The man who was set to ruin me. It was in that moment that I realized that I'd survived many things, but Roman Protsenko was probably not going to be one of them.

I'm here for you, Snowflake. I'll be sitting on the sidelines cheering for you because you're the strongest girl I know, but I'll also be there if you need me. Needing someone wouldn't make you any less strong, Jesse. It would just make you human.

Do you want me?” I coaxed. “Want you?” The table nearly flew to the other side of the room from the impact of his slap on it. “I’m way beyond want. I’m somewhere between need and desperate. And I don’t like that place, Jesse. I don’t like it at all.” “Take me, then.

What would it take for you to have coffee with me?” He breathed hard, picking up where we’d left off. Last time, I told him he’d need to save my life. I guess he just had. “For you to tell me why you want to do this.” “I need to fix you,” he said, his greens on my blues. To. Fix. You.

The queen is the most powerful piece,' he hissed. 'Don't let the pawns bring you down.' I wanted to ask him if he was my king. Because I knew how to play chess very well. But the answer was crystal clear to me. Roman 'Bane' Protsenko was my knight. The piece of the chess that needed to be moved sooner than the pawns, the bishops, and the queens. The piece that could have saved me.

Fuck ’em. Fuck ’em to death. Fuck this town, and its preppy, judgmental residents, and every idiot who looks at us funny. Don’t you get it? We’re the outliers. The rejects. We’re free. Free to do whatever the hell we want, because it won’t matter. We’ll never fit in here, so we don’t have to try. We’re liberated from all this bullshit.” He motioned around us with his hand. “They can’t hurt you if you don’t give them permission to. So don’t.

If you get anywhere near her again, I will personally make sure it will be the last time you step foot in this town. Your family will be driven out of here. Your college dream will be dead. I will unleash every ounce of power I have in this town to make sure your lives are a continuous, Freddie-Kruger-style nightmare. Fair warning: I’m very good at nightmares. I’ve lived a different life from yours, and know what you rich kids can survive…and what you cannot.

Come on, buddy. The maze is fun." I tug at the leash. "I did unholy things to your future mom there more times than I can count." "Jesse!" I call out to her, which prompts her breathless giggles, the ones that float straight to my dick. I know where to find her. In the center of the snowflake. "Stay where you are. I'm coming to get you." I'm praying the Labrador puppy behind me won't bark and shit all over my surprise. Especially literally. "Are you panting?" She laughs harder, and I shoot the pup a you're-making-me-look-bad frown, trying hard not to crack up. Dude is killing my swag. For a cute thing, he sure sounds like a chain-smoking swine. "Yeah." I crack my gum. "Gotta work on my cardio. I could use some help." "You're getting help twice a day, sometimes three on weekends.

People were allowed to fuck whomever they wanted, as long as it was legal and consensual.

Her fake tan was the exact shade of a KFC chicken thigh.

I know some words, though.' . . . 'Let’s hear them.' 'Suka blyat. Horosho. Kak dela. Pizdets. Privet.' 'Those were all curses and pleasantries. Your Russian family must be really fucking passive-aggressive.

Кохання схоже на плющ. Він огортає тебе, тихо душить кожну твою частинку. У ньому немає ні терпіння, ні доброти, ні ніжності. Це потреба, підступність та ядуха.

He’d slept with so many women, but I wondered when the last time he’d been kissed on the knuckles, hugged in the rain, or had been loved the way everyone deserved

You don’t need a prince, princess. You need a sword.

I was right here. Waiting for you.” I pressed my palm against his heart, smiling. My Whole Life Has Been Pledged to This Meeting with You

Stop doing this." "Doing what?" "Offer me hope. Faith is a dangerous thing. It drives you to try, and when you try, you fail.

My father had once said that affection shouldn't be asked for. It is not a reward, but a necessity.

In my mind, we didn’t have all that dead space between us, and our voices didn’t echo against the nothingness of the empty night, because I wasn’t so broken and scared. “I want to fucking save you.” “But—” I started. He cut me off. “They called you a whore. What they did to you is inexcusable. You’re going to be saved, hear me? You’re going to be saved, because the other girl couldn’t be saved.

Snow White waited for the prince. You’ll be the one saving yourself in this story.

I used the word fuck as a verb, adverb, noun, and a simple decoration in every other sentence. If I could marry it, I most likely would. Yet I hated that it left his mouth, and hated it even more that it was directed at her. Mostly, I loathed that the tool was wearing a hoodie so I couldn’t even see the goddamn face I was about to smash with my fist.

Hey, now, old man. Chill your calcium-deprived bones and stop treating her like crap, or I’ll have to kick your ass.

For what it’s worth, I think you don’t have it covered, and if you need a helping hand, you know mine is good for more than fingering.” “Disgusting, but thank you.

You should have seen the stare down between him and Vicious. Vicious straight up asked him if he was his Made-in-China version.

No one was pretty the way Snowflake was. Everything around her faded, like a poem with burned edges. She was the lyrics inside it, so focused and sharp.

Reckless

I don’t think you understand, Snowflake. You don’t have any say in this shit.

People stared at him as if he were the Messiah, blazing into town on his donkey wearing a glittery thong.

It was going to be a long-ass six months if every time she grinned, my dick wanted to give her a mouth-to-mouth.

but since when was I listening to his opinions? He liked everyone. That fucker and his hippie mentality.

More than anything, I wanted him to lift my shirt, see the scar, kiss it better, and tell me that I was beautiful.

Every time I saw his face it felt like someone punched my heart from the inside. I wondered if it was a normal reaction when you loved someone, before realizing that yes, I was in love with Roman 'Bane' Protsenko. All of him. The thief, the con, the whore. He was cracking my heart with every touch, shattering it with every smile, and it didn't make any sense, because how could he break something that was already broken?

You make me feel brave. Powerful. You make staring at myself in the mirror without flinching slighty easier. And I want to, Bane. I want those things I read about in the books. So, by all means, kiss me.

Now I was present. I was feeling. My heart was an animal, caged and suppressed and angry. It was hungry. Restless. Out for blood. And I was going to feed it, because new Jesse died. Her quiet, submissive corpse was left on the cool sand of the beach the evening I'd had the flashback. I realized that I wasn't old Jesse just then. I was an even newer version, a stronger version, a version that was not to be messed with. She would make everyone pay. Everyone,

Pam shifted closer, offering me the back of her hand for a kiss. I took her palm, lowered it, then shook it. Her blindingly white beam collapsed an inch. “This is not very chivalrous,” she commented. “It is also not the seventeenth century,” I informed her, snapping my gum in her face.