Bex Quotes

the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

Most little girls in England grow up wanting to marry a prince. Bex grew up wanting to kick James Bond's butt and assume his double-0 ranking.

You really saw some?" Liz said an hour later. Sure, we had the stereo blaring and the shower running, but Liz still whispered, "They really...exist?" "Liz," I whispered back, "they're not unicorns." "No," Bex said flatly, "they're boys. And they're...good.

Ooh..I want one" - Bex They're not puppies." -Cammie

Tell me or I'll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how bex became bex

How Not to Break Into Sublevel Two (A list by Cameron Morgan, with help from Macey McHenry) .... -Teleportation: Sure, Liz says she has an excellent working theory, but she doesn't have a prototype yet. And without a prototype it's pretty much a moot point. -That thing Bex's parents did in Dubai with liquid nitrogen, an earthquake simulator, and a ferret: Because we don't have a ferret.

Oooh," Bex said throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I want one." Cammie: "They're not puppies.

It's not Cam's fault," Bex told her. "We rigged her bed so that if she gets up, I get an electric shock." "Liz designed it," Macey said, and Bex shrugged. "We told you we were taking precautions." Of course. Because at Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy".

Waffles. Im craving waffles." Bex rolled onto her side. "Tell your waffles hi for me.

So the quesiton is," Bex said slowly,"How far are you willing to go?" I looked at my three best friends in the world. "How far is there?

Draco's like... snow," said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. "It's cold and cruel to begin with, but it's somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it's not there. And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it changes. It melts.

THAT’S MY BOX OF PRATTLES!” “NOT ANYMORE!” “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM-REX STOLE MY CANDY!” “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD-BEX SMELLS LIKE DRAGON POOP!” “SO DOES REX!” another voice added. “STAY OUT OF THIS, LEX!

I'm a spy, Cam. I was born to do this- to be this. It's in my blood. And I will do it until the day I die. It's who I am... The thing is I don't think you realise is... it's who you are too.

To who?" Bex asked. "Rebecca!" her mother snapped. "Sorry." Bex shrugged. "To whom," she corrected herself, even though I highly doubted that had been her mother's point.

She looked at him and shook her head, smiled a little as she told him, "You are so like your father." Then she looked past me and Zach, past Bex and Abby, to where Agent Townsend stood by the door with his arms crossed. "What do you think, Townsend, darling? Isn't he just like you?" She looked at Zach again. "I think he's just like you." And then she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

So let me get this straight.”... “He threw the note at Tommy and then told him to fuck off? Or do I have it backwards?” “I’m detecting some sarcasm.” “And then got himself sent the principal’s office because he was ready to defend your honor?” “Quinn.” “Her friend waved a hand. “No, I think you might be on to something. This is clearly an elaborate plot to screw with you. He asks you out, he defends you from that meathead—what next?” Quinn’s eyes flashed wide in mock surprise. “Crap, Bex, do you think he will do something truly horrible like buy you flowers?

I knew she was right. Of course she was right. Bex was always right. She knew me better than I knew myself. But then again, isn't that a best friend's job?

I think you’re freaked about what happened at Cambridge. I think it scared you." “I’ve been through worse, Bex,” I said, joining her on the lower stairs. “Way worse.” “Oh, not the attack.” Bex raised her finger in contradiction. “What happened before the attack. I think you saw the future. Which is kind of freaky when - two months ago - you didn’t think you were going to have one.

Crouched on the roof between BEx and Liz, I wasn't a girl who had just broken up with her boyfriend; I looked at my watch and check my gear instead of crying. I had a mission objective and not a broken heart.

When Zach said, "Im going to kill Dr. Steve." It wasn't the angered threat of a worried boy; it was the calm, cool statement of an operative trained to do exactly that. And that, I think, is why it scared me. But it wasn't as terrifying as the look in Bex's eyes when she said, "Not if I find him first.

She thought she kept seeing him because she wanted to see him," Macey explained. "Ooooh," Bex and Liz sighed together. "It's a by-product of very dramatic kissing," Macey went on like a doctor identifying a common side effect.

Even though Liz might have been at the bottom of our class in P&E, she is the best person I've ever seen at getting me out of bed, which is saying something, considering the woman who raised me. Macey was asleep in her headphones, so Liz felt free to yell, "We're doing this for you!" as she pulled on my left leg and Bex went in search of breakfast. Liz put her foot against the mattress for leverage as she tugged. "Come on, Cam. GET. UP. " "No!" I said, burrowing deeper into the covers. "Five more minutes. " Then she grabbed my hair, which is totally a low blow, since everyone knows I'm tender-headed. "He's a honeypot. " "He'll still be one in an hour, " I pleaded. Then Liz dropped down beside me. She leaned close. She whispered, "Tell Suzie she's a lucky cat. " I threw the covers aside. "I'm up!

Hey, Bex?” Jack said as he grated. “Just so we’re clear, if we were alone, I’d probably kiss you right now.” I gave him a swift glance as the hallway laughter made its way back to the kitchen. “Just so we’re clear, I’d probably let you.

You say kidnap. We say hold in a secure facility until it's safe to turn you over to the proper authorities," Bex replied with a grin. "But to each his own.

This is just one of those annoying and unjust differences between you and your younger sibling...I was probably fifteen before I could go to a friend's house without giving mom an FBI dossier on the people; Bex can practically hitchhike on the freeway with a mere "Have fun, honey.

The only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And locked in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

I tell you, I'm half tempted to break into CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon out of CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon

I find it's best to remain pessimistic. At least then there's less of a blow when fate fucks you over.

Bex, please use this against me for the rest of our lives as an example of how I am about as clever as a shed.

Hey Dex" Bex shouted. "Your girlfriends are here- and that guy who's way cooler than you!

Okay, gang," I said, "according to blueprints, there's an elevator access panel on the east side of the building. We may get a little dirty, but—" "I thought we'd just go through the doors," Liz said, flashing three beautifully engraved invitations and some wonderfully authentic fake IDs. The tickets were $20,000 each. The Secret Service had been vetting the guest list for weeks, so Bex and I stopped beneath a streetlamp and studied Liz. "Do I even want to know where you got those?" I asked. Liz seemed to ponder it, and then she said, "No.

Sometimes friendship means not having to say anything. Thank yous and apologies can sometimes get lost, but that doesn't mean they're unexpressed," murmured Hermione.

Ooh, you’re Sophie?” the girl—who Sophie assumed was Bex—asked. “My brother talks about you all the time.” “No I don’t—and get back here, Lex!” Dex grabbed one of the boys by his furry collar and jerked him back to his side. “Yes he does,” the other boy—who had to be Rex—corrected, flashing a huge grin with a big black space where one of his front teeth was missing. “He liiiiiiiiiiiiikes you.” “I do not!” “Yes you do!” Sophie stared at her furry feet as all three kids made kissing noises and Dex threatened to destroy everything they owned and dragged them away.

Really, Weasley? Are we going to do this friend shit? We agreed to be civil, not friends. Because if you're going to do this friend bollocks every time I see you, I'll just fling myself off a cliff right now." "You promise? Can I watch?

Well, spank my arse and call me Morgana.

You know, if I weren't getting married tomorrow, I would punch you," Nick says, flexing his left hand. "But Bex needs to be able to fit my ring on my finger.

Sorry, Bex," Jason said "You don't have the recognizable facial characteristics - such as a huge chin, or a large amount of real estate between the eyes - that would merit the bestowing of a criminal mastermind nickname such as Lockjaw or Walleye. Whereas Crazytop here...well, just look at her." "Atleast I can blow-dry my hair straight," I pointed out. "Which is more than what I can say for your nose, Hawkface.

Cynical? Me? I'll have you know that I make daisy-chains and frolic with unicorns on the weekends.

But that’s a girl’s right—isn’t it? To cry sometimes for no reason? Really, when you think about it, that ought to be in the Constitution. Maybe I’ll break into the National Archives sometime and write that in. Bex

It’s encrypted,” Bex hissed in frustration. “We risked our bloody necks and we can’t even read it. I tell you, I’m half tempted to break into CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon out of CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon.

Silence again. Everything is always broken up by silence. Punctuated by silence. Silence is nothing, but it's everything, because we hunt for words in silence. We think in silence. Our minds work hard in silence. And yet it's awful. It's empty. It's lonely. Necessary nothingness.

I will fix it for you. Hand on my heart, Bex Adams, I will fix it

Do you ever think about a future for us?" she asked. "I do, and I don't want us to have to hide. To run." "I would rather run with you than walk alone," he said.

I tell you, I'm half tempted to break into CIA custody just so I can break Joe Soloman out of CIA custody just so I can break Joe Soloman." -Bex Baxter

Bex gave me a wink, and for a second I thought about Zach. I know this probably makes me the worst unofficial girlfriend ever, but it was kind of nice not having him there. It felt good to be just us girls again. It was nice to have the chance to miss him

: “But Dr. Steve says that music and sensory stimuli are essential in memory recall.” “I’ve never heard him say that,” Bex said. “Well…he told me,” I said. Townsend shrugged. “With all due respect to the good doctor, I highly suspect that he’s a moron.

This is what it means to be human, Bex thought. We are all just canvases for our scars.

The odds of bringing her back alive increase by twenty-seven percent if Bex and Macey go. - Liz

The triplets are a bit too rambunctious—and loud—for regular Slurps and Burps shifts at the moment. And many people are a bit terrified of what bizarre elixirs Rex, Bex, and Lex might invent. Dex has already become notorious for crafting numerous “prank” elixirs, some of which are sold in Slurps and Burps and some of which he makes only for himself (or his friends).

The man by my side is my opposite and my reflection. The dark to my light. The light to my dark. And everything in between. But I'm not sure either of us could survive the heartbreak of being together yet being apart. Love is not enough.

Things accumulated in purses. Unless they were deliberately unloaded and all contents examined for utility occasionally, one could find oneself transporting around in one's daily life three lipstick cases with just a crumb of lipstick left, an old eyebrow pencil sharpener without a blade, pieces of defunct watch, odd earrings, handkerchiefs (three crumpled, one uncrumpled), two grubby powder puffs, bent hairpins, patterns of ribbon to be matched, a cigarette lighter without fuel (and two with fuel), a spark plug, some papers of Bex and a sprinkling of loose white aspirin, eleven train tickets (the return half of which had not been given up), four tram tickets, cinema and theatre stubs, seven pence three farthings in loose change and the mandatory throat lozenge stuck to the lining. At least, those had been the extra contents of Phyrne's bag the last time Dot had turned it out.

Macey was across the table from me, and we glanced at each other—an unspoken dread lingering between us like the smell of olive oil and melting cheese, but beside me, Bex was unfazed, and I remembered the power of a secret.

I was just going to tell Bex that Nicholas is the patron saint of archers, hence the massive shrubbery up there.” Clive grinned. “He’s also the patron saint of repentant thieves, but that’s harder to capture in horticultural form.

It means no telling any of your horrible scary stories. Do not start a food fight and do not get any of your bright ideas. Got it?

We were everything.

Know why they call it a love triangle?” Well, I wasn’t stupid. “Triangles have three sides and there’s three people involved.” Bea nodded. “Yeah, that, but also because they’re shaped like shark teeth and shark teeth can rip people to shreds.” How poetic.

Dex’s triplet siblings are named Rex, Bex, and Lex Dizznee. Yes, the rhyme was intentional. Evidently, it was Kesler’s idea, because he finds it “hilarious.” It’s unclear how he convinced his wife to agree, since Juline seems to have a more reserved sense of humor

Bex...why did you buy an inflatable canoe?' 'It's for you to lie on. Or something.' 'And a watering can?' 'I couldn't find a plant spray.'Breathlessly I start shoving bags into the taxi. 'But why do I need a plant spray?' 'Look,it wasn't my idea, OK?' I say defensively.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Geraldine, don't do it," I said.

Don't get caught," Ava replied.

Geraldine sighed, taking it all in.

*waves hello*

I want to be with YOU!" Bex to Tea

than that as Bex turned her back and started to take

Here,” Dex said, placing a white box into Sophie’s hands. “Made this for you—and sorry it’s not wrapped. Rex and Bex used up all the ribbon tying Lex to a chandelier.

As she walked away, Bex grabbed my arm and mouthed, “She’s bloody awesome!” Then, without turning around, Abby called, “I bloody know.

Summer continued. "My older sister was a Junior Silver Rose. She told me that it's tradition that the pledges pull a prank on Mrs. Armstrong the night of the retreat. She only lives two blocks from here. We think you should do it. It will help restore your standing with us.

He said he never even saw you, though," Bex said, as if she'd just remembered. Liz came in and added, "Yeah, Cammie, he was really impressed when he heard you'd been out there. Like, really impressed.

Hugh thought back to when he was a teenager, and such a smart-ass that once, Bex had made dinner and set an extra plate at the table. That’s for your attitude, she had said, and feel free to leave it behind when you’re done eating.

Noah: you two go in, get summer’s necklace thingie, get out, bring it to me and javi Javi: You and me? Noah: yeah I was gonna go over to your place if that was ok Javi: def ok Tamsin: ooooooooohhhh Hana: ooooohhhhhhh~ Bex: Ooooooooh. Javi: oOoOoOoOoOoO Noah: once this is done, you’re all dead to me

Her name was Rebecca, or Becky, or Bex. She'd been wearing a white hooded top with a navy-blue body-warmer. She would be twenty-three years old by now. She had been seen in the beech wood, climbing a tree. She had been seen at the railway station. She had been seen by the side of the road. She had been looked for, everywhere. She could have arranged to meet somebody, and been driven safely away.She could have fallen down a hole. She could have been hurt by her parents in some terrible mistake. She could have gone away because she'd chosen to, or because she had no choice. People still wanted to know.

Bloom Where You Are Planted" It has been my life's philosophy, or in the words of Mick Jagger, "you can't always get want you want, but you get what you need.

You should probably stop staring at her like you never saw a naked girl with wings before.

Everything is so devastatingly uncertain

I can't believe you," I told Ava once Carter was out of the room. "You're failing math on purpose just to get tutored by a cute boy. Do you have any idea how pathetic that is?

Are you going to do it or not?" Summer asked impatiently. "Because if you're not, any other girl in this room would love to take your place." Summer looked around the room. "Who'd like to do it instead?" Everyone's hands shot up except for mine and Amber's. "No, I'll do it," Geraldine said confidently. "What's the prank?" That might have been a good question to ask before committing to it.

In a flare of clarity, Tama knew two things irrevocably: one – he had just let the girl he’d been waiting for since forever walk out of his store, and two – he hadn’t done enough to make sure she came back.

Oh, and brainstorming ways to punish Dex for not telling anyone where he was going. His mom had some particularly brutal ideas. Remind me never to get on Juline’s bad side.” “Dex’s parents were here?” “Only his mom. His dad stayed home with Rex, Bex, and Lex, probably so they couldn’t break everything.” “Good call.” Dex’s triplet siblings could cause more chaos in five minutes than a pack of saber-toothed tigers.

What are you guys doing?" Carter asked once we were so close, we couldn't get any closer. "Uh, I wanted to move closer so I can hear you better," I said. "I moved closer because I like the way you smell," Ava said boldly.

Summer hugged her knees to her chest. "Every year they pull the same pranks, they either egg or t.p. Armstrong's house. She's expecting it. This year we need to do something special, something that's going to make history." "W-what's that?" Geraldine stammered. Hannah pulled a heavy plastic bag from her duffle. "You're going to spray paint her lawn silver." "That's going to make her really mad and she already doesn't like me," Geraldine said.

If you’re in some kind of trouble, we can help you. You just tell us what’s going on. Bex made it sound like you were living on the streets.” I almost laugh at that. “I’m surviving.” “That’s not enough.” She gives an enormous shaky sigh. “But even if it were, I’d like to see you. I’ve wondered how you were doing. What you were doing. If you had enough to eat. If you were warm.” My eyes burn, but I can’t imagine being there, in their living room, wearing my true face. I would horrify them. Maybe the wouldn’t scream and shove me away at first, the way they did when they were enchanted, but it would quickly turn awful. I couldn’t be the child that they had loved. Not after everything that had happened to me. Not after learning that I am made of sticks and snow. Headlights swing into view. I am already moving by the time I hear the squeal of brakes. “I never needed to be warm,” I tell my unmother, my voice hard, full of the anger that has been gnawing at my insides for years.

Fire and ice. Cruel and kind. Distant and close. Forbidden and accepted. Totally physical but also completely ethereal. My hands caressed up his chest, fingertips exploring the heavenly dip and swale of each groove. Coarse hair on soft skin and billowing muscles.

I honestly don’t understand how women read shit like this with pants on. God, do they read it in public? I would die. Straight up, die. I’d be fucking my fist in a public bathroom like a pervert if I tried to read these books out in the wild. I’d be walking around with a nine-inch boner pressing against my zipper all day.

Geraldine nodded and headed for Mrs. Armstrong's lawn. I felt sorry for her in her carrot pajamas, having no idea what was really going on. I followed the other girls and stood behind the shrubs. Mrs. Armstrong's house was ginormous. Her house was even bigger than Aunt Jeanie's. There was one light on upstairs. I figured that was the bedroom. The rest of the house was dark. Geraldine went to the far end of the yard and removed a can of spray paint from the bag. She shook it and began to spray. "She's such an idiot," Ava said, taking out her phone to record Geraldine's act of vandalism. "You guys are going to get her into so much trouble," I said. "So what?" Hannah replied. "She got us in trouble at the soup kitchen, it's not like she's ever going to become a Silver Rose anyway. She's totally wasting her time." Geraldine slowly made her way up and down the huge yard carefully spraying the grass. It would take her forever to complete it and there wasn't nearly enough spray paint. "Hey, guys!" Geraldine yelled from across the lawn. "How about I spray a rose in the grass? That would be cool, right?" I cringed. The light on upstairs meant the Armstrongs were still awake. Geraldine was about to get us all caught. "O-M-G," Hannah moaned. "Shhhh," Summer hissed, but Geraldine kept screaming at the top of her lungs. "Well, what do you guys think?" My heart dropped into my stomach as a light from downstairs clicked on. We ducked behind the hedges and froze. "Who's out there?" called a man's voice. I couldn't see him and I couldn't see Geraldine. I heard the door close and I peeked over the hedges. "He went back inside," I whispered, ducking back down. At that moment something went shk-shk-shk and Geraldine screamed. We all stood to see what was happening. Someone had turned the sprinklers on and Geraldine was getting soaked. The door flew open and I heard Mrs. Armstrong's voice followed by a dog's vicious barking. "Get 'em, Killer!" "Killer!" Ava screamed and we all took off running down the street with a soggy Geraldine trailing behind us. I was faster than all the other girls. I had no intentions of being gobbled up by a dog named Killer. We stopped running when we got to Ava's street and Killer was nowhere in sight. We walked back to the house at a normal pace. "So, did I prove myself to the sisterhood?" Geraldine asked. Hannah turned to her. "Are you kidding me? Your yelling woke them up, you moron. We got chased down the street by a dog because of you." Geraldine frowned and looked down at the ground. Hopefully what I had told her before about the girls not being her friends was starting to settle in. Inside all the other girls wanted to know what had happened. Ava was giving them the gory details when a knock on the door interrupted her. It was Mrs. Armstrong. She had on a black bathrobe and her hair was in curlers. I chuckled to myself because I was used to seeing her look absolutely perfect. We all sat on our sleeping bags looking as innocent as possible except for Geraldine who still stood awkwardly by the door, dripping wet. Mrs. Armstrong cleared her throat. "Someone has just vandalized my lawn with spray paint. Silver spray paint. Since I know it's a tradition for the Silver Roses to pull a prank on me on the night of the retreat, I'm going to assume it was one of you. More specifically, the one who's soaking wet right now." All eyes went to Geraldine. She looked at the ground and said nothing. What could she possibly say to defend herself? She even had silver spray paint on her fingers. Mrs. Armstrong looked her up and down. "Young lady, this is your second strike and that's two strikes too many. Your bid to become a Junior Silver Rose is for the second time hereby revoked." Geraldine's shoulders drooped, but most of the girls were smirking. This had been their plan all along and they had accomplished it.

Harry was some kind of kiss-stealing ninja.

All of you should be locked up. I can't believe you put your babies in your lockers during your practices.

I told him that middle school boys didn't have a manhood, and then he told me that I was challenging his manhood.

Being friends with Geraldine is the equivalent of wearing a sandwich board that reads 'I'm a loser. Throw stuff at my head.' Hey, let's make ice cream sundaes!

I looked like a rainbow had thrown up on a circus clown that exploded after eating a million jelly beans.

shut up, man.

Bloom Where You Are Planted". This has always been my philosophy in life. Or in the words of Mick Jagger, "you can't always get what you want, but you get what you need.

I better be a perfect gentleman or she'll string me up.

Then he slid back into the dark corner where he’d come from.

You’ve never been business.

girl's

The missing girl's name was Rebecca, or Becky, or Bex. In the photo her face was half turned away from the camera as though she didn't want to be seen, as though she wanted to be somewhere else. She would be twenty years old by now but she was always spoken of as a girl. It had been seven years, and there was talk that now she would legally have to be declared dead. This turned out to have no basis in law, according to a statement released by the police. Any such declaration would always depend on the circumstances. The girl's parents had never stopped looking and the police statement confirmed that the case remained open. In the village people looked up to the hills and felt that they'd long known. She could have walked high over the moor and stumbled into a flooded clough and sunk cold and deep in the wet peat before the dogs and thermal cameras came anywhere near, her skin tanned leather-brown and soft and her hair coiled neatly around her. She could have fallen anywhere and be lying there still.

He nuzzled my ear, sending tremors to my core. "If you hunger, I'll starve to feed you." He ran his soft lips down the side of my neck and nipped at my collarbone. "If you lack, I'll go destitute till you have abundance." My skin tingled where his lips trailed down to the curve of my breasts and kissed each one, skimming and nibbling up to my right shoulder and back to my neck. "If your heart craves it, I'll break mine to get it for you." He completed his circle and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. "So, you see now, I love you.

Boys are trouble

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