Ck2 Quotes

There’s a certain high you get from fooling the world into thinking you’re the lamb instead of the rabid wolf.

A serial killer sharing a house with a homicide detective and a FBI agent. Life doesn’t get more complicated than this.

It’s sad that I want to hide my bodies now so that my boyfriend gets a break and can spend more time with me.

Two bodies in two days is a rapid devolution. He’s getting too bold.” I dropped two bodies in one day, but I hardly feel like now is the time to brag about my awesome efficiency.

I really don’t like her. Can I cut her? Just a little?

Why is there a gun hidden in my bathroom? Have you ever seen a horror film?

It’s all cloak and dagger right now. That’s what happens when you’re a serial killer dating a FBI profiler who hunts serial killers.

just smile, looking all sweet and shit. No ruthless killer here, boys. Just a harmless woman falling in love. That’s all.

When anger rises, think of the consequences. —Confucius

But they’re looking for a monster. Not a girl who loves red. Not a girl who is falling in love. Not a girl who died ten years ago.

Do I need to kill her? No. No. I can’t kill her. Not unless she’s a rapist. Any chance she’s a rapist?

Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.

To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness. —Confucius

A serial killer sharing a house with a homicide detective and a FBI agent.

Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance. —Confucius

Kill all the monsters,” she whispers. “That way they don’t hurt anyone else.” Lindy’s breath catches, and I frown. I hope her influence outshines mine in the long run. “I’ll kill them all so you never have to,” I whisper back,

Without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?

We had him all wrong. There won’t be animal cruelty in his past. He’ll have been someone gentle, possibly naïve and trusting—too trusting. Trusting enough to have been someone’s victim.

The FBI will be all over me. And my boyfriend has the cops watching my house. The house where I have all my murder supplies that I have to use. Cops that follow me to the store when I get milk. Obviously they can’t follow me and guard my kill zone for days on end while I torture people. Stupid Boogeyman. I wish I could castrate him.

She has no idea at how sick the world is.

Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change. —Confucius

Now I just wait on the chips to fall in place, and while they play poker, I’ll be playing dominoes.

Logan is taunting. Duke is arrogant. And I’m worried there’s about to be a sword fight in my living room. And not with actual swords.

But I obviously don’t point that out. A good, sane, non-stabby girl wouldn’t know that.

Definitely should have stabbed that motherfucker more. And weighed him down with stones. And chummed the water for sharks or something. Are there sharks here?

Why is there a gun hidden in my bathroom? Have you ever seen a horror film? The girl always gets stabbed in the shower. Or she runs into the bathroom and locks the door, but has no way to defend herself when the psycho killer breaks in.

He’s bringing back parts of me that I thought were dead, resurrecting my soul from ashes. But all the shadows that lurk inside me, hiding the monster within… Those are parts he can never see.

It’s often easier for someone to believe evil can’t exist inside someone they love, than to admit they’ve failed someone who should be more important. We see it too often. The blind eye effect is what we call it,

The relief that washes over his face makes it worth all the million and one things that can go wrong. He genuinely cares about me. He’s terrified for me right now because a merciless killer might be after me. The irony isn’t lost on me.

Keep me awake while I drive,” I tell her, not commenting on any of the other. “You want me to tell you about how I broke my vibrator this morning?

Have I told you today that you're perfect?

Then I’d have been just as ugly on the outside as I am on the inside.

Because a sadist would never take the time to deviate from his list and go kill a pedophile. This was motivated.

I don’t bleed for the world anymore.

The superior man is modest in his speech, but exceeds in his actions. —Confucius

Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.

Keep me awake while I drive,” I tell her, not commenting on any of the other.

Falling in love? It’s the end of a girl like me.

A man who’s never had something may be content in going on without it.” “But a man who’s had a taste of something he didn’t know he wanted, will work harder to taste more,

Kill all the monsters,” she whispers. “That way they don’t hurt anyone else.

Turns out, I’m just someone he didn’t bother to think of when I was going out of my mind with all the worst case scenarios.

You know it’s worth it. You stop killers. You’re a hero.

Someone killed this guy, but I’m looking for the dozens of kids who are missing more than I’m looking for his killer.

I’m just sick of lying when I don’t have to.

Don’t these women know that it’s dangerous to piss off a highly trained killer?

I don’t bleed for the world anymore. He saw more than anyone else, and he didn’t bother to care when it mattered the most.

those who strive to be humble detest the ways of the arrogant.

I am Kennedy Carlyle. Well, actually I’m Lana Myers. Victoria Evans and Kennedy both died, and Lana was born.

I’m the best option for keeping me safe.

No one cared. No one wanted to listen. No one wanted to be bothered with something so horribly, inconceivably evil. They wanted to pretend it just didn’t exist.

those who strive to be humble detest the ways of the arrogant

He believed my rapist over me. Just left me.

I won’t tell them a thing,” Laurel says from the living room, proving she’s not as oblivious as I thought.

That fat bastard has already been found? Damn him. I should have stabbed him even more for ruining this moment.

Chapter 6 The superior man is modest in his speech, but exceeds in his actions. —Confucius

personal involvement in this case is fucking with my head, making me have tunnel-vision, and knocking me off my game. He’s winning.

Feeling stabby?” he muses, still trying to lighten my mood. “Very.

Their sins stained my soul with so much darkness that their deaths are needed to cleanse me.

There’s no way a girl carried him to the water alone.

I don’t feel comfortable with a random stranger sleeping in my house. A badge doesn’t make him noble.

Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes. —Confucius

He's cute when he's jealous.

Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.

Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.

It’s all cloak and dagger right now. That’s what happens when you’re a serial killer dating a FBI profiler who hunts serial killers. Somehow, my simple life got very complicated.

The cautious seldom err.

It feels good to crave someone and want them.

Just make sure those sons of bitches never hurt anyone ever again.

Death and life have their determined appointments.

go on, keeping my tone even, refusing to show too much emotion. I don’t bleed for the world anymore.

Now I have to let him do his job, trying to find me.

They always confess their sins to me.

I’ve had self-defense training. I have two guns. I also plan to run out the back door instead of up the stairs. We’re good. I can handle this.

Monsters can come in many forms.

Death and life have their determined appointments. —Confucius

It’s the first time I’ve faced my past with a face I didn’t want to cut off.

Where they die, a nail gets taken.

Tell me, princess, are you afraid of the Boogeyman?

I need to replace their taunts and evil laughter with the sounds of their screams. I sleep better with each new scream I get to add. The screams override the scent of their breath, the strikes of their hands, and their dirty, disgusting fingers. They'll never hurt anyone else. Even if they rise from the dead, they lost their tools of pain. The rest will join them soon enough. I can't stop now.

It's often easier for someone to believe evil can't exist inside someone they love, than to admit they've failed someone who should be more important. We see it too often. The blind eye effect is what we call it.

Lana backs away, saying nothing, but my eyes are on Duke, furiously glaring at him. He glares back, just as furious. “She’s not a prisoner or a criminal. I can’t legally confine her to her damn house, you arrogant asswipe.

This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Lana Myers. This is for the ones people still whisper about. This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You’re not alone.

Apparently all the girls on his team seem to have an issue with me, especially since this is the second one I’ve met and she’s regarding me with a scowl. Don’t these women know that it’s dangerous to piss off a highly trained killer?

We had him all wrong. There won’t be animal cruelty in his past. He’ll have been someone gentle, possibly naïve and trusting—too trusting. Trusting enough to have been someone’s victim. Instead of it shattering him; he came back for cold vengeance.

Just as I’m about to leave, Laurel stands on shaky legs and makes her way to me. I kneel just as she tosses her arms around my neck, catching me off guard. Slowly, carefully, I hug her back. “Kill all the monsters,” she whispers. “That way they don’t hurt anyone else.

I can't have children," I whisper hoarsely. His head rears back, and his forehead creases in confusion. I could have just lied. I could have glossed over it and promised I couldn't get pregnant. I'm just sick of lying when I don't have to. "Why?" Instead of telling him another lie outright, I point the scars on my side. "I lost a lot that night," I say quietly.

I trust him. It’s insane to trust someone so freely after being hurt so irrevocably in the past, but I do. I trust him completely, and there’s no doubt in my mind that he’d never intentionally hurt me. I can feel it in the way he kisses me. I can see it in his eyes when he bares his soul. I can taste it in the way he breathes. And I sense his honesty like a predator can sense its prey’s fear.

You have no legal right to be here. Just as you said. I can’t stop you from loitering on the street, but you’re officially trespassing if you stay on my property. Be gone before I get back, or, ironically enough, I’ll call the cops.” He groans and curses, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Where are you going?” “Wherever the fuck I want to,” I say, flipping him off as I get into the car.

You told me to have a protective detail, and I agreed,” she says quietly. I swallow down my words as she continues. “You told me to let a stranger stay in my house; I agreed, even though I didn’t want to. I take someone with me when I leave. I’ve put my business deals on hold to appease you, not traveling and risking myself. I’ve sat in a protective bubble, answering all your calls and texts promptly so you don’t worry about me.

It’s often easier for someone to believe evil can’t exist inside someone they love, than to admit they’ve failed someone who should be more important. We see it too often. The blind eye effect is what we call it,” I say absently.

The superior man is aware of righteousness; the inferior man is aware of advantage. —Confucius

The Boogeyman could be watching. Let the sick bastard come. I need something to stab.

John Duke’s picture flashes across my screen, and I almost drop my phone. Motherfucker. Twenty-eight. Fit. Single. Ambitious. Newly promoted to homicide detective—a coveted spot. Definitely not ugly—can’t believe I’m admitting that.

You can’t fucking be here!” I yell, then cut my eyes to Duke. “Why the fucking hell would you bring her?” His eyes narrow to slits. “Did you miss the part where I said she was coming with our without me. I came to keep her safe.

I couldn’t give a shit about that. I came because I was trying to keep her safe. I don’t have any authority to confine an innocent civilian to her home, and neither do you.

I feel more human with each passing day. Less like a soulless monster with a thirst for blood. Not that I want to stop killing; I just want to feel more like the carefree, happy girl I was before they stole it all. Before they ruined me.

That’s what happens when you’re a serial killer dating a FBI profiler who hunts serial killers. Somehow, my simple life got very complicated.

Do I need to kill her?

Because she just became a problem.

I have to get ahold of this jealousy thing.