Corrupt Penelope Douglas Quotes

When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.

The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.

It’s just you, Little Monster. Own it or it will own you.

The only way we find out what we’re capable of is by getting into a little trouble.

Own it. Don’t apologize for who you are. Own it. You can’t win if you don’t show up, right?

The shy ones tend to be the baddest after all.

Those who are patient, plan. And beware the man with a plan.

Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories,

Well, it's like you're saving your energy for something. Holding back. But it doesn't make any sense. Life is one-way, and there is no return trip. What are you waiting for?

Run all you want, Little Monster,” he said, sounding like a threat. “We’re faster.

Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.

Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.

The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality someone else had invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever.

And from Michael—as well as Damon, Will, and Kai—I learned to breathe fire. I learned to walk as if the path were carved for me and me alone, and to treat the world as if it should know I was coming.

I’m not playing your games. You were wrong.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You want to know what I’ve learned? I don’t win by playing your games. I win by making you play mine.

They were untouchable, fascinating, and nothing they ever did was wrong. I wanted that. I wanted to look down at the sky.

Things done in the dark hours of night, behind closed doors, or in the heat of the moment looked a lot different in the morning, out in the open, and with a clear head.

There are too many people that try to change us, and not enough people who want us to be who we really are. Someone once made me see that, and i wanted to give that to you.

She needed a hot shower, a warm bed, and me.

I didn’t feel so lost when he was around. It was the only time I didn’t feel lost.

I’ll look out for my little brother’s girlfriend and keep her nice and safe in the light of day and not violate the fuck out of her in the dark.

It's odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there's barley any separation between who we are and who they are.

I’ll never say no,” she answered but then added with a smile in her voice, “as long as you keep me screaming yes.

Chess would teach me strategy, fencing would teach me human nature and self-preservation, and dancing would teach me my body. All necessary for a well-rounded person.

Her fucking eyes, going from defiant to mischievous to hurt to on fire, and then finally, to broken.

She and I were the same, after all. We fought shame every day, struggling with who we could let see the real us, and we’d finally found each other.

What if her heart had hardened so much that she closed herself off in order to survive?

There were dark deeds and bad seeds, but who cared if the house was falling apart as long as it was pretty, right?

Don’t think you’re special. Lots of women get him. No one keeps him.

When I thought about it, there actually weren’t a lot of things or people in the world that I loved. Why had I left them here?

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Yeah, they’re just matches,” I continued, my voice growing thick with tears. “And memories and smells and sounds and butterflies in my stomach every time I heard the car door slam outside, telling me that he was home. A thousand dreams of all the places I’d have adventures someday.

She’s already coming,” he said, sounding a little surprised.

What do you treasure? Is anything precious to you?

They’re hopes and wishes and reminders and all the times I smiled, knowing he’d remembered me while he was gone.

Own who you are" -Micheal Christ

So many times of needing to be close to her, talk to her, see her smile at me, and now I had her in my arms, I never wanted to let her go.

She corrupted me.

The perk about being the quiet girl was not many people really got to know you, which left you the advantage of surprise if you ever decided to switch gears in situations just like this.

You know why most people in the world are unhappy, Rika? Because they don't have the courage to do the one thing that will change their lives.

Being scared wasn’t a weakness. But letting it force my head down and my voice quiet was. Fear wasn’t the enemy. It was the teacher. I

Most of the matchbooks and little boxes were made of paper, and even if the matches dried out, the containers were split, torn, and shriveled. The damp cardboard dripped with water, discolored and broken.

Promise you'll never say no to me. Promise you'll never keep yourself from me.

And the things that were irreplaceable in life were the only things of value.

You robbed your own fucking store, Rika!” Will laughed and grabbed fistfuls of my sweatshirt, shouting into my face. “You’re the fucking king, baby!

Drugs are a crutch for people too ignorant to self-destruct on their own.

I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.

You’re a horny little bitch,” Damon seethed. “You almost fucked him right here in front of us.

as I drove her into the dirt and fucked her.

When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.” I

Does this hurt?” he asked. I brought my head up to look at him, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at Michael. I twisted my head, seeing Michael’s mouth open a little, taking in quick, shallow breaths. “Yeah,” he said in a low voice, his eyes meeting mine. “But you like it,” I stated, feeling one of Kai’s hands trail up my belly between us. “You like the sting. It turns you on.

Three years ago, curious little Erika Fane wanted to play with the boys, so we indulged her, and she betrayed us.

They all thought I was a good girl, Michael.” I dragged his lobe through my teeth. “But there’s so many bad things I want to do. Do dirty things to me.

You want to know what I’ve learned? I don’t win by playing your games. I win by making you play mine.

No one can hear you scream, Rika. We’re both going to fuck you, and you’re going to love every second if it. No one’s coming to help you.

don’t need your warnings. I don’t lose.” “That wasn’t a warning,” he shot back, not taking his eyes off her. “That was a threat.” And then he looked at me as he turned to leave. “Watch your back, brother.

It’s odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there’s barely any separation between who we are and who they are.

when you’re born with the blessing of the right name, connections, and money, you’ll use it. Damon Torrance, son of a media mogul. Kai Mori, son of an influential socialite and banker. William Grayson III, grandson of Senator Grayson. And Michael Crist, son of a real estate developer.

Own who you are.

Tell me more.” His breath fell across my lips. “I want to know everything my brother doesn’t do to you, you little liar.

He jerked me into him, going faster and harder, and the feel of him sliding in and out of me, finally taking me, was doing nothing to ease my need. I was hungrier.

Can we do that again?

Well, it’s like you’re saving your energy for something. Holding back. But it doesn’t make any sense. Life is one-way, and there is no return trip. What are you waiting for?

He needed to lose control, because I was starting to get concerned about whatever he was bottling up.

He was everything. My entire life, I only felt completely alive when he was close, and while I knew nothing would ever be easy with him, I also knew nothing would ever be good without him.

Rika,” he whispered against my neck. “I need you. I need you every day, every hour, every minute…” I brought my head back up, hugging him close and wishing time would stand still. He was everything.

The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality someone else had invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.

What do you see in me that’s so fucking fascinating?” I trembled, just holding his eyes. What did I see in him? The answer was so easy, I didn’t even have to think about it. It was the same thing he saw in me all those years ago down in the catacombs. The hunger.

I just wanted freedom.

Sometimes, I just had to watch her. I had to keep my eyes on her, because it was still so hard to believe that she was real. That she was here and mine.

Are you up for a movie tonight? We could re-watch Thor again. I know you like his hammer.

Stop it.” “I give you everything you need,” he fought, his voice turning angry as he dived into my neck.

She and I were the same, after all. We fought shame every day, struggling with who we could let see the real us, and we’d finally found each other

Fucking Trevor,” Will grumbled,

Yeah, you’re going to be in my bed, baby, but not until you wish you hated me.

Michael,” she panted softly. “I never wanted anyone else. Don’t you see that?

He was always game. And thanks to his tutelage, now so was I. He’d corrupted me.

Unease weighed on my shoulders, and I let out a breath. I need her. I want her.

I love you, Michael.

You like pussy, Rika?” Anger heated my skin. I pulled my seatbelt back on, not looking at him as I answered. “I’d take one to bed before your dick.

Dip your toe in every ocean and try everything and anything.

Because you can’t win if you don’t play

Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper. I wanted her and everything she was. At least for tonight.

You talked about an ungrateful generation whose lives revolve around the technology yours gave us. I just don’t…” I paused. “I just don’t think that’s a useful perspective.” “Clarify.” I straightened in my seat, sitting forward, away from Damon’s touch. “Well, it’s like taking your child to an auto lot to buy a car and being angry when they choose a car,” I explained. “I don’t think it’s right to get aggravated with the public for utilizing conveniences that are made available to them.” He talked about my generation’s “bloated sense of entitlement,” but it went much deeper than that. “But they don’t fully appreciate the convenience of it in their lives,” Professor Cain argued. “Because it’s not a convenience to them,” I shot back, growing stronger. “It’s their normal, because their frame of reference is different than yours was growing up. And we’ll say it’s a convenience when our children have things we didn’t. But again, that won’t be a convenience to them, either. It will be their normal.

Do you like women?” she asked matter-of-factly. My eyes rounded, and a laugh lodged in my throat. “Uh,” I choked out. “Well, it’s never really occurred to me.” Damn. Got to hand it to her. She knew how to get my mind off the guys.

I shouldn’t be able to look at her. I shouldn’t love to touch her, and I shouldn’t need to feel her wrapped around my cock every second since I’d first had her last night. She wasn’t mine. She would never be mine. And I shouldn’t want her.

But those differences strengthened us back then. As individuals we had weaknesses, but as the Horsemen we were invincible. We each brought something different to the table, and where one lacked, the others stepped in. We were a unit, on and off the court.

But he still should’ve confronted me. What were they hoping to gain with revenge, other than pleasure in someone else’s torture? Would it accomplish anything, take away what happened, or move their lives forward? Had their worlds become so small in prison?

Michael leaned in, his voice turning low and heavy. “And how about me?” I swallowed, still studying my drink. What song described him? What band? That was like trying to pick one food to eat for the rest of your life. “Disturbed,” I said, naming the band and still looking down at the glass. He said nothing. Only remained still before finally sitting back and tipping his drink up to his lips. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, and I kept my breathing even. “Drowning Pool, Three Days Grace, Five Finger Death Punch,” I continued, “Thousand Foot Krutch, 10 Years, Nothing More, Breaking Benjamin, Papa Roach, Bush…” I paused, exhaling nice and slow despite the way my heart drummed. “Chevelle, Skillet, Garbage, Korn, Trivium, In This Moment…” I drifted off, peace settling over me as I looked up at him. “You’re in everything.

It’s odd to see how no one is really human to us until we talk to them and realize there’s barely any separation between who we are and who they are. She may have wanted what I had, and I may have wanted less, but we were still both struggling no matter the shoes we walked in.

I hope not,” he said, staring down at her. “Because you’ve corrupted her nice and good. She’s a force now, and it won’t be long before she’s brave enough to demand what she wants. If you don’t give it to her, she’ll find someone else who will.” I turned my head, peering over at him. “I don’t need your warnings. I don’t lose.” “That wasn’t a warning,” he shot back, not taking his eyes off her. “That was a threat.” And then he looked at me as he turned to leave. “Watch your back, brother.

Rika was a lot like I was a few years ago. Confused, caged, and corruptible. The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality someone else had invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.

All I knew was that we were the same. Did that mean I’d fall in love with her, marry her, be faithful, and live the same day over and over again in this fucking suburb? No. She and I were built for something different. I would piss her off, I’d be difficult, and I’d be just as much of a nightmare to her as a dream, but after nearly seventeen years of this pull with her, I knew one thing. I would always circle her.

That you don’t have to live in the reality someone else had invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.

Drowning Pool, Three Days Grace, Five Finger Death Punch,” I continued, “Thousand Foot Krutch, 10 Years, Nothing More, Breaking Benjamin, Papa Roach, Bush…” I paused, exhaling nice and slow despite the way my heart drummed. “Chevelle, Skillet, Garbage, Korn, Trivium, In This Moment…” I drifted off, peace settling over me as I looked up at him. “You’re in everything.

The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality someone else had invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.

He looked so alone all the time, and tears lodged in my throat, because we’d all been changed forever. Michael had hated, because he couldn’t take being helpless. Kai had suffered, because his limits had been pushed, I’d gathered. And I had struggled to find out who I was and where I belonged for so long. We’d all been so alone and so lost, wandering aimlessly, because none of us could admit that—not only were we not alone, but we couldn’t be happy alone.

The problem with your generation,” the professor preached, sticking his hands into his pockets, “is a bloated sense of entitlement. You feel owed everything, and you want it now. Why suffer the sweet agony of watching a television series just to find out the big reveal you’ve waited years to discover when you can just wait for the entire series to appear on Netflix and watch all fifty episodes in three days, right?” “Exactly!” a guy on the other side of the room blurted out. “Work smarter, not harder.

Bodies” by Drowning Pool “Breath of Life” by Florence & The Machine “Bullet With a Name” by Nonpoint “Corrupt” by Depeche Mode “Deathbeds” by Bring Me the Horizon “The Devil In I” by Slipknot “Devil’s Night” by Motionless in White “Dirty Diana” by Shaman’s Harvest “Feed the Fire” by Combichrist “Fire Breather” by Laurel “Getting Away with Murder” by Papa Roach “Goodbye Agony” by Black Veil Brides “Inside Yourself” by Godsmack “Jekyll and Hyde” by Five Finger Death Punch “Let the Sparks Fly” by Thousand Foot Krutch “Love the Way You Hate Me” by Like a Storm “Monster” by Skillet “Pray to God (feat. HAIM)” by Calvin Harris “Silence” by Delirium

But they don’t fully appreciate the convenience of it in their lives,” Professor Cain argued. “Because it’s not a convenience to them,” I shot back, growing stronger. “It’s their normal, because their frame of reference is different than yours was growing up. And we’ll say it’s a convenience when our children have things we didn’t. But again, that won’t be a convenience to them, either. It will be their normal." .. “And furthermore,” I went on, “this discussion isn’t useful, because it won’t change anything. You’re angry, because your generation has given mine advances in technology and then blame us for the altered reality? Where’s the accountability?