Cr Jane Quotes

How can there be anyone else when you exist in the world?

Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.

Very nice, Disney,” Ari screamed. “Good fucking boy.” Praise kink unlocked. I’d have to examine that later.

He was a psychopath.

If you ever wear another man’s jersey, I will kill that man. So be careful, sweetheart.

Lincoln: When your girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet, you don’t take chances. Meeting you on a plane—that’s fucking romance book shit. Not happening.

Have you ever been in love?” she murmured, those green eyes staring at me like I was fucking everything. I was still inside her. It was where I wanted to live. “Not until I saw you.” It was the most honest thing I’d ever told her.

It was crazy how he understood me. How he was so willing to be this steady, perfect force for me.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

It was kind of fun being completely crazy.

Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going.

Just don’t fucking hurt yourself anymore. I don’t want to have to sedate you again.” A sob slipped out. “How can you just say that to me? What is wrong with you?” He shrugged and kissed my lips softly. “I’ve stopped asking myself that, baby.

And it was then that I noticed the dark black cursive script etched on the pink skin, the outline of the letters an angry red color that bordered a new tattoo. “What?” I murmured, leaning forward so I could read it. MONROE. His cock was tattooed with my name.

I love you. And I’ll never stop,” he told me. “I’d do anything for you…I’d live for you.

Is this what madness felt like?

How did you explain to someone that didn’t know you, that you breathed for them?

I feel like I’ve been searching for something real, darlin’, for a long fucking time. And I don’t know how to explain it…but when I met you that night. I found my real.

You think you don’t have a claim on me?” he finally growled, breaking the sex-fueled silence. “You think it’s possible for anyone else to exist now that I’ve found you?

Dahlia,” I murmured, and she winced because she could hear the ache in my voice. “If I have to, I’ll love you enough for the both of us.

I had spent years feeling unworthy, like I was something temporary, like love was something I could borrow but never keep.

That you’re going to be mine until the day we die and for all our lifetimes after that. There’s no me without you.

Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all.

I thought about fate alot, about how the tides could turn and change…about how one moment, one decision…could change your whole life… Like what happened when I had the pucking wrong date…and I ended up with a happily ever after.

Loving you isn’t some fucking chore. It’s not a weight around my neck, not something I have to suffer through. You think you’re hard to love, but you don’t get it. You don’t understand that loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

She was going to leave me, and I knew there would be no way to reason with her, not so close to finding everything out. I would’ve been able to track her down–the tracker she thought was just a birth control implant took care of that–but even being away from her for that long was something I couldn’t allow. Right and wrong had somehow lost meaning since I’d found her.

Parker: You’re stalking her, aren’t you? Me: I prefer to call it strategically placing myself in her orbit. Matty: You say that like it sounds less insane. Parker: I don’t think it sounds insane at all. Matty: You wouldn’t, Mr. I Like to Watch Casey While She Sleeps.

Probably because he was smug in his safeness thanks to the tracker I’d installed in that manly friendship bracelet he had around his wrist. Thanks to me always gently observing him, he was guaranteed to have a backup in case anything happened to him. I was such a good friend.

When something feels this fucking good, you don’t fight it. You just follow it to the ends of the earth, no matter where it takes you.” “I’m scared,” I admitted, and he nodded. “I’ll show you how good it can be. Until you’re not scared anymore. Until trusting me is as easy as breathing.

I had no idea who she was. But for a heartbeat, I forgot about the game, the score…the pressure. I was entranced. Nothing else mattered. I stared at her angelic face in blind amazement until I lost my mind and I blew her a kiss, watching in awe as her gorgeous face screwed up in disgust, gold flecked eyes unaware that she’d just changed my fucking world.

He's broken, and broken things are only happy when everything else around them is just as broken as they are.

When something feels this fucking good, you don’t fight it. You just follow it to the ends of the earth, no matter where it takes you.

The hearts beating inside the home held a much greater significance than how nice, or not nice, the house actually was.

She stared at me for a long moment, and it kind of felt like she was holding my destiny in her hands. A scary thing to think for sure. - Walker

I wanted to choose that out of control lust, where all you wanted was that moment, where all you wanted was that guy. Just for tonight.

The fall of dropping water wears away the stone." Lucretius

Good boy.

When you had put so much love into someone, it was hard to think your love meant nothing in the end.

Sure you don’t want to talk about those videos on your phone?” he called out casually to me. I froze in place…goosebumps gathering on my skin.

With you, I've found my hope, my love, my safe place.

We were about to pop open a casket and steal a ring off a dead woman’s finger. If that didn’t scream “secret society,” I didn’t know what did.

Like a whisper turning into a shout. Like colors filling an empty canvas. Like a song coming to life under my fingertips.

You can’t steal something that belongs to you,

How could life continue on when Ben wasn’t here? The world hadn’t stopped like mine had. It just kept moving, indifferent to the gaping hole his absence had left.

It has a tracker in there,” he said proudly. “Because best friends stalk each other.

Gray’s right,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I couldn’t get you out of my head.

I was also becoming more and more convinced that…I liked this. I actually liked this twisted game of control. To see the depths he’d go to keep me.

Hey, Thatcher, your dick’s the size of a tic-tac,” Clayton, one of the aforementioned corners, taunted. “That’s why your mom’s breath smells so good,

There it is,” I murmured, feeling strangely satisfied. “There what is?” she asked, still smiling. “The first laugh. The first step toward our inevitable love story.

Yes, that’s it. Look at you, coming on my big cock. What a fucking good girl.

You and I both know this was inevitable, the kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I’m not going to be your rebound, Casey Larsen. I’m your end game.

Because I have a boyfriend.” “You should probably put him on notice then, sunshine,” he murmured with a slightly crazed grin. “Of what?” I whispered. “Of the fact he’s about to lose his girl.

At least I wouldn’t have to worry about her tonight. I’d copied her key, and after she fell asleep…we’d be having a sleepover party. Other people might call that scary stalker behavior. I called it true love.

I'd never let her leave, I thought as I drove. No matter what, I'd make her happy, even if it meant locking her up and waiting for fucking Stockholm Syndrome to take hold. My thoughts were fucked, I knew that.

Men liked to talk about themselves and see their women as a reflection of their own interests. A woman with not much to say for herself, and no past to interfere with his plans, got what she wanted faster. I’d

Did you know Aurora carries a knife all the time too?” “I knew I liked her,” I said lightly. Cain’s gaze swept toward mine, hardening. “She stabbed two men tonight.” Interesting. “Did we like them?” “We did not.

I stared at him, the boy who’d been my constant, my refuge, my home for so long. But he’d also deserted me when I’d needed him the most. And then he’d treated me like I was an afterthought instead of the love of his life.

I opened my mouth to argue, until I realized I had that confusing, warm feeling inside me again. The idea that he was so obsessed with me that he wanted to watch me when he was out of the house was…hot. Psycho, but hot. Fuck. I needed a therapist.

This win…” He paused, almost like he was gathering the right words. “It’s for someone special. My soulmate’s brother, Ben Larsen. A man I never got to meet, but wish I had. I respect him immensely, and I know he’s watching out for her and us, wherever he is.

The Davis family had a curse. Or at least they liked to think that they did. Our male family members tended to be one look and that’s all kind of people. When they found “the one,” that was it. I hadn’t believed that it was true—it couldn’t be true. Holy shit.

Sometimes it hurt being this close to her because all I wanted was for her to be mine. I wanted to latch myself onto her and stitch her to my side so we were never apart. That sounded creepy, but I obviously meant it in the most obsessed, deranged, love-struck way, of course.

Sorry, Soto. I can’t even pretend to like you.” Soto’s face curled up in a snarl as he dropped his fake ass peace offering. “Fuck you, Lancaster.” I winked at him. “Sorry, not without dinner first. Your tiny dick would be so forgettable, I’d have to at least get a steak out of it.

She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty. She had me and every other guy—and girl—in the room doing double takes. I immediately wanted to gouge out all their eyes with the fork on the table in front of me. Mine, my insides–and my dick–were screaming.

Her head snapped up, and the second her wide, honey-colored eyes met mine, something clicked into place inside me. Like the fucking universe had just aligned in my favor. Like I’d been waiting my whole life to meet her. It was over. I was done. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

So you’ve come to the master, young grasshopper," Lincoln mused. I threw up a middle finger before realizing I wasn’t on Facetime and he couldn’t see me. “Just so you know, I told Walker you were cool. I’m going to have to go back and tell him otherwise now…just because you tried to Mr. Miyagi me.” “Do you want my help or not?” “Yes, I need your help! That’s why I fucking called!” “Then call me Mr. Miyagi.” I stared at my phone in disbelief. “Is this real life? Am I being punked?” “Final offer.” “Uggggh. Fine. Can you help me, Mr. Miyagi?” “I thought you would never ask,” Lincoln said calmly, only laughing after I growled at him.

With every step back to the bedroom, I felt more sure, like I was shedding the weight of trying to be the good guy all the time. I'd be that good guy eventually. I'd make all her dreams - whatever they were - come true. But in order to have the chance to be the good guy... I was going to have to be the villain first. - Walker

And maybe that’s what love really was—not just filling a void, but building something beautiful out of the empty places. He’d become my world, my everything, the person who made me feel safe in a way I never thought I’d feel again. In his arms, I knew I wasn’t alone anymore. And I was ready, achingly ready, to start my happily ever after…with him.

Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all. The ache of missing him was sharp, and I was sure it was a wound that would never heal.

MRS. BENTLEY’S CHORIZO BREAKFAST BURRITOS Servings: 4 INGREDIENTS FOR THE AVOCADO-TOMATO SALSA 1 large avocado, peeled, pitted, and diced ½ cup diced seeded tomatoes, from 1 to 2 tomatoes 1 small shallot, minced (about 2 tablespoons) 1 clove garlic, minced 1 jalapeño pepper, seeded and minced 1 tablespoon fresh lime juice, from 1 lime ½ teaspoon salt ¼ teaspoon ground cumin ¼ cup fresh chopped cilantro FOR THE BURRITOS 4 large eggs ¼ teaspoon smoked paprika ¼ teaspoon salt ½ lb spicy chorizo removed from casings 1⅓ cups (6 oz) shredded Monterey Jack cheese 4 (10-in) burrito-size flour tortillas Vegetable oil INSTRUCTIONS Make the Avocado-Tomato Salsa: Place all of the ingredients in a medium bowl and mix to combine. Set aside. In a medium bowl, whisk the eggs with the smoked paprika and salt. Set aside. Heat a large nonstick pan over medium-high heat. Add the sausage and cook, stirring frequently, until browned, 4 to 5 minutes. Use a slotted spoon to transfer the sausage from the pan to a plate, leaving the drippings in the pan. Reduce the heat to low. Add the eggs and scramble until just cooked

My face turned red as I brushed my hair out of my eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "I can get my own seat," I protested. He smiled slyly. "I'm aware. But I'd much rather be your seat." I hesitated for a moment, but then his golden gaze drew me in, again, and before I knew it, I found myself sliding onto his lap. “Oh,” I murmured, realizing he was…hard. This was going to be an interesting dinner. “Just ignore it,” he said casually. “It's been an ongoing problem since meeting you.

Every little thing about her was under my skin, from that shy smile to the way her eyes told me everything she was feeling. Fuck. I couldn’t think of anything else that mattered anymore. Everything I did was a means to an end to make her happy, to help build this thing I wanted more than anything else. Every step I took was light, charged, like I had a live wire running through me. I wanted to text her already, just to keep some connection going, as if being with her for hours today wasn’t enough.

Obviously I never met your brother, but I feel like I’ve gotten a pretty good idea of who he was from what you’ve told me. And the kind of guy who loves his sister like that…he’d never be okay with a man treating her badly—his best friend or not.” I opened my mouth to object. To say that maybe I hadn’t taken enough time to listen to Gray. Maybe he needed help with a drinking problem, and I’d turned my back on him when he needed me the most. Maybe I hadn’t been a good enough girlfriend… It was like she could read my mind. “You are not responsible for a man’s bad behavior, Casey. Now repeat that for me, right the fuck now.” “I am not responsible for a man’s bad behavior,” I repeated obediently.

MABEL’S CHOCOLATE CHIP PUDDING COOKIES Servings: 15 cookies INGREDIENTS • 2 ¼ cups (281g) all purpose flour spooned and leveled • 1 teaspoon baking soda • ½ teaspoon salt • 1 cup (2 sticks; 227g) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature (vegan butter works too) • ¾ cup (150g) light brown sugar packed • ¼ cup (50g) granulated sugar • 1 (3.4-ounce) package instant vanilla pudding mix • 2 large eggs room temperature • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract • 2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips INSTRUCTIONS • Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper and set aside. • In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda and salt and set aside. • In a separate bowl with a hand mixer, or in the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, cream the butter, brown sugar, and white sugar on high speed until light and creamy, at least 3 minutes. Do not skip this step.  • Add the dry pudding mix, vanilla and eggs and beat on high for 2-3 minutes, until light and fluffy. • Slowly add half of the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and turn the mixer on low speed to start so the flour doesn't get everywhere. Turn the mixer up to high speed and mix until combined. Add the rest of the dry ingredients and repeat until dough is just combined. Stir in the chocolate chips with a rubber spatula until incorporated. • Use a large cookie scoop or ¼ cup measuring cup to drop the cookie dough balls onto the prepared baking sheet. Bake for 10-12 minutes, or until slightly golden and just set on the top. Allow to cool on the baking sheet for two minutes then transfer to a baking rack to cool completely.

I had to admit, I’d missed this in my vision board. That I would find myself standing in a room full of half naked, perfect specimens of men as they all started chanting along with Ari.

That sometimes the universe will challenge us. It will take away everything. But every one of us has the power to change our fate. You just have to fight for what you want no matter how much it hurts.

Alright, dream girl. I’ll give you tonight. But you and me…its fucking real. It’s the realest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life. And sooner or later, you’re going to realize it too.

People always wanted to do that, tell you that everything would be alright. But what if we were actually fucking honest with one another? What if we fucking told the guy whose wife was cheating on him that, in fact, everything would not be alright? That he would miss her and hate her for the rest of his life. What if we told the girl that her mother would never actually love her because she was too selfish to see past herself? What if the world would just tell me that I would always be messed up from what had happened that night? Wouldn’t that save the world a whole lot of useless hopes and dreams if we simply started telling it like it was? “I

I’d do whatever it took to keep her. Even if that meant locking her in this fucking penthouse for weeks, months, years. I could make her love me again. I knew I could.

I watched her sleep like my darkest dream in my bed, knowing she'd be out for hours thanks to the sedative I’d shot her with.

She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty. She had me and every other guy—and girl—in the room doing double takes.

If you were my girl, there wouldn’t be anything that would keep me away.

I am so fucking tired of being the villain in my own story, Ari. And I have no idea how to stop.

No, Sky. I’ll probably love you in this life and the next, and all the ones that will follow. I won’t be able to prevent it. Don’t you see? It’s you, Sky. It’s always been you. It will always be you.

because when she leaves… she’ll take with her the only light that ever showed me the way home.

I stayed there, just watching him. Thinking that some soulmates are born to find each other. But others are ruined.

The picture that came in then, it was life changing. Like my DNA had been rewritten. Like my stars had rearranged themselves. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I didn’t believe in love at all. But if I could have, I would have fallen in love with the girl in that picture.

Maybe she’d been waiting for me like I’d been waiting for her. Maybe I could get her to want me as much as I was wanting her.

We’d either be blissfully, completely happy with an ever after that overshadowed every love story that had ever been told. Or we would destroy each other.

I was a predator, and she was my prey. But she was more than that. She was my salvation, the one person who could make me feel alive again. I was willing to do whatever it took to keep her by my side, to make her see that we were meant to be together. And nothing, not even her, would stand in the way of that.

What the fuck⁠—” “It’s my dick in a box,” he said in a completely serious voice. “Want to unwrap it?” He jostled the box for good measure and I could hear his dick smacking the sides of the box as he moved.

demented clown.

He was like Jabba the Hutt in human form–grotesque and repulsive.

Dirtying her with my cum, spreading it across her skin every day.

I reached out and brushed my thumb along her full bottom lip, softly spreading my cum.

What was it about those words that universally ruined panties?

His cock was tattooed with my name.

An obsessed one.

Olivia, I’m the one that’s sorry. Because clearly I’ve been doing a shitty job of showing just how much I love you. You're not a burden, you're my everything. Everything,” I repeated fiercely. “I breathe for you. I covet you. I spend every second of every day thinking about you. A burden?” I scoffed. “The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone can when you’re holding a piece of their soul.

When I finally reached out and grabbed it, my fate was sealed. I just didn’t know it yet.

He reached between us and pulled his cock free from his tight pants, and I was deceased. Because Ari Lancaster's cock was completely pierced from root to tip. A Jacob's ladder extending from the bottom of his gigantic dick, all the way to the top.

thought it was healthy that I recognized that was an insane thought.