Cr Jane Quotes

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

He was a psychopath.

It was kind of fun being completely crazy.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

Good girl. That’s my fucking girl.

That had just been a glitch in the system.

Lincoln “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.

through. Transfer the eggs to a plate. Clean the pan (you'll use it again). Assemble the burritos: Spoon about ¼ cup of the avocado-salsa onto each tortilla (you'll have a little leftover salsa; that's for the cook!), followed by a quarter of the sausage, a quarter of the eggs, and ⅓ cup cheese. Fold in the sides of the tortilla over the filling and roll, tucking in the edges as you go. Lightly coat the pan with oil and set over medium heat. When the pan is hot, add the burritos, seam side down. Cook, covered, until the bottom of the burritos are golden brown, about 3 minutes. Flip the burritos over and continue cooking, covered, until golden, a few minutes more. Serve warm.

Very nice, Disney," Ari screamed. "Good fucking boy." Praise kink unlocked. I'd have to examine that later. - Walker

Besides, I wasn't going through just my "date's" purse, I was going through my future wife's. I'd heard that sharing was caring when it came to successful marriages. We were just starting that early on in the process. - Walker

She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life. - Walker

A little handcuffing is the least of what I’d do to keep you. - Walker

If a person could have died from happiness, it would’ve happened to me then. But it was a good thing that it didn’t, because for the first time… I wanted to live. - Olivia

He made me feel different. Like the world didn’t have to be gray anymore. Like it was possible for me to live in a world where colors existed. - Olivia

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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.

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.

If you can believe anything I say, believe this, angel. I will never let you go.

I mean, I’d heard that a million times. Fans trash talked me all the fucking time obviously…but something had me turning my head. And there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Our eyes locked. Mine. I felt lightheaded as I stared at her, the world rearranging around me until all I could see…all I could feel…was her.

She was fucking staring at me. She raised both hands slowly and flipped me off and I almost passed out on the ice, just from having her attention.

I have some big news,” I told Ari and Linc, leaning over to grab a few wings.

I’m going to be a daddy,” I announced,

So you got a one night stand pregnant?” he asked slowly, still very confused. “Naw. She’s the love of my life.” It was the very first time that I was saying it out loud. And I fucking loved it. It felt right.

Holy hell, that’s a big guy,” Dave said with wide-eyes. “Stop looking at it!” I hissed. “It’s a dick tattoo. He kind of has to look at it,” drawled Lincoln, sipping from the beer he’d somehow gotten hold of.

Grabbing her hand, I led her to my bedroom. I had planned for champagne or wine…maybe some pre sex snacks because I always performed best when I wasn’t starving. But that didn’t fit the vibe she was giving me. So straight to sex it was. Hercules, don’t fail me now. “Condom,” she murmured, glancing around my bedroom once I’d led her inside. She was pulling on the jersey, obviously uncomfortable, everything about her saying that she could choose to bolt any minute.

What if… Something took hold of me, the addiction that had been building inside me all night, unfurled, stretching its wings and transforming into…desperation. Uncontrollable desperation.

She wanted to pretend this was a one night thing, but I knew better. And I knew she knew it on some instinctual level too. She wanted to run, because she was scared.

There was one way I could keep her. Trap her so to speak…

I reached back into the drawer, and pulled out the sewing kit I kept in there. I pulled out one of the needles, watching as it glinted ominously under the unforgiving light. No turning back now. Carefully, almost mechanically, I began to puncture the condom package with the needle. One hole, then two, and soon a pattern of tiny punctures formed.

But if we were meant to be, which I knew we were…wouldn’t it be my lucky day.

But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.

Walker Davis was going to ruin me. And maybe it was going to be worth it for once.