Crossed Emily Mcintire Quotes

It’s a cruel place here on earth, filled with people who don’t get it. Who choose not to understand that just because someone is different, it doesn’t mean they’re less than.

She may be your wife, but she is my soul," I whisper against his ear. "And I will cut you up piece by piece and burn your empire until it's soot, just so I can watch her be queen of the ashes.

Si seulement tu savais quel est mon amour pour toi. You consume me, Amaya. Break apart my faith with the fire of a thousand suns and dominate every nightmare until all I dream is you.

I'm going to love you. Because loving you hurts so much more.

For so long, I hated her because I feared her. And now I fear her because I crave her.

Tu es la mienne, au cours de toutes nos vies,’ I whisper in her ear. I push myself away from her, forcing the distance I’d do anything to erase. Then I’m gone, knowing that was goodbye.

Most importantly, I learned not to trust anyone who says they love you, because in the end, they always love themselves the most.

She was a vision in her violence, a fallen angel seeking vengeance for being wronged. She is a masterpiece, and she is mine.

It’s not my fault, I remind myself. I’m only human. And she is…all-consuming. Like hellfire.

There’s a monster in you, child. And God wants me to beat it out.

I'm a simple man who's been reduced to his base instincts to hunt, capture, keep. I want to hear her voice. Smell her skin. Paint my sickness on her soul.

A crush on a fucking priest. Leave it to me to finally have sexual attraction to a man who's so off-limits, he's a one-way ticket to hell.

For everyone who's afraid of making mistakes. To err is to be human. Give yourself some grace.

If she is a succubus, then seduce me. If she is my devil, then I will gladly burn.

Le diable est à l’intérieur de toi,” I hiss. She shakes her head. “I don’t…I don’t know what that means.” I lean down until my words whisper against her coarse, tangled hair. “It means the devil is within you.

If being here is sinful, then this woman is sin, wrapped in a fiery bow.

There's darkness in us all, petite pécheresse. We just have to learn to control it.

But experience shapes us whether we'd like it to or to or not, and the experiences she gave me were valuable lessons.

It draws tourism and money though, and if the United States excels in anything, it’s greed.

If she is my devil, then I will gladly burn

Sister..." I add, right before I walk out of the door. "If something happens to her while I'm gone, I will make the devil look like a saint.

I swear to God my chest feels like it might explode, he’s so happy and free. A lump forms in my throat, and I will back the burn behind my eyes as I watch them together. I’m so fucking angry that this is even a thing I have to feel, that someone treating Quinten like a human being is a gift and not the bare minimum. But the truth is the truth, no matter how ugly it feels.

i need to touch her. i need to feel her against me. i need to erase what any other man has made her feel, to ruin her for even God, until the only one she can pray to is me. but it's not my fault. it's god's for not making man as strong as the devil.

and if the United States excels in anything, it’s greed.

Non, la sorcière?

Je suis désolé, belle. Est- ce que tu vas bien?

Suivez- moi,

Hello, petite pécheresse.

Tu me rends fou,

I am…lost to her.

It might be my own hand making the motions, but it’s Cade who’s going to make me come.

Je suis désolé,

It's dirty. Depraved. Incredible

I find my peace in her. She is my sanctuary. My home. My soul.

IAM A HOLY MAN, BUT MY MONSTER IS FROM HELL.

Leave it to me to finally have sexual attraction to a man who’s so off-limits, he’s a one- way ticket to hell.

I swear I could die right now and burn in hell forever as long as I kept the memory of feeling her come undone beneath my hands.

Péchant. Sinning.

Si seulement tu savais quel est mon amour pour toi. You consume me. Break apart my faith with the fire of a thousand suns and dominate every nightmare until all I dream is you.

Tu es la mienne, au cours de toutes nos vies, I whisper in her ear. I push myself away from her, forcing the distance I’d do anything to erase. Then I’m gone, knowing that was goodbye.

I know every single inch of you, petite pécheresse, as if you were painted by my hands.

She may be your wife, but she is my soul,” I whisper against his ear. “And I will cut you up piece by piece and burn your empire until it’s soot, just so I can watch her be queen of the ashes.

Thoughts are easier to repent for than action.

When you don't have deviations from your day you never meet the unexpected.

You can't get hurt if you don't let anyone in.

But over the years, my beliefs have turned from strict religion into a spiritual fate.

She will be my downfall, because I am just a man, and for her, I am weak.

Slowly, her body slackens, and it’s only when I see the life leave her doped- up eyes that the violent need within me fizzles out until it’s nothing but burnt ash, my sickness dissipating like it was never there at all.

For so long, I hated her because I feared her. And now I fear her because I crave her.

But the truth is the truth, no matter how ugly it feels.

All things come with time, I remind myself.

This woman has bewitched me. Hexed me. Stolen my voice from God and made it sing just for her.

though, and if the United States excels in anything, it’s greed.

I learned that it’s women with the real power, only most women don’t realize it.

Because I just gave Amaya an alibi.

Tu es la mienne, au cours de toutes nos vies,” I whisper in her ear.

Chuckling, I lean down. “I won’t tell you to seek absolution from my mythical figure tonight, Monsieur Errien. You see, I worship Her now…so it’s to Amaya that you should pray. May She have mercy on your soul.

Why would God put her in my path if not for her to become mine?

I think we need to set some boundaries,” she finally says. “You can start by apologizing.” Chuckling, I run a hand down my face. “For? I’ve done nothing except be weak for you.

It’s so weird that no matter how much time passes, a simple scent can bring emotions you’ve buried for years roaring back as though they never left in the first place.

How can anyone blame me?” he rasps. “I am a man of God, mon trésor, but I am still just a man.

She is my Bible. My scripture. My religion. She is everything, and I am nothing without her.

I need to erase what any other man has made her feel, to ruin her for even God, until the only one she can pray to is me.

Out of all the demons I've ever encountered, she has to be the worst. She tortures me until I'm sure I'd miss the pain if she wasn't near.

But somehow, Cade worked his way through the shield, and maybe that's what true strength really is. Allowing yourself the chance to be hurt and finding your faith through the fear.

... but truthfully, I'm finding it hard to care for the why as long as it is.

But I don't have a choice. Every transaction is another pile of dirt on my unmarked grave, burying me alive. And the only person who can dig me out is the same man who's got the shovel.

Every transaction is another pile of dirt on my unmarked grave, burying me alive. And the only person who can dig me out is the same man who’s got the shovel.

I’ve been objectified for as long as I can remember, puberty hitting me early and showcasing just how little people care for a girl’s age as long as she’s aesthetically pleasing to their baser instincts.

Nature is all about balance, and I believe energy can absolutely be wielded and manipulated. Maybe if any of these people took time to actually learn about what they’re afraid of, what they’re biased against, they’d realize there’s nothing to fear at all.

I’m not scared for me. I just…” Dalia knows. Of course she does. Out of anyone in the world, she’s the only one who gets me fully. No matter what happens, I’ll survive. I’ll persevere, the way I always do. But I worry for Quinten. He’s my whole heart, and if I’m not around to be with him, how can I protect him? Nurture him? Make sure he’s able to thrive and be the fucking phenomenal human I know he is?

But experience shapes us whether we’d like it to or not, and the experiences she gave me were valuable lessons. I learned to not plant roots when you wouldn’t be around to tend to the soil. How to care for my brother by remembering all the ways I wished she had cared for me.

I get it, okay? Believe me. But the truth is that we can only protect him so much, and even when we do, we’re still going to live through it. It’s painful sometimes to realize that other people don’t understand or…or don’t care. And it fucking sucks.” Emotion clogs my throat, tears burning behind my eyes. “It sucks to know you have the best kid in the world and can’t protect him from everyone else’s ugliness.” She nods. “But he’s got me.” I shrug. “And now he’s got you too. And he knows, Dalia. He knows we’d burn the world just to make him smile. And I have to believe that one day, he’ll have others.

But I'm starting to realize that when it comes to her, I am weak in every way that matters. And I'm wondering if I'll be able to kill her at all.

Tu es la mienne, au cours de toutes nos vies,

His stare immediately finds mine, and like a moth to a flame, I take an involuntary step closer.

But temptation is a devastating mistress. It’s not my fault, I remind myself. I’m only human. And she is…all- consuming. Like hellfire.

Another notch in my already scarred heart. So many more now than there were a few short months ago. Only now, I’m stronger. I’ve been through more, and I have someone by my side and in my corner.