Den Of Vipers Quotes

Sometimes in life, you meet people worth dying for, and they are usually the same people who are also worth living for. But you can’t always have both.

And from myself? I learned it’s okay to love yourself. Even the darkest parts of you. No matter the shape, size, or weirdness you came with. Embrace your scars and never be ashamed to be who you are, because there is only one of you.

You are a den of vipers and thieves. I intend to rout you out, and by the eternal God, I will rout you out.

Each person that comes into your life offers you a new world, a new place and feelings, not always good, and from each one we have the opportunity to learn. Whether we accept those lessons is on us.

Throw me to the wolves, and I will come back leading the pack.

They’re going to learn that money can’t buy obedience. I’m no man’s object. They are going to regret the day they took me. Vipers? Bitch, please, I bite too.

So you have demons? Baby, they match mine.

Sometimes you don’t need to find a hero, it’s enough to find someone who will stand with you in the dark and not be afraid of blood and death. No, sometimes you don’t need a hero…you need a criminal, a villain.

When you fuck with Vipers, you get fangs.

That woman—she’s a fucking hurricane.

Seriously, Garrett, whose first thought is to slap an intruder with their cock?” She throws her hands in the air.

He steps closer, and this time I don’t retreat. “I lied,” he croaks. “I will follow you always. I’ll hunt you across this world. Even if you hate me, us, for it. I will drag you back kicking and screaming. Hit me, slap me, fight me. I don’t care, the pain is worth it to have you with me, darling. I love you too much to let you go. I’m too fucking selfish to let the best thing to ever happen to us walk away. You’re ours.

Gentlemen! I too have been a close observer of the doings of the Bank of the United States. I have had men watching you for a long time, and am convinced that you have used the funds of the bank to speculate in the breadstuffs of the country. When you won, you divided the profits amongst you, and when you lost, you charged it to the bank. You tell me that if I take the deposits from the bank and annul its charter I shall ruin ten thousand families. That may be true, gentlemen, but that is your sin! Should I let you go on, you will ruin fifty thousand families, and that would be my sin! You are a den of vipers and thieves. I have determined to rout you out, and by the Eternal, (bringing his fist down on the table) I will rout you out!

When you’re a kid, they tell you stories of monsters hiding under your bed or in the dark. They don’t tell you of the very real human ones. Those who prey on people weaker than them, or even the monsters that hide within ourselves.

Diesel’s face splits with a grin. “I think I’m in love. Do you think she would shoot me if I ask?

So what will I do for her? Everything.

Just once, I want someone to match me, to not burn in my fire, but be reborn in it.

I got some information,” Diesel starts, his tone serious before he grins. “Roxy is a screamer. I can inform her dad now.

Because Roxxane was never meant to be locked away. She is meant to be free, wild, and uncontrolled.

Love, love is enduring. Love is blind. Love is messy and so perfect, we search our entire lives for it, even when we think we aren’t. I guess I wasn’t either, but I found it anyway in the form of four criminals. Their hearts as dark as their souls.

She can’t know the true depth of feelings I have for her, that even though I try to stay impartial, that I try to hate her, I can’t. Because I’m falling in love with her.

Pissed and bored isn’t a good combination for me.

I’d rather deal with the devil we know than the one we don’t.

I look at her, raise my eyebrow, and she just shrugs. “He was rude, plus that was one time…okay, maybe more than once, but honestly, people with dicks always think they know best and can act like they own you. I remind them that vaginas are stronger than dicks, as ours are inside and yours hang out…ready to be chopped off.

I looked into the dark and embraced my fear because hurt comes both day and night. The monsters don't wait for the sun to set, this isn't a goddamn fairy tale. This is life and monsters...monsters are everywhere. But they are human. Flesh and blood like me and you

A woman can be strong and weak. Beautiful and scarred. Scared and brave. Smart and sexy.

because somewhere along the way, 'I hate you' became our 'I love you

I’m falling in love with you, darling,” I murmur, and she freezes. “Don’t, love has a way of changing to hate,” she whispers

Just two broken souls meeting in a blood-stained bedroom, both lost until we are in each other’s arms.

She will save us all. And we will damn her.

They picked the wrong fucking girl. I’ve been fighting longer than I’ve been walking.

Smashing my head back, I connect with the guy’s chin, stomping on his foot as I elbow his junk and slip out of his hold while he grunts in pain. Thank you very much, Miss Congeniality.

I want their bite, I want their particular brand of venom coursing through my veins, remaking me into their girl.

It’s been a whole two days since I got to kill someone, and I’m getting restless.

Holy shit, darling, that’s fucking incredible. I swear I’m way too goddamn hard right now.” Kenzo laughs.

You thought I would let you leave? I told you, you’re mine, they would have to kill me to stop me from coming after you.

Rich or poor, it doesn’t matter, humans are still monsters. They hide behind pretty faces, loved ones, blood. Yet they are all the same. They all want you for something, the difference is…how far they’re willing to go to get it. It seems the Vipers will go all the way.

Because the truth is, I know at the base of all people, at their very core…all they care about is themselves. What something can bring them, do for them, and when push comes to shove, they will always choose themselves.

They aren’t knights in shining armour, no, they are the villains in the dark, with brooding eyes and beast-like tendencies. I never needed a knight. I needed a body to stand with me in the dark, and these snakes? They do.

She’s my fucking obsession, my weakness, and my strength in the sweetest goddamn package.

Never underestimate a woman, because those seen as weak have a lot less to lose than those with everything.

Diesel is a fucking mad dog, Ryder is an arrogant asshole, and Kenzo is a charming psychopath… I can’t figure Garrett out.

For all my intentions at keeping her at bay, the little minx has got behind my armour, and now, even my own heart is on the line. Held in this woman’s grasp.

Vipers never die. Vipers never fall…unless it’s for a tattooed, foul-mouthed bar owner.

Do not fucking touch him, darling,” comes a low, deadly voice next to my head as lips meet my cheek. “Or I will have to kill him before we have our fun.

He knows what I am—death. Ryder might be the face, Garret might be the enforcer, the muscle, and Kenzo the dealer… but me? I’m the fucking Grim Reaper.

I’ve been flirting with death since I was a kid, and dying for the people you love seems like a good way to go.

I know you’ve seen the shit life has to offer, but you still smile, still laugh.

I’m the fucking Grim Reaper.

Together, we could be something amazing, or we could explode.

She looks at me then with tears in her eyes. “Bars don’t hurt you. Bars don’t betray you. I loved someone, so deeply, and he left.” “He left you?” I ask, eyes narrowed at her loving someone other than me. I want to kill him. Would it be too much to hunt him down?

You keep saying you don’t want to be like your father.” I look to Kenzo and Ryder. “Your mother.” I look to Diesel. “Your anger and hate.” I look at Garrett then. “But the question isn’t who you don’t want to be, but who you do want to be. I think you’ve finally decided,” I whisper, tears in my eyes. “And so have I. I want to be yours.

There’s a reason they all call me Swinger, and it ain’t ’cause I go to sex parties. Sliding closer to the bar, I slip my hand behind it, connecting with the smooth wood of my trusty bat, the bitch smacker.

Gentlemen, I have had men watching you for a long time and I am convinced that you have used the funds of the bank to speculate in the breadstuffs of the country. When you won, you divided the profits amongst you, and when you lost, you charged it to the bank. You tell me that if I take the deposits from the bank and annul its charter, I shall ruin ten thousand families. That may be true, gentlemen, but that is your sin! Should I let you go on, you will ruin fifty thousand families, and that would be my sin! You are a den of vipers and thieves.

I learned it’s okay to love yourself. Even the darkest parts of you. No matter the shape, size, or weirdness you came with. Embrace your scars and never be ashamed to be who you are, because there is only one of you.

Goddamn, Roxy, how are you this fucking perfect? Even when you’re fighting me, you make it so easy to love you, to want you,” I murmur, licking along her chin to her chest as I kiss over her heart. “To need you. I only ever feel alive when I’m inside you.

When you find love, you hold on hard. It’s a fragile little thing, and once it’s gone, it leaves a hole and memories, we all know that. Ones you wish you could relive, but from every love, you learn something. Something important. From my mother, I learned to be strong. From my father, I learned to embrace pain. From Rich, I learned to love while it lasts and that endings aren’t always a bad thing. From my Vipers, I learned love is unconditional and can come at the strangest of times and places. And from myself? I learned it’s okay to love yourself. Even the darkest parts of you. No matter the shape, size, or weirdness you came with. Embrace your scars and never be ashamed to be who you are, because there is only one of you. And if you don’t love you, how can anyone else? I am imperfectly perfect. I am a lover and a fighter. I am strong and weak. I can be cruel and a killer, but also kind and a healer. I am all of those things, and loving my weaknesses means I can embrace my strengths and be just whom I want to be.

I watch as he lifts the knife covered in blood. It reminds me of Diesel, and weirdly, my pussy clenches…like, really, ho? Now is not the time.

I am who I am, I shouldn’t make excuses for it.

We all bleed the same colour,

I’ve been scared nearly every day of my life, eventually, you stop letting it control you and get so used to it that it’s just another day.

Even snakes fear other snakes,

into laughter. She grins but props her hand on her hip. “Seriously, Garrett, whose first thought is to slap an intruder with their cock?” She throws her hands in the air.

What started as a business deal has grown into something much more than we could have ever imagined. A life. A home. Love.

Some people are born with a rage, a need to hurt. Some are born greedy, an addictive personality. Others hide it well, but in the end, we’re all the same. We all bleed the same colour, and we are all just searching for something to make the truth of our souls disappear so we feel like good people.

I landed on my left shoulder, which isn’t working. Shit, I think I dislocated it. Fuck me, John Wick made that shit look easy. He lied, it hurts like a son of bitch, worse than that first cock in the ass.

It seems Rob’s daughter is quite the legend. Name’s Roxy, owns that dive joint across town like he said. Lot of bastards even seem scared of the girl, others respect her. She ain’t going to be an easy take.

If you’ve never had a parent let you down, hurt you, and break your heart, then you don’t know how it feels. They’re supposed to protect you, love you, yet my parents are the reason I’m scared. I learned from a young age that they’re the ones who hurt me, no one else. They don’t care if I live or die, I’m just an object to them.

I see the pain in your eyes, I know because I used to see it in mine. Someone hurt you, someone you trusted. Someone you loved. It changes you, it breaks you down, and in its place is a broken creature. One whose whole world crumbled.

Don’t let her come,” Ryder orders, and I tremble from the force growing inside me. “You don’t get a reward for walking away, Roxxane. You will take their cocks and cum like a good girl, and only when we’re finished will we decide if you get a release or not.

That’s the thing, though, life doesn’t owe you a goddamn fucking thing. It doesn’t owe you life, you have to fight for it to endure and survive. And I did. It’s filled with moments, of winding paths and unexpected turns. Each person that comes into your life offers you a new world, a new place and feelings, not always good, and from each one, we have the opportunity to learn. Whether we accept those lessons is on us.

Yes, they can be cold, evil bastards, and this…this relationship didn’t start off in the best way. But what ever does in real life? They aren’t knights in shining armour, no, they are the villains in the dark, with brooding eyes and beast-like tendencies. I never needed a knight.

I can’t believe you did that,” Roxxane hisses, smacking my arm. Peering down at her, I stop my lips from curling into a smile. She’s so brave. “I’ll do worse to protect what’s mine, remember that, love,” I whisper, before pressing my hand to her back and leading her from the room.

So too did any doubts about the involvement of Loki, god of mischief. That capricious deity was clearly up to his old tricks. How else to explain how a man who adored women-and who was adored by them-found himself with a bride who faced the marriage bed with less enthusiasm than she would a viper-infested den?

Blood doesn’t always mean family. Sometimes you find your family in friends, in father- and mother-like figures…or in lovers. I look around and smile, thinking sometimes you find that when you’re least expecting it. Our family might be messed up, hateful, powerful, and rich…but when we are together, we’re happy. We are safe, and that’s all that matters.

Stupid fucking vagina, it doesn’t seem to care that they bought us. Or that they probably plan to kill us. She’s a hussy and is all like, yes, but they are hot.

I love you with all the broken, blood-stained pieces of me,

Diesel puts on his bright purple fanny pack, complete with a sparkly unicorn on the front. I don’t question it, because we honestly don’t have time for his crazy.

Okay, three guys. I’ve taken more than that, and I don’t mean sexually…though that’s true now, I guess.

I love you, Little Bird. You're the gasoline to my fire.

You are not coming.” His voice is suddenly hard. I step away from him. “Why not?” “Because you never take your beloved gerbil to a viper’s den.

That’s what she is. A work of art.

She’s fucked up, but I am too. Together, we could be something amazing, or we could explode.

My pussy basically starts a Garrett fan club then, pom poms and all.

Sometimes, I forget they are murderers, killers, and snakes. Sometimes, I don’t care.

I was deemed too insane to deal with employees after I burned one of their eyes out for calling me scum.

but he learned how to live in the dark. Kenzo walks that line, and Ryder? Ryder holds it all back with pure fucking strength. Me? I beat it down.

Kenzo leans forward. “Darling, accept this. We plan to spoil you a lot.

I learned a lesson that lives with me always. Death comes for all of us, and until it does, we have to do our fucking best to live. To live our lives to the fullest, to never regret. To love so deeply it could fill an ocean, to not let fear stop you from being who you want to be. Because if you don’t, if you let fear win, regret will eat you up and it will be all you have at the end.

I’m telling you this because I want you to know it doesn’t matter where you come from—from the dumps or skyscrapers—evil is still evil. We might have bled onto marble floors, but we still bled,

Fuck, this might be my new favourite gun, knowing it’s been in your pussy. Every time I use it to kill, every time blood covers it, I’ll think of you screaming your release with it buried in your sweet cunt.

I feel the pounding of her pulse against my hand as it lazily wraps around her throat. Leaning down, I murmur against her lips, unable to help myself. “There is nowhere in this world you can go, nowhere you can escape us, princess.” I crave her heat, her body, her mind, even her fight. She is my ever-growing weakness, a grey area blooming in my dark heart and stretching its colour across my soul until I can’t help but want to be a better man for her, to be the man she deserves. But I will never be, so instead, she gets me. She will have to learn to survive it and get used to it, because I have a feeling she’s going nowhere.

I promised I would never let him be. I will keep that promise. He gave up his childhood, his soul, for me. I would do anything for him. He doesn’t even realise that Roxxane, as he calls her, is a part of that. He needs a weakness, someone he can share the world with, who can help him with his burden, or he’s going to burn out. And I can’t lose him. I’ll protect the crying boy with the blood on his hands and she will be the key.

I don’t need you to save me. I need you to stand with me, to lean on me so I can lean on you. You don’t always have to be perfect, cold, and calculating. It’s okay to break every now and again, but don’t do it alone.

I won’t let them know just how hard it is for me to love, or how messed up I am that when people say they love me, I wait for the pain to come. Because it always does. Those who love us have the opportunity to hurt us the worst, and in my experience, they always do.

Everyone’s a sinner in one way or another. You can cover it in roses and use excuses, but it’s all the same. It could be shiny and rich, but a sinner is still a sinner in a suit. There is no black and white, only grey. Deep down, we all do things that are considered bad, even for good causes.

I learned when I was young that eventually, everyone screams, it might spur them on, but honestly, people only don’t scream in the movies. Oh, a knife in your gut? Let me just stay silent, it doesn’t work that way. But there are two ways you can play it—you can let them destroy you, break you down, or you can use it against them. Flip the narrative, be unexpected.

Then I notice his hand is in his pants. “Dude, what the fuck? We eat there!” He blinks and carries on wanking as he meets my eyes. “I’m remembering the other night.” He sighs. “It was so good.” “This is so fucked up. Don’t stare into my eyes, that’s so weird!” I snarl, as I stride away, shaking my head and texting Ryder to buy a new dining table. No way can I eat there now. I hear him groan behind me.

Fucking hell, Little Bird, you should see yourself. A cock in your mouth and one in your pussy, blood on you, a fucking masterpiece,” Diesel calls from behind me, and my eyes shut at the words as I clench around Ryder. “Eyes open, love,” Ryder snaps. “You will watch us fuck you and fill you with our cum. Every goddamn time you try to get away from us, we’ll remind you exactly whom you belong to. This body?” He groans. “Is ours. This pussy? Ours. Never fucking forget that.

Who are they anyway? Some sort of male harem that follows you around?” “Exactly,” Diesel calls, before flinging himself down next to Roxxane and grinning. “Her harem.” “Brave man,” Tiny mutters. “Okay, who are we looking for?” “Brave how?” Diesel grins. “Well, last month I saw her almost cut someone’s dick off with a piece of a broken glass bottle he threw at her when she broke his heart. I’m just saying, you’re brave bastards.” Tiny laughs. I look at her, raise my eyebrow, and she just shrugs. “He was rude, plus that was one time…okay, maybe more than once, but honestly, people with dicks always think they know best and can act like they own you. I remind them that vaginas are stronger than dicks, as ours are inside and yours hang out…ready to be chopped off.