Deviant King Rina Kent Quotes

Be mine and you become the queen on my board.” He pauses and flicks his tongue to lick my lower lip. “Fight and you’ll remain a pawn.

Spreading your legs won’t get you out of my system. I love owning your body, but that’s not the only thing I’m interested in.” “Then what else do you want?” His voice drops in a haunting whisper. “Every. Fucking. Thing.

Xander Knight. Cole Nash. Ronan Astor. Aiden King.

If anyone dares to look at you, let alone touch what’s mine, I’ll fucking murder them. Is that clear?

Steel blood runs through your veins, Princess.

Aiden...Oh, my God, Aiden!!" " I Love The Idea Of Being Your God.

He leans forward so his mouth hovers inches away from mine and growls. “I will destroy you.

He raises an eyebrow. “You play chess.” “How do you know that?” “Those who don’t play think that the king is the most important piece because the game is over when he dies. They don’t know that the king is useless without his queen.

It’s because of you I’m labelled a slut. It’s because of you no one approaches me.” “And no one will.” He’s at my face, so close that we breathe each other’s air. “Do you know why, sweetheart?” “Why?” I murmur. “Because you were always mine. You just didn’t know it yet.

That’s the difference between you and me, sweetheart. You’d leave me in a heartbeat if I cheat, but I’ll never leave you even if you cheat.

They say it doesn’t take long for your life to be flipped upside down. A moment. A second. And it’s all over. I should’ve known. If I had, I would’ve done things differently. Maybe I would’ve walked the other way. Maybe my tale wouldn’t have ended the way it did. But the thing about ‘maybes’? They’re useless.

But that’s the thing about hearts, isn’t it? They can’t help beating despite the pain.

Do you fantasise about me, sweetheart?” Yes. But screw him.

I’m the moth who knew it’d burn but went to the fire anyway.

I’m mad at you, too. We can be mad at each other while you’re sitting on my lap.

He pauses at my first button and searches my face. Touching him was never a part of the deal, and he must be wondering why I’m doing it willingly. I don’t know if he hates or loves it, but I don’t give him or myself time to think about it. I lift my knee and hit him in the crotch. Hard. As hard as I can. His face contorts and his hands shoot out for me, but I duck and run past him. A huge grin pulls on my face. I just kneed Aiden fucking King in the balls!

Don’t idolise other men in front of me. I don’t like it.” A burst of laughter slips from my throat. “Are you jealous, mighty King?” “Damn straight I’m jealous. I’m so possessive of you, it drives me fucking crazy.

The pain. I want the pain to stay.

Sometimes, parents aren’t what they’re supposed to be.

Time heals everything is a big fat lie.

Yes, Coach,” Aiden calls back but he never takes his eyes off me. The pull between us is crazy and addictive. Despite the audience surrounding us, I’m lost in his smoky eyes. It’s like he’s able to erase the world just like I can.

You’ll deny that you show the world a calculated image of who you want them to believe you are?

He needs to stop calling me sweetheart or I’ll get a voodoo doll with his face on it and stab it to death. Better yet, I’ll cut it limb from limb.

But then again, one can't play with the devil in his hell and pray not to burn.

A person is formed of jigsaw pieces and if you want to really know anyone, then start at the pieces that formed his childhood. They’re the base. Everything else is built on that.

To all the fighters, It’s easy to lie down, but it takes courage to step up and fight.

That’s the last thought I have before Aiden slams his fist in Xander’s face.

Everyone calls me King." "And?" I ask, not knowing what he's getting at. "You don't." "That's because you have a first name, why the hell would I call you by your last?

Aiden is the cliff. Unknown. Unplanned. Unpredictable. He's my worst nightmare. He's also the closest thing I've had to freedom.

I love the idea of being your God.

You of all people don't get to play games with me.

You look even nerdier this year.

Has there ever been something out of your control before?” “Twice.” He hums. “And you’re the third.” I pause drinking from my orange juice, my voice slow. “How?” “Be mine.

A part inside me dies; the part that yearned for freedom, for the chance to escape Aiden. But the other part? That one fills me with an odd sense of relief. A chill of terror crawls down my spine. This isn’t me.

I’ll fuck the memory of anyone else out of you.

Eye for an eye. Blood for blood.

He’s just admitted to wanting to kidnap me, and all I care about is knowing why.

Good girl.

You’re so beautiful,” He groans, his rhythm turning rougher and faster with every word he says. “You’re maddening. You’re addictive. You’re fucking up everything.

The first time I kiss Aiden without him basically forcing it on me.

Ronan is Death because he’s an impenetrable rock in the midfield. Cole is Famine; silent but deadly when he attacks. Xander is War; all he knows is how to wreak havoc.

Then what else do you want?” His voice drops in a haunting whisper. “Every. Fucking. Thing.

Those who don’t play think that the king is the most important piece because the game is over when he dies. They don’t know that the king is useless without his queen.

That's what Aiden does. He devours. He shreds me apart and strips me bare until he owns every part of me.

I don’t know what your obsession is with me, but it’s not going to work.” He squints an eye. “Let me worry about that, sweetheart.

That only happens in your romance novels and Korean soap operas, Kim.

I can pretend to be his toy so I could disarm and then crush him.

People’s eyes shine with excitement and happiness. Aiden’s spark with unhinged sadism.

If anyone dares to look at you, let alone touch what's mine, I'll fucking murder them,

Running in the rain steals my breath. Ruins it. Smashes it. Nearly eradicates it. When I arrive home, my soaked clothes are stuck to my skin. My shoes are slouching. My toes are cold and stiff. Erratic strands of my hair stick to my temples and forehead, dripping all over me. I stand in our small garden, catching my breath, and press a shaky palm to my chest. My heart’s palpitations grow uneven and out of beat as if protesting. I close my eyes and tip my head back, letting the rain beat down on me. Soak me. Rinse me. The droplets pound on my closed lids almost like a soothing caress. I’ve always loved the rain. The rain camouflaged everything. No one saw the tears. No one noticed the shame or the humiliation. It was just me, the clouds, and the pouring water. But that’s the thing about the rain, isn’t it? It’s only a camouflage, a temporary solution. It can only rinse the outside. It can’t seep under my skin and wash away my shaky insides. Wiping away my memories isn’t an option either. It’s been barely an hour since Aiden had his hands on me – all over me. I can still feel it. His breath. His nearness. His psychotic eyes.

image. It’s easy for the world to believe he’s living the best life and loving it. The more I scroll, the more it feels like a mask. A method to hide something. What, I don’t know. Then, a break of pattern catches

Are you playing a mind game?” I snap. “Is this the part where you laugh in my face and tell me I’ve been pranked?” “This is the part where you lost your only chance to escape me.” He squeezes my neck. “You’re well and truly fucked, sweetheart.

For two years, I took pride in walking the halls with my head held high no matter what the minions said or did to me. Today was too raw. Too deviant. Just too much. The steel will I thought I had crumbled in a matter of minutes. I always heard about people’s breaking points, but I was too delusional to think I didn’t have one. I discovered the hard way that I do. A breath leaves me as I step into my room. My sanctuary.

You know, in the summer camp, this Buddhist priest chap told us an interesting tidbit,” she continues. “What?” “Souls are attracted to each other.

If you throw one more snide remark my way, I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll cut you from limb to limb and bury you in the back garden.” I smile.

Did he just open the door for me? Do devils do that?

Are you, Elsa? Because I was never supposed to like you this much. Hell. I wasn’t supposed to think about you more than I think of myself.

He’s like smoke. Suffocating, slippery, and undecipherable.

With a chip in hand, Ronan lowers his head to whisper in a teasing tone, “Don’t say a word about the threesome suggestion. My life depends on it.

Still clutching Xander, Aiden grabs Ronan by the back of his nape. “My chips!” Ronan hugs a bowl to his chest as Aiden drags them both away.

I’ve always loved the rain. The rain camouflaged everything. No one saw the tears. No one noticed the shame or the humiliation.

Levi King got out of it unscathed. In fact, he became more popular, more loved, more admired.

But the thing about ‘maybes’? They’re useless.

Aren’t all girls supposed to be attracted to the white knight? Prince charming? Why the hell am I gravitating towards the villain?

Sometimes villains look so innocent, Ellie.” Her gaze is lost in the distance. “Actual villains don’t know they’re villains because they think everything they do is right.

When I lift my eyes to the mirror, my lips part. It’s me. The witchy, white-blonde hair. The baby blue eyes. But at the same time, it isn’t. There’s a void in there. A… numbness. I’m about to move to the shower when something else stops me. My scar. Several angry red marks surround it. Did the psycho leave freaking hickeys around my scar? What in the ever living hell was going on in his defective brain? I rip my gaze away from the mirror and take the longest, most scalding shower in history. When I step back into the room, the song has changed to Good Grief by Bastille. I let the music drift around me as I climb into bed, still in a towel, and close my eyes. I fight the tears and lose.

Do you know what I think? I think a part of you likes the opposite of nice, but because you’re such a good girl, you’re out to destroy that part. You’re scared about what it could mean about you. How can you like something so deprived when you’re such a perfect human being? You’re scared of yourself, sweetheart.

What will you do if I somehow cheat?” I’m treading into a dangerous territory, but curiosity gets the better of me. “Kill the bastard.” No hesitation. “How about me?” He cups my jaw with false tenderness. “That’s the difference between you and me, sweetheart. You’d leave me in a heartbeat if I cheat, but I’ll never leave you even if you cheat.

I do care about you, sweetheart. Maybe not in the conventional term, but I never stopped caring about you. It’s becoming tiresome and fucking irritating.” His dark eyes shoot a path into my soul. “The time has come to do something about it.

No one — Aiden included — will break me. My early childhood didn’t and he certainly fucking wouldn’t. I just have to be smart about dealing with him. Like avoiding the shit out of him and go back to glaring from afar. I wave at my aunt and stride into the school with my head held high like usual. The taunts begin, but I don’t let them rattle me. A little voice in my head whispers at them. Run along, kids, your little pranks are nothing compared to Aiden’s depravity. Despite my pep talk this morning that gave me much needed courage, a tremor shoots down my limbs the closer I approach the class. I’ll see him again. I’ll see those demon eyes. Those sadistic smirks. That dark soul.

Is he... a full-blown sociopath?

Why the hell am I gravitating towards the villain?

Let’s commit muuurder!

Sociopaths are made.

its easy to lie down, but it takes courage to step up and fight

Souls are attracted to each other.

You like your will taken, don’t you?

Adam looks down at me with a glare. “Watch where you’re going.

I want this line on my tombstone, He had a 7 inch dick and used it well.

Fight me all you want, but soon enough, you’ll be chanting long live the king.

Aiden walks into the classroom with Silver hanging off his arm.

me,

Are you jealous, mighty king?" "Damn straight I'm jealous. I'm so possessive of you, it drives me fucking crazy.

Eye for eye. Blood for blood. He started the war. I'm just keeping up.

Spreading your legs won’t get you out of my system. I love owning your body, but that’s not the only thing I’m interested in.

My friend appears and I choke on the orange juice. Aiden fucking King is standing in our dining room.

I can't stop my fantasies, sweetheart." He wraps his hand around mine, that's on his heart. His black, black heart. "But I won't tell you the rest of them. Do you know why?" I shake my head once. He yanks my hand away from his chest as if I burn him. "Because you're not ready for those. I'll tell you this though." he leans in to whisper the words, "You taste better than any fucking fantasy.

Ikicked Aiden in the balls. I kicked Aiden fucking King in the balls. My feet skid to a halt at the threshold of the classroom. I’m panting. My hands are sweaty. The wave of adrenaline vanishes from my system, leaving a tremor in my limbs. My shoulders shake with suppressed laughter. If I didn’t worry that my classmates would start calling me a lunatic, I would’ve laughed so loud right now. I want to run, jump, and bump fists with myself. It’s a strange type of freedom that I haven’t felt in like… ever. I was always quiet and introverted, but right now? I feel like I can punch the moon and kick the stars.

Aiden: Královna, nebo pěšák. Elsa: Buď se stanu nejdůležitější figurkou, nebo tou nejzbytečnější. Jak...poetické.

Aiden es el tipo que esconde su ira bajo capas de calma

Aiden no esta interesado en meras partes de mi, lo quiere todo.

Not all human beings are in peace. Why should you be?

Actual villains don't know they're villains because they think everything they do is right.

But that's the thing about hearts, isn't it? They can't help beating despite the pain.

He needs to stop calling me sweetheart or I’ll get a voodoo doll with his face on it and stab it to death.

We scroll through Netflix for ten minutes before we decide to re-watch Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. The book is still better. Just saying.

The droplets pound on my closed lids almost like a soothing caress. I’ve always loved the rain. The rain camouflaged everything.

It was just me, the clouds, and the pouring water. But that’s the thing about the rain, isn’t it? It’s only a camouflage, a temporary solution.

I don’t even remember my mum. Today, I miss her. I miss the life that I don’t remember.

Don’t idolise other men in front of me. I don’t like it.” A burst of laughter slips from my throat. “Are you jealous, mighty King?” “Damn straight I’m jealous. I’m so possessive of you, it drives me fucking crazy.