Echoes Steph Macca Quotes

When you go to heaven one day, I'll drag you back down to hell to join me. Because I'm never leaving you, Avery.

This is what you do to me," I breathe out, growling as her finger presses into my flesh harder. "You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I'll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are.

She tastes like Heaven. My fallen angel.

I'll kill every last person until we're the last two left. And then we'll burn the world down together.

You're a grown woman. You don't owe anyone anything. Don't you think we've given enough of our lives to other people? Why should you follow other people's rules? You should do what makes you happy.

People like me don't get second chances. We're designed to live through torture, built to be the fallen and forgotten.

Love isn't an emotion that bad people can process.

I’d fuck a cactus if that were true.

If God exists, he must be sick. Who would send a divine creature like her into the Devil's lair? And now she's stuck with me.

Finger fuck your pretty pussy for me, little killer," I groan, fisting my cock. "I want to see how wet you are for me.

Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" I ask her between thrusts. "You," she breathes out. "You, Grey." "Damn fucking right," I growl in response, impaling her deep.

I have mental illness. I'm not mental illness. I'm worth more than what you paint me as psychologically.

I'll fuck her in his blood. That doesn't worry me.

I want to fuck her so hard that it hurts. I want to slam into her with such force that we defy the laws of physics and become one person. It seems fitting anyway, since she already has my heart. She might as well take my body and soul too. At least then I'd find some type of peace. Sure, it would probably be hell too, but if she sends me there, I would have a nice family reunion no doubt.

he lifts our hands higher, placing my palm over his beating heart. "This cold, black thing beats for you, Avery.

Who do you think killed Hallman, little killer? He didn't take his own life. No—I ended it. I ended that sad, pathetic excuse of a man because he touched you. He tried to hurt what's mine.

You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I'll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are.

You're fucking mine, Avery," he growls into my mouth. "This lifetime and the next one too.

Normal people get confessions of love. I get confessions of murder.

But that's the problem with people. They are so caught up with their own lives they forget to look around. Selfish, egotistical vultures, only looking out for themselves. Even the people who were meant to protect her—teachers, doctors, family members—they all turned a blind eye.

I hate it here," I admit to her. "Well, I used to. Until you came along. Now it's my favorite place." "Your favorite place is an asylum?" she mutters in amusement. "You must be as fucked up as I am." "Worse," I reply with a smirk. "I'm so much worse, baby.

You don't need fixing, little killer," Grey murmurs, brushing some hair off her shoulder. "Your little deranged self is perfect.

My heart is only for you, little killer. I'll kill anyone that dares to touch you, hurt you.

but I think it's become apparent that I'm not normal. Maybe I was in the past, before my life was subject to hatred and harm. I don't know who I was back then, I don't even remember it.

We all have problems—take a spoonful of cement and harden the fuck up.

Because people like me don't get second chances. We're designed to live through torture, built to be the fallen and forgotten.

You're not going to avoid me any longer, Avery. I don't care the reason why. Whatever it is, I promise that I'm the bigger threat.

If anyone lays a single finger on her, bruising her perfect skin, I'll soak them in gasoline and make a bonfire.

I'll paint the hallways red and string Christmas lights up made of intestines.

I gave you a flower. Girls like that shit." "Oh, that's the part you are focusing on," I scold playfully. "Here's the finger of your enemy… it's in a rose though." "I'm nothing if not unique," he smiles.

Come one, come all. Hear the echoes of my hauntings.

I could die right now," I growl, looking into her gray orbs. "It would be the best death. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else except in you.

I kiss her heatedly—how could I not? She's the drug of my choice and I need this as much as she does.

We're nothing if not animals, driven by the primal urges buried deep in our DNA.

If God exists, he must be sick. Who would send a divine creature like her into the Devil's lair? And now she's stuck with me. I don't care about anything else, as long as she's with me.

I smile against her, writing my name with my tongue. I've already marked her with my ink, and now, I'm marking her pussy with my mouth. I focus heavily on the last letter, drawing it over and over, until she's shaking against me.

I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be loyal to Damon, but I guess even Hell can freeze over.

Cirque des Morts. My Circus of the Dead. That's what we are here—dead. Dead to society, dead inside. And sometimes, like Hallman, actually dead.

Years and years of neglect in a loveless life have left me craving it. It makes sense I'm trying to overcompensate now—like how men with tiny dicks buy really expensive, massive cars.

Say for argument's sake, you love me too. We're all messed up here, right? We're the unhinged… the lost souls. But despite all that, you love more than one person. Because we're not bad people. Love isn't an emotion that bad people can process. We've been fucked over. Don't we deserve love?

I'm going to chase you, Grey. I'm not letting you go that easily.

I thought sleep deprivation and hunger were the cruelest forms of torture but I was wrong. Making someone feel like they are forgotten… worth nothing… alone.

You're fucking perfect, Avery. Don't ever hide this from me. I want to see all of you.

You're my only reason for anything. And I think you're theirs, as well.

You're the reason, Avery. For all of us." "What do you mean?" I breathe out. He leans down, brushing his lips against my ear. "You're my only reason for anything. And I think you're theirs, as well.

I hope you do get used to it. Because we're going to have so much fun breaking you in, little killer.

We are in Hell. The only difference is I took over from the Devil.

I guess the reality is fires are powerful, but not necessarily evil. They keep us warm and alive, just as much as they can torture and kill us.

You're possessive too," I shoot back. "Leaving fingers on my bed." He shrugs. "I gave you a flower. Girls like that shit.

I would never forget you," I breathe out. "I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not now, not ever." His eyes flash before he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. I kiss him back, moving my hips in motion with Theo's movements. It's powerful, soul-breaking. Even though there's a wall between us, they are both here—touching me. And suddenly, it all makes sense. Grey organized this.

Promise. Now, I want you to explode on your other boyfriend's cock while looking at me.

Damon makes a sound of disgust. "Could you not discuss your sex life while I am eating my pancakes?" My eyes fall to his plate in amusement. "I expected more from you, Damon. Something more savory or spicy—like eggs benedict or the souls of your enemies. Pancakes, really?" "What the fuck is wrong with pancakes?

What's wrong, little killer? Scared of the two big bad men?

As he grabs my hand firmly, I get ready for him to break our connection, but surprisingly, he lifts our hands higher, placing my palm over his beating heart. "This cold, black thing beats for you, Avery.

As I bleed, it feels like all of my built up sadness is flowing out, leaving only the longing I have for him.

I'd kill just to make you smile." I can't help but smile at him. Perhaps I'm insane after all. Normal people get confessions of love. I get confessions of murder.

We're bonded by this blood. Together, the King and Queen of the Unhinged.

You're infuriating. You know that, right?" "Yeah, I do. But I can't help it. It's just a wonderful personality trait at this point.

Is she trying to protect our friendship? I love Damon like a brother but Avery is my everything—my life, my death, my destruction.

Sleep was always my comfort, because when you are away from your thoughts, life seems easier.

I guess you could say if anything, I've had anger issues all my life. But rightfully so because people are fucking cunts.

This cold

This is what you do to me," I breathe out

Who do you think killed Hallman

Youre not going to avoid me any longer

If anyone lays a single finger on her

I dont have time to give pity

I have mental illness. Im not mental illness. Im worth more than what you paint me as psychologically.

I'd fuck his eye socket, but my cock is only for you,

Damon's words hit me. I am playing with fire—I want to burn. When Avery's involved, I want everything. Life. Death. Torture. Pleasure. Pain. Every-fucking-thing she can offer me.

What an unhinged good fucking reader you are. I knew you'd be gagging for the monsters under the bed… Begging them to drag you down to hell and rearrange your insides. Welcome home.

You don't win wars with weakness, Avery.

Here's the finger of your enemy… it's in a rose though.

I might have a hold on you, Grey. But I promise that you have a hold on me too.

Your little deranged self is perfect.

I'm alone again, just like always. I should be used to it. That was my entire life, my sole purpose. But now... Now it feels like a fate worse that death.