Exile Steph Macca Quotes

Damon smirks. "I told her you were out having a couples massage." "For fuck sake," Theo curses under his breath

Maybe Ill start my own rumor and tell everyone that I shoved a taser up Arthurs ass and he shot his load all over Alexanders face.

Normal people don't go around murdering others." "Thank fuck I'm not normal then.

Our monsters don't deserve our pain. And they sure as fuck don't deserve our tears. The greatest revenge is living…

I'll just switch hands. I can punch just as well with my non-dominant one—Ambidextrous overachiever of vengeance. 

Lilydale promised to save me, even when I adamantly believed I was beyond salvation. But in a strange turn of events, I was saved. By Grey. By Theo. And by Damon.

In violence and corruption, I found an unexpected peace. An inferno of flames in an otherwise dark abyss—someone to dance with my demons.

We could have played rock paper scissors to decide who gets to marry her, even if I'd be awfully tempted to chop off their hands to win by default. 

In my own personal hell, I found her.

I'm nothing without them. They are my whole existence now—the three who saved me from my demons, my enemies, and freed me from the chains holding me back.

No, but she's his everything, Christopher. She's his reason to live, to fight. Just like she's mine. He has to be okay. There's no other option here.

I go where you go," I tell him. "Ill follow you three to the depths of hell and back. Oh

They fucking touched her. My. Fucking. Wife.

Im everything I was meant to be but was too scared to become.

Fuck. Im a matchmaker. A fucked-up version of Cupid if he had three psychos as weapons instead of arrows.

Although I still often consider killing Theo for the thrill of it

Theres something so fucking hot about the fact their dicks are both rubbing against each other in me.

Like each part fits together to make one piece. Maybe I was too broken, in many pieces that I needed more than one part to be put back together. I think that's why I tried to fight it. To hide it.

What we have is unique, consensual, and customized to suit our individual relationships with her. She wears my ink and marks on her skin, I wear her on my dick. And she has my little black bleeding heart in her hands. That's all that matters.

Lilydale saved me. Not in the way the welcome brochure promised, but the people inside, the ones who speak to the darkest parts of me—they did. They saw me as everything. Not the victim, not the familial killer, not the girl with mental illness… they saw what was inside and dug out the potential—the real me that had never had an opportunity to flourish.

Pulling back just enough to speak, I rest my forehead against hers. "You were, by far, the best birthday present I could have received," I tell her, running my hand up her spine. "I always thought the ultimate gift would be my father's death, but I was wrong." "Maybe that can be your Christmas present," she murmurs. "A little murder goes well with mistletoe.

For the first time since my mother died, I experienced love again—even if I didn't want it. Her vibrant light choked me, wrapping around my black heart like barbed wire, ripping me apart, until finally, she cracked me wide open. In my own personal hell, I found her. Avery. For the first time, someone saw me as more than their savior. More than a leader and someone to fear. She wanted to save… me. So now, it's only fitting that I should die for her.

We'll be the monsters they claim us to be. Hell, we'll be the villains too.

Be their worst nightmare.

The greatest revenge is living.

For the first time since my mother died, I experienced love again—even if I didn't want it. Her vibrant light choked me, wrapping around my black heart like barbed wire, ripping me apart, until finally, she cracked me wide open. In my own personal hell, I found her. Avery.

Fucking machines and IVs. The only thing that should be attached to my body is her—permanently, if I had my way.

There's no life for me if those three aren't in it. Damon is the glue that holds us together—the foundation of support while Grey and Theo are my pillars of strength.

I'm married to Damon. The man who haunted my nightmares and my daydreams. The one who, not too long ago, made me fear for my life. Who promised me nothing but pain and suffering. Married to the very one who saved me from a fate worse than death.

A little murder goes well with mistletoe.

At least you'll have some gossip to report back to Whittingham later when you braid each other's pubes.

Thats the difference between them and us though. While they buy their power

A surprise is a gift

Were family now—connected and founded by death. Just like Cirque des Morts. Except where Cirque des Morts is my greatest creation

I dont know why

Shit. Theo has his finger inside my cunt while Grey is bottomed out in me.

Im doing this for Damon though. If he can take a bullet for me

Just the fucking tip.

Tell me you want my cock in you, Aves. That you need it and crave it like I crave you.

mon petit feu.

Want to take a trip to the morgue?" "Well now

Oh

The poor woman is newly widowed and Im not sure seeing my fathers dick in the middle of the night is on her bucket list. Garden tools? Yes. Wrinkly midnight dick? No.

Grey grins at him

Deep in a session with a patient who was screeching at a level that only bats can hear.