Hd Brow Quotes

At least you’ll end up marrying a rich man,” I comment. She pins me with a dry look. “Now I can never marry you. It’s my life’s purpose to disappoint her in every decision I make.” I arch a brow. “Don’t underestimate me, Addie. I’ll become a poor man for you.

I arch a brow, unimpressed with how low she has to bounce. Addie would never have that issue.

I will claim every part of you, Molly. And that includes the pieces of you those fuckers tried to take from me." My brows pinch. "From you?" I repeat dumbly. Deliberately, he places a kiss over the bite. "Don't be fooled, little ghost, I will own you even after you've disappeared. You may vanish, but your soul will always be mine.

Then, he clocks the gun in my hand, and the other brow joins the first. “That’s also new. You gonna use that on me, little ghost? I don’t mind joining you in the afterlife.

Fifty bucks for that one." Her nose crinkles in distaste. "That doesn't look worth more than a dollar." "It's an antique." "It looks better suited to host a bonfire," she retorts without hesitation. I'm full-on smiling like a fucking fool. "It probably is, but be careful, my employee might hear you. That's his pride and joy." She raises a brow. "My condolences to his wounded ego." Damn. I think I love her.

Do you think it's better for me to know if you prefer bacon over sausage in the morning or that you've fought like fucking hell to get where you are and would eat both just because you can?" She cocks a brow. "You think I eat pigs for breakfast?" The corners of my lips tip up, and my voice drops into a whisper. "I think you'd eat it right in front of them because you enjoy the morbidity of it just as much as chopping up dead people as their food.

Sawyer, get behind me. You were scared not two seconds ago.” She cuts a glare over her shoulder. “I’m too excited now. So, you get behind me. Being a man doesn’t make you special. Last time I checked, I’m the murderer, not you.” I raise my brows. “I’ll be happy to make it even, bella.” She rolls her eyes, muttering “Men” derisively as she forges ahead. The corner of my lip curls, and I snatch the extra flashlight from her grip that she forgot to hand over, letting her go ahead.

Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates. “The hell are you doing, Zade?” The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast. “Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat.

Tell me that you're mine." Her brows furrow, a small frown tipping down her swollen lips. "Since walking into your store, I don't think there was ever a time that I wasn't, Cage.

Great. Just when I was getting used to you." Eli gasps. "I resent that. Who else is going to tell you how sexy you are on a weekly basis?" I raise a brow, unimpressed. "Somehow, I think I'll survive.

She speaks with her head slightly tilted down, looking up at you through angled brows and long lashes, making you feel like she’s looking into you instead of at you.

Are you going to explain to me why the fuck you’re doing this? Huh? Fucking tell me, River!” I arch a brow, unimpressed. “Last time I checked, I don’t have to answer a goddamn thing if I don’t want to. And oh, I almost forgot to tell you.” I snapped my fingers at him, shooting him the gun signal with a filthy smile. “I fucked your ex-girlfriend.” “You’re lying.” I chuckle and shake my head. “She’s got a freckle here” —I point right above my hip—“and a freckle right here,” I say, pointing to my left inner thigh next, upwards close to my center. Anyone could’ve seen the freckle on her hip, but the freckle on her thigh? I would’ve had to see her naked for that one.

Why the hell is Senile Suzy in your driveway?” I squeak, my tone bordering on hysterical. Right before me is my big, yellow Volkswagen van in all its glory, gleaming beneath the sunlight. He quirks a brow. “You never said why you chose that name,” he deflects. “She’s a goddamn imbecile and moody as fuck. Why is she here?” “Because this is where she belongs. This is where you belong.” I curl my bottom lip between my teeth, tears welling in my eyes. “How did you find her?” I ask, the words raspy and uneven. He shrugs casually. “After you fell asleep at the hospital, a nurse let me use her phone, and I called to make sure it was still parked at Vilen’s Bend. It was, so I had my friend, Troy, retrieve it for me and bring it here.” I laugh, because if I don’t, I’ll cry. The fact that he remembered where I parked it is enough to have my ovaries exploding. “You didn’t have to do that,” I choke out. “Didn’t I say it would be waiting for you? Don’t ever doubt what I would do for you, Sawyer.” He doesn’t let me answer, nor that I’d have one for him anyway.

After a moment, Simon sasses, “Well, you gonna sit down for your own or just keep starin’ at me like a dead fish?” Enzo cocks a brow, unimpressed. But to my utter surprise, he sits on the other side of Simon and silently holds out his wrist. “Make it quick,” he grumbles. My mouth falls open, and now I’m the staring dead fish as Simon unwraps a new needle. “Whatcha gettin’?” “A shark.

Looks like you’re ready for your next tattoo.” I smile wide, showing him all my teeth. “You fucking bet I am.” “What will you be getting today, on this fine Tuesday morning?” “I want a cactus,” I say finally. He pauses, glancing up at me with raised brows. “A cactus,” he echoes. “Why a cactus?” I shrug. “They’re strong and resilient, and survive under extreme conditions.” My friend juts out his bottom lip, considering that. “Oh, and they don’t harm a fly unless you fuck with them.” That pulls another full-bellied laugh from Simon. “A cactus,” he repeats again with a chuckle, shaking his head almost in wonder. “That’s who I am now—who I choose to be. A cactus.

Her brow pinches. “Enzo, I don’t expect you to save me.” “That’s because no one has ever found you worth saving.” Her mouth drops, offended, and I take the opportunity to hook her bottom teeth with two fingers and tug her into me. She nearly falls against my chest. “They were wrong, baby. You are worth it.” She digs her little teeth into my digits, and I grin, releasing her. “I’m capable of saving myself,” she tells me, fire in her eyes. “You are,” I agree, brushing my thumb across her cheek affectionately. “You’ve already proven that when you ended your abuser’s life. But you’re not alone anymore. Now you have someone to serve you while you seek justice.

You don’t think burning through his throat with a gun won’t be a little suspicious? That’s not how normal people kill.” He cocks a brow. “First off, there is no such thing as a normal killer.

You know the song, “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey? I think she knew what she was doing when she wrote it,” she says in place of an answer. My brow furrows. “What?” “I’m just saying, obsession comes with some serious side effects. Might want to keep that in check before you turn into a murderous psycho.” I’m silent for a beat before asking, “Who says I’m not already?” “You could be. Are you here to murder me, Enzo? Is it because I don’t return your affections?” “Baby, if anyone were to become obsessed with you, it would only be for what’s between your thighs, not because you have anything else to offer.” She doesn’t respond.

Thanks,” she mutters. “Call us even, I guess.” I arch a brow. “Call us even for what?” Her eyes swirl with an emotion I can’t put a name to. “I saved your life, you saved mine.” I frown. What the fuck is she talking about? “Is this another one of your lies?” “No,” she bites out. “Do you think you washed up on this shore by luck? You were knocked out cold, and I swam us here.” What… the fuck. I clench my jaw, I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling, but whatever it is has my knees threatening to crash to the ground with reverence.

That defeats the purpose of not hurting me.” “I never said I didn’t want to hurt you.” “You’re not carving your name into my skin, you freak.” I cock a brow. “Watch me, bella ladra.” She snarls. “You like to fuck me when you hurt me, Enzo. And you said you wouldn’t unless I begged, which I will never do.” “You are as unreliable as I am when it comes to fucking each other, and last night was a clear indication of that. This may come as a surprise to you, baby, but I don’t believe a goddamn word you say anyway.

Her thighs are clenched, as if that’s going to make her pussy any less wet. “Didn’t the nuns teach you manners?” “They didn’t tolerate disrespect. But I didn’t tolerate authority. It took many years for us to find a middle ground with mutual respect.” “Until now,” she corrects. “Now I have the authority.” I arch a brow, but concede. “You do.” She preens, while my cock begs to be released. “I still find it odd that nuns raised you,” she continues. I shrug, staying on my knees. She hasn’t asked me to stand yet. “I don’t believe in God, but I do believe they were saints for putting up with me.” “Well, I don’t either, but if Heaven exists, they’ve definitely earned their place dealing with you. You’re a naturally mean person.” “Naturally,” I repeat dryly.

Maybe I shouldn’t go. I wouldn’t want to lose my favorite toe.” His brow furrows. “Do I even want to know?” I point to my pinkie toe. “It’s cute. Sharks like cute things. They eat seals. Seals are cute.

Did I say you could come?” he asks darkly. “Please, I need it,” I plead, my brows pinching. “Cazzo, I don’t know how you do it,” he groans.

I kick in my sleep. My foot might accidentally lodge itself up your ass.” He arches a brow. “And if that happens, I will do so much worse, bella ladra.

Sylvester scoffs, impressed. “So that’s why ya needed the cane for? Usually, I just shoot ‘em with my gun. Took me a lot of years and wasted bullets to get my aim that precise. Seems you’re just a natural.” “Apparently a hidden talent of mine,” she answers honestly. I arch a brow. Not even going to touch on that statement.

Ain’t no sense in keepin’ something that stays willingly. I don’t like possessin’ things, not unless I have to.” My brows knit. “I don’t think I like what you’re implying.” He shrugs again. “That’s ‘cause you don’t like that she might actually choose me over you.” What the fuck? “Want me to put in a good word for you while I’m in bed with her tonight?” “Don’t be inappropriate, son,” he warns. “You should learn some respect. No wonder she runs from you.” “I know how to catch her,” I drawl, then I glance down at his wooden leg. “Can’t say it’d take much to get away from you, stronzo.

What kind of cancer do you think you’ll get from that?” I ask, nodding toward the cigarette in his hand. He quirks a thick brow, his pretty blue eyes sparkling in the morning glow. “I dunno. Lung cancer is too typical. Throat?” “Do you think you’ll die?” He barks out a short laugh. “I fucking hope so.

That was really shitty.” “It was,” I agree, feeling the regret I swore I’d never feel. “Most would say shitter than you deserved.” She raises her brows. “Would you say that?” After a pause, I admit, “Yes. You didn’t deserve that.” Her eyes narrow. “Then say you’re sorry.” “I’m sorry,” I murmur, letting her see how genuine I am. Because I am sorry. I assaulted her, and we both know that. I imagine if my mother stuck around, she would’ve left me then if she knew I treated a woman like that. She smiles, wide and bright, like the sunshine peeking through storm clouds after a massive storm. “I don’t forgive you,” she quips, quickly rolling out of my embrace and taking advantage of my stunned silence. “Not until you properly apologize to me,” she finishes.

I recall my tongue tracing his sharp jawline made out of steel and thick brows creased in bliss above his forest green eyes.

Greetings, fellow Americans,” Zade starts, my brows jumping when I hear how abnormally deep his voice is. He altered it. “In light of the disappearance of oil tycoon, Xavier Delano, this is a message for the police force, all government officials, and as always, the people of this country.

As if in slow motion, her eyes slide to Kraven, widening when their gazes clash. “What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps. Goddammit. I knew there was something off about him. Brows hiked, I turn to Mom’s caretaker, finding him just as surprised as Sibby. “I could ask you the same thing, Sibel.

God, the way he’s looking at me should be fucking illegal. Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates. “The hell are you doing, Zade?” The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast. “Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat. Swallowing, I slide my hand from his. “What if I don’t want one? I would say no.” Slowly, he drags his eyes up to mine, and the intensity of his stare has me questioning why I just can’t be agreeable for once. It would save time and spare me from his smooth lines that never cease to fail. At least not completely. Maybe I’m just addicted to the fear and excitement he awakens in me when he looks at me… just like that. Like the beast readying to consume its prey, painfully slow. And I hope he does go slow. Drags out the torture of being caught between Zade's teeth. His hand drifts slowly up past my chest, gently grazing his fingers across the column of my neck. And then, in an instant, his hand is snapping around my throat, gripping tight. I gasp, my eyes widening as his lip curls into a sinister smile. “I can put a collar around this pretty neck of yours instead. Then you wouldn’t have the option to say no. You would just be my good little girl that does whatever your master says. Would you like that better, baby?” “No,” I snarl, but it tastes like a lie. “You don’t own me. You never will.” His eyes narrow, and my heart drops.

I arch a brow when I spot hemorrhoid cream on the receipt but quickly decide it’s not my business what’s growing on Teresa’s ass.

Stay down here until I call you guys up," she says, still staring off into space. My brow lowers as I try to figure out who the hell she's talking to.

Her skirt is hiked up, and her thong pulled to the side, baring her pussy eating up Max’s cock for all to see. I arch a brow, unimpressed with how low she has to bounce. Addie would never have that issue.

Brows hiked, I turn to Mom’s caretaker, finding him just as surprised as Sibby. “I could ask you the same thing, Sibel.

I cock a brow. “Did you rub a balloon on your head?

Sawyer, get behind me. You were scared not two seconds ago.” She cuts a glare over her shoulder. “I’m too excited now. So, you get behind me. Being a man doesn’t make you special. Last time I checked, I’m the murderer, not you.” I raise my brows. “I’ll be happy to make it even, bella.” She rolls her eyes, muttering “Men” derisively as she forges ahead. The corner of my lip curls...

Her brow pinches. “Enzo, I don’t expect you to save me.” “That’s because no one has ever found you worth saving.” Her mouth drops, offended, and I take the opportunity to hook her bottom teeth with two fingers and tug her into me. She nearly falls against my chest. “They were wrong, baby. You are worth it.

Boys will be boys. Slowly, I stand, wiping the crumbs from my hands on my jeans. “Z,” is my only response and Ryker’s brow quirks. “Z,” he echoes dryly as if he doesn’t believe me. “That’s what I said.” “Like the Z?” Daire clarifies. Two tiny diamond dermals are pierced above a thick black brow, glinting as he arches it on his forehead. “Yes,” I say. Introductions are so tedious when very few have actually seen my face. Anyone could claim to be me, but all of them would fail when it came time to prove it.

He cocks a brow, unimpressed. “Every time I choke you, you just get flustered and try to knee me in the dick. You’re not doing the movements I’ve taught you to do.

Next to me, Addie unzips the puffer jacket and nearly rips it off, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She glances at me, and then crosses her arms. “Don’t stop on my account, little mouse.” “I feel like you’re making it super-hot in here on purpose,” she grumbles, reaching forward to turn down the heat. “If I wanted your clothes off, I would just remove them myself.” She arches a brow. “You’re saying you currently don’t want them off?” she challenges.