Hexed Emily Mcintire Quotes

In a different life”—I bend until my mouth is centimeters from hers—“I would do anything to make you mine, and I’d bring you any person who’s wronged you and make them beg for death at your feet. All you’d have to do is say the word.

That’s the thing about grief, I guess. It steals the air from your lungs just as you’ve finally figured out how to breathe.

When are you going to realize I see you? Always?

In my experience, it’s better when men can’t talk anyway.

Watch and see who I become in spite of you.

In a different life…” I pause, emotion suddenly clogging my throat. “I’d love you out loud.

I’m tired of being someone’s burden and not someone’s choice.

I can take care of myself,” I say, the same way I always do. He reaches out to grip my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. “I know. But just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to.

If I’m here, it’s because you made a deal with the devil, and there’s nothing you can do to save yourself.

You can’t ever count on a man, but you can always count on the poison that will kill him…or whatever that saying is.

I’m doing this for us,” he tells me. “So we can finish this and I can love you out loud. In this life.

Because life’s too short to not hold the ones you love close. So I’m going to find her, and then I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving her out loud, just like she deserves.

There’s nothing like death to make you want to live.

You’re a man, honey. I’m afraid there’s nothing special about any of you.

Suddenly I feel like I’m nothing more than that insecure, damaged ten-year-old I was when he first took me in—lonely and broken and looking for someone who was proud enough of me to actually love me out loud.

Now we get you cleaned up, I take you back out there, and I show you how good we can be in this life, not a different one.

I’m fucking gone while I watch her. The world could light itself on fire behind us, and I don’t think I’d care.

I wonder if she realizes she holds all the power here, that I would crawl on my knees to be wherever she is.

Men are fucking delusional.

Watch your mouth,” he says slowly, his New York accent coming through strong, dropping the r and elongating the vowels. “You won’t disrespect yourself to me.

Everyone in her life treats her as an afterthought.

Whatever. I’m in a great mood because ding, dong, the bitch is gone. Fisher seems sad, though.

That’s what she is to me: a work of art.

Well…” I toss another shirt on the bed. “Sometimes you’ve gotta burn things so you can start fresh.

I’m not sure where we’re headed, but after what just happened, I think I’d follow her anywhere.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more. HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, “THE LITTLE MERMAID

I’ve been here at some florist called A Rose by Any Other Name for the past hour, staring at thirteen different flowers that all look the same, smell the same, and make me want to kill myself the same.

if that weren’t the case, I don’t do things like this. Attachments. Liking someone. I’ve seen what happens when you latch on to someone else, when you make them your entire personality and let them slowly chip away at who you are until you’d do anything for them…even if it’s at the expense of yourself.

It’s because you’re a cunt,” Sean forces out through gritted teeth. I roll my eyes at the tired slur, but before I can say anything else, Enzo is there, gripping Sean’s face so tightly, I can see the indentations of his teeth through his cheeks. “How many times do I have to tell you to watch your fucking mouth?

New York’s prince saved by a Southern shipping princess. The closest thing to American royalty, they call us. The whole thing gives me a fucking headache. I shouldn’t want to be in the spotlight; it makes it that much harder to do the things necessary for the family. But of course, Pops didn’t see it that way, so I ignored how uncomfortable it made me feel. And eventually, things you ignore grow roots too strong, their weeds all but impossible to dig out.

This woman has bewitched me. Hexed me. Stolen my voice from God and made it sing just for her.

I offer a new trinket for her to add to her collection of gizmos and gadgets, and she melts.

Tell me your name, piccola sirena.

He dips his head down and captures my stare again, lowering his voice. “I don’t have to know you to see the same thing in your eyes that lives in mine, and I get the distrust, and the walls, and the being constantly on guard. I respect it. But I promise you don’t have to do that with me. Just be real, okay?

The world could light itself on fire behind us, and I don’t think I’d care.

I squint at her, still unsure, and then I pick up my phone and dial his number. “Piccola sirena.” “I think you’re being robbed.

I can tell he wants to kiss me. And I want him to, which is crazy because I’ve never kissed anyone.

Do you always let the people you love off the hook so easily for treating you like shit?” It’s really a rhetorical question, because even in the short time I’ve known her, I can tell she does. Everyone in her life treats her as an afterthought.

If there’s one thing a man will do, it’s disappoint you. And I shouldn’t have thought my uncle would be the exception.

In a different life… But in this one? I’m bound by the Mafia and a woman I’ll never love.

You’re right. I want you to pick something because I can tell that memory of you and your mom, it’s a good one. And I want to be a good one, too.

Anything you want, piccola sirena, and it’s yours.” I press another kiss to her hand. “Want me to burn his kingdom to the ground?” “No,” she whispers, her eyes flicking up to lock on mine. “I want to burn him to the ground and take his kingdom for myself.” Anticipation lights up my insides, and I cup her cheek, ghosting my thumb across the planes of her face. “Then let’s make you queen of the ashes.

That’s what my best friend back home calls my little concoctions—potions, like I’m some witch here to steal your soul.

The night goddess Nyx has been antsy for a sacrifice, and while she prefers animals burned and buried, I can never bring myself to harm them, so people have to do.

A mob wife isn’t supposed to speak out of turn. They keep their mouths closed and their eyes shut to anything other than what we decide to tell them.

Look at you, on the floor cleaning, just like those bottom-feeders in the ocean. Get away from me, you fucking urchin, before your filth gets all over us.

what I think he’s admitting? Realization settles heavy into my bones. “You took out the hit on Peppino. Of fucking course you did, Jesus Christ.” “I had him taken care of,” he snaps. “He was going to do it to me, so I beat him to the punch. You fools think I don’t know you want my empire? You want what’s mine?

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Daddy

steals the air from your lungs just as you’ve finally figured out how to breathe.

That.' I gesture at the book. 'Get a bookmark, good lord. Were you raised in a barn?

He takes another page and slowly, torturously, curls over the top part of the paper. My skin crawls. 'You're disgusting,' I spit out in horror.

It’s good to listen to your surroundings. Women love a listener.

I should have never claimed I wanted to be a better person. It's not like I meant it anyway. Being good is overrated.

There's a difference between a man who does bad things and a bad man. Not that it really matters.

Weak me always let their dicks do the thinking, and strong women know how to take advantage of that.

Your view of the world changes when you have to parent your parents.

Glancing around, I check to see if anyone else is paying attention, because the thought of someone else hearing her this way, even though it's innocent, makes me feel fucking crazy. Those are my moans.

... but we've both agreed that we won't have kids in reality. It's just not something I'm interested in. We have too much trauma from both of our parents, and I don't want to have the responsibility of making sure I don't fuck another person upfor the rest of their lives.

Do you ever think about death?

An irrational anger rips through my chest, as I realize she’s down here fucking around with other men instead of upstairs with me.

What, a best friend can’t look out for his number one girl?

I want to burn him to the ground and take his kingdom for myself.

straightens, her hand still trembling with the knife. “Although I guess Fisher was technically mine first too, wasn’t he?” She looks at me, and her face screws up in disgust. “God, what is it with you and my sloppy seconds?

The only problem is some wounds can’t ever heal. Betrayal by a person you trusted. The death of someone you loved.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

You’re right. I liked her voice, but I got tired of hearing it, so I took her back to my office and fucked her until she couldn’t speak. How’s that for a gentleman?

It’s the same solution every time: I offer a new trinket for her to add to her collection of gizmos and gadgets, and she melts.