Hooked By Emily Mcintire Quotes

Darling, if I’m the dark, then you’re the stars.

You want to watch the world burn?" "Let me guess, you'll set it on fire?" I ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me settling into my bones. "No, darling. I'll hand you the match, and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.

Just remember that whenever things feel bleak, all situations are temporary. It’s not your circumstance that determines your worth, it’s how you rise from the ashes after everything burns.

The greatest thing I've ever done in my life was to love you,Wendy,darling.

Maybe people never change and it’s only our perceptions that alter the view.

Only yours, James Barrie.” “And always yours, Wendy, darling.” He kisses my jaw. “Every night.” “And straight on ‘til morning.

Give it to me," she whispers. I shake my head, my body trembling. "I don't have anything to give." Her mouth grazes along my jaw, pressing soft kisses to my skin. "So give me all your nothing," she replies.

Anything happens to her and there will be no corner of the earth that can hide you from me. Understand?

You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. ​— ​J.M Barrie, Peter Pan

And to think, it all started with a little bit of faith. Misplaced trust. Missing pixie dust. And a villain who just needed to steal a little love.

But we’re all a little twisted, and there’s no such thing as good and evil. There are only perspectives, and perceptions change depending on the angle.

I'm done fighting it. James may not be a hero, but even villains can feel. And you can't help who you love.

I'll sacrifice my soul a thousand times over in order to stay with his.

That’s my girl,” he whispers against my skin.

When do you want it?” “Yesterday.” I press into her. “Now.” She stumbles into the cab’s door. “Tomorrow.

But I regret, with every fiber of my being, that for even one moment you suffered under my hands.” Her eyes widen, the beautiful shades of brown glossing over. “You are, without a doubt, the only good I’ve ever known.” I rest my forehead on hers, my shaky breaths ghosting across her lips, my thumb rubbing against her cheek. “So… don’t lie to me, Wendy, darling. Because my heart won’t survive it if you do.

People aren't static. Our morals aren't constant. They're variables, ever changing and molding into different versions of themselves; energy that can be re-shifted and realigned.

The greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life was to love you, Wendy, darling.

it’s how you rise from the ashes after everything burns.

I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.

I want you to say it because you are mine. Because you’re going to stay, even though we both know you should leave.” Her breathing stutters, her hands framing my face as she stares deep into my eyes. “I’m yours, James.

Filthy words for such a pretty mouth.

Are you ready to go?” His thumb presses into my bottom lip. “With you?” “As if I’d allow you to leave with anyone else.

The kiss is anything but sweet. It’s twisted, and toxic; a poison masked in sugar, making you love the taste of death. But for the life of me, I can’t stop.

I don’t like her knowing me as Hook, especially when she’s the only person in this world who makes me feel like James.

People don't expect to see darkness in the daylight.

Do me a favor, pet.” “A—anything,” I stutter out. “Grind that sweet little pussy on me until you make a mess all over my lap.

He points to the clock tower that sits in the middle of the town square, the moon and stars shimmering in the background. “Straight on ‘til morning.

Go to sleep, darling. Your soul is safe tonight.

And until I decide otherwise, Wendy Michaels is mine.

You want to watch the world burn?” “Let me guess, you’ll set it on fire?” I ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me and settling into my bones. “No, darling. I’ll hand you the match, and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.

No one is allowed to touch you here again.” His fingers pump in and out while his thumb circles slowly against my swollen clit. “I’m a very possessive man, Wendy. And I want you for myself.” His

I would give you the world. You simply have to ask. You want kids? Done.” He presses his lips to my jaw. My stomach tightens. “You want to stay here and never work again?” Another kiss, this time just beneath my ear. “Done.” My core flutters, heat spreading through me. “You want to watch the world burn?” “Let me guess, you’ll set it on fire?” I ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me and settling into my bones. “No, darling. I’ll hand you the match and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.

Because James sees me as his equal. As someone worthy to stand at his side.

Boys are fickle. Real men have loyalty.

For anyone who has been the villain in someone else’s story.

You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

Something about the way he stares makes me feel alive.

The pain of lost time never really gets easier, does it?

Feelings don't just go away, they merely shift and change as your soul breaks, molding themselves into the cracks.

I’ll take care of you, darling. Breathe through the pain.” He blows out a breath and I suck it in, a tear escaping from the corner of my eye.

Do you like to be choked, darling?” His fingers grip tighter with a thrust of his hips. “Want me to squeeze your throat until you’re on the edge of oblivion and seeing stars?

You want to watch the world burn?" "Let me guess, you'll set it on fire?" I ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me settling into my bones. "No, darling. I'll hand you the match, and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.

I feel like a blank jigsaw puzzle with a thousand scattered pieces.

My torn-up heart rattles against its blackened cage, beating just for her, hoping she’ll learn to love it through the dirt.

Every night.” “And straight on ‘til morning.

I realize that even the most fractured of hearts have further to break. Because mine was just decimated to ash.

He leans in, his lips skimming the top of my ear. “And if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll show you the real reason why my mouth should be illegal.

My chest pulls, insides reeling as I stare down at her, realizing that I’ve never held such beauty in my hands. And in this moment, I’m not sure how I’ll let her go.

Don’t ever try to leave me again.

That means you don’t quit until you get what you want. Even if it takes all damn night. Understand?

You’re such a good girl. Do you know that?

It’s in this moment that I know, as wild as it seems, that I love her. And that terrifies me more than anything else ever has.

He already told you, didn’t he?” Wendy cocks her head. “He popped my cherry.” Gasps sound around the table, and I choke on the liquid of my drink, my hand shooting to my chest to stifle the cough. “Wendy,” Peter hisses.

You’re so violent.” He grins. “It’s just who I am, darling.

But people see the world through a personal lens, and sometimes it’s easier to believe what you think is true instead of having to figure out others.

We're all by-products of evil, some of us born into it and others created from circumstance.

His little shadow. Fitting nickname, I think. After all, one can't leave their shadow behind without missing it in the end.

Hi,' she says. My stomach flips. 'Hi back.

If I’m yours, then what are you to me?” Your worst nightmare.

I guess when you’ve experienced the things I have, you learn quickly that immortality is only granted through people’s memories.

Hook,” I whisper through the dark. “Wendy.” “I don’t want to die.” He sighs. “Go to sleep, darling. Your soul is safe tonight.” “Okay.

And maybe that makes me stupid.

If maybe I haven’t irrevocably ruined everything.

Every night.” “And straight on ’til morning.

I’ve made sure that people understand the end of a blade hurts worse when the person wielding it enjoys causing pain.

And just so we’re clear.” He presses his thumb into my chin. “If someone else touches you, I’ll cut off their hands so they can never touch anything again.

He bites, sucks, and kisses, and while I’m sure he’s leaving marks, I can’t find it in me to care, too lost in the way he seems to mold me to fit perfectly to every single piece of him.

Just remember that whenever things feel bleak, all situations are temporary. It’s not your circumstances that determine your worth, it’s how you rise from the ashes after everything burns.

But I’m worse than any of the wild that lives in these woods, and I’ll hunt down everyone involved like prey, bathing in their blood and dancing to their screams until they repent for their sins.

You’re beautiful,” I gasp as he pulls out and thrusts back in. He smirks. “Am I?” “Yes.” My heart swells in my chest and my hand reaches up to trail along his jaw. “You’re dark and moody and mysterious. But beautiful.” Leaning down, he sucks my tongue into his mouth and sets a steady pace, my walls squeezing around his length as if my body wants him closer. Needs him deeper. His lips break away, his hand wrapping around my throat the way he knows I love. “Darling, if I’m the dark, then you’re the stars.” And

He points to the clock tower that sits in the middle of the town square, the moon and stars shimmering in the background. "Straight on 'til morning." My head tilts. "What's that mean?" His arm wraps around my shoulders, bringing me in close. "That means you don't quit until you get what you want. Even if takes all damn night. Understand?

There’s something strangely gratifying about becoming someone’s judge, jury, and executioner. A type of thrill that can’t be replicated. One that courses through your insides and makes you feel untouchable. Infallible. Like a god.

Somewhere along the way, I’ve started to care. The realization that I no longer wish to use her against her father slams into me, sucking the breath from my lungs and making my tortured heart skip a beat. But if I give her freedom, she’ll run far, far away.

So... don't lie to me, Wendy, darling. Because my heart won't survive if you do.

And if you're a good girl, maybe I'll show you the real reason why my mouth should be illegal.

Years of being at the hands of someone who frequently lost their wits have taught me that control is paramount.

Innocent. And for some reason, that shoots a thrill straight to my cock, making it thicken and pulse as I imagine all the ways this place could defile her.

You see ... subduing a woman is all about control ... A delicate weaving of power. A give-and-take, if you will. Supplying them with the absolute pleasure of your dominance.

her chocolate eyes sparkling as she grins up at me, her face level with my groin. Such a pretty position we’re in.

I rather like the idea of you having a reminder of me on your skin.

People aren't static. Our morals aren't constant. They're variables, ever changing and molding into different versions of themselves; energy that can be re-shifted and realigned.

I shake my head, my body trembling. "I don't have anything to give." ..."Then give me all of your nothing.

Wendy Michael is a delicious treat, and I can’t wait to enjoy every bite of it.

Give it to me. I don't have anything to give. So give me all your nothing.

I’m tired of being told to heel.

I think we’re all susceptible to strange things when our emotional and physical state are under duress.

When you’re all alone in your room, how do you make yourself come?

Good girl.” I pat her cheek before lowering her head back to my lap.

How fortuitous that the man I long to kill is serving himself to me on a silver platter.

Pathetic, Wendy.

You have to relax, or I’ll never fit inside you.

we’re all a little twisted, and there’s no such thing as good and evil. There are only perspectives, and perceptions change depending on the angle.

People aren’t static. Our morals aren’t constant. They’re variables, ever changing and molding into different versions of themselves; energy that can be re-shifted and realigned.

desperation making my tongue loose, hoping that somebody would act in my favor. That someone would finally see me and understand.

Most of the time, his personality is calm waters, still and sparkling and as clear as glass. But a single drop can disrupt the entire surface, and you never know when the rain will hit.

Just remember that whenever things feel bleak, all situations are temporary. Its not your circumstance that determines your worth, its how your rise from the ashes after everything burns.

When you come to the JR tonight, wear something blue.” I lean in, my breath ghosting along her ear. “It’s such a lovely color, and I want to spend all night imagining the way it will look shredded on my bedroom floor.

If you want to ensure someone’s loyalty, you have to make sure they understand why you deserve it. And I’ve made sure that people understand the end of a blade hurts worse when the person wielding it enjoys causing pain.

For the record.” He dips his head down, the tips of his hair tickling my neck as he presses kisses to my skin. “I would give you the world. You simply have to ask. You want kids? Done.” He presses his lips to my jaw. My stomach tightens. “You want to stay here and never work again?” Another kiss, this time just beneath my ear. “Done.” My core flutters, heat spreading through me. “You want to watch the world burn?” “Let me guess, you’ll set it on fire?” I ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me and settling into my bones. “No, darling. I’ll hand you the match and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.