Hooked 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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

Filthy words for such a pretty mouth.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

And until I decide otherwise, Wendy Michaels is mine.

Boys are fickle. Real men have loyalty.

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?

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

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’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.

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

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

Something about the way he stares makes me feel alive.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Don’t ever try to leave me again.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

And maybe that makes me stupid.

If maybe I haven’t irrevocably ruined everything.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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?

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

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

Such a good girl,” he purrs.

Darling, you look edible. I regret wasting my night in meetings instead of showing you how thoroughly I enjoy you in that color.

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

I want to make sure you’re taken care of, darling.

My heart stutters, his phrase cementing what I’ve been theorizing for the past few minutes. She doesn’t know about her father. And that means she never betrayed me at all.

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

James may not be a hero, but even villains can feel. And you can’t help who you love.

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.

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.

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

Pathetic, Wendy.

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.

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

I rise up slightly, my hands pushing her thighs firmly apart until she’s split wide open and on display.

James says that sometimes true love requires sacrifice. Well I'll sacrifice my soul a thousand times over in order to stay with his.

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

A surge of something hot whips through my insides and slices up my middle, until I have to physically stop myself from pulling her into my arms and making sure Ru knows that she’s mine.

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 circumstance that determines your worth, it's how you 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.

I am not a good man.” “I know,” she breathes. “I have tortured.” I dip my lips down, brushing them against her neck. “I have killed.” Lifting her shirt with my free hand, my fingers skim up her side, my mouth tasting her collarbone, then trailing over the swells of her breasts. “And I’ll do both again, without ever regretting a thing. I enjoy them.

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.