Huang Quotes

If you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.

The possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.

You and me against the world, princess.

Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths.

You are the light to my dark, Sunshine,” he said in a raw voice. His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “Without you, I’m lost.

If you let lesser people determine your self-worth, you'll never reach higher than their limited imagination.

Careful, Mr Larsen, or I’ll think you actually like me.” His mouth curled into a grin. “Baby, we’re way beyond like.

To everyone whose favorite color is morally gray.

You will always be my first, last and only love.

You don’t have to work overtime to get people to love you, Ava. Love isn’t earned, it’s given.

She felt like heaven to my hell, the closest I’d ever get to salvation, and yet I still wanted to drag her into the depths of Hades with me.

But someone once told me we always end up where we're meant to be, and this is where I'm meant to be. With you.

I went from wanting to kill you…to willing to kill for you.

You’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.

You’re mine,” I said against her mouth. “Let another man touch you, Jules, and you’ll find out just how easily I can take a man’s life as I can save one.

Hell with you sounds like heaven to me.

I would take a thousand fights with Jules over a thousand easy days with anyone else. Because I didn't want easy. I wanted her.

How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.

Bridget Von Ascheberg was mine and mine alone. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t mine to take. I was taking her anyway.

We always end up where we're meant to be.

When I’m not with her, I wish she were there. When I am with her, I want that moment to last forever.

I thought you don’t believe in love,” I teased. “You’re right. That was the wrong word … Because love is ordinary. Mundane. And you, Stella … You’re extraordinary.

A small smile touched Rhys’s lips. “I always knew you would make a great queen.” “I’m not queen yet.” “You don’t need a crown to be queen, princess.

Because I love her!” I slammed my hands on the table. “There, happy? I love her so much I would rather give her up than hurt her. But if you think I’m letting her go to another country alone, with no protection, you’ve got another think coming. Now give me her fucking flight info.

I’d do anything for you. No matter how twisted or impossible.

Like he wanted to burn the world down at seeing me hurt.

Darkness was always drawn to light, but I wasn’t just drawn to her; I was fucking obsessed. I would throw myself into her flame and let it burn me alive if it meant her warmth was the last thing I felt before I died.

That’s my girl. Hate me. Don’t cry over me. Never cry over me. I’m not worth it.

Alex gripped my chin and brought my gaze to his. “What did I tell you? You’re mine, Sunshine. You’re never touching another man unless you want him six feet in the ground. So yes, we’re fucking exclusive.

I never claimed to be Prince Charming, and my love isn’t a fairy tale type of love. I’m a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won’t write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for. Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.

Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.

A smile tugged at her mouth. “You couldn’t stand me back then.” “Doesn’t matter. You were still mine.” I curled my hand around the back of her neck while keeping my thumb on her lip. “Mine to fight with. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.” My voice dropped. “Mine to love.

The calm to my chaos, the silence to my storm.

Go. To. Hell,” I panted. It was the only sentence I could manage before another sharp thrust scrambled my thoughts. His dark chuckle reverberated through me. “You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.

Consider it a lesson for the future. Pretty words and pretty faces don’t equal pretty souls.

You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.

Sometimes, people change. And sometimes, they meet people who make them want to change.” “And sometimes, people sound like a human fortune cookie.

My dream is to be with you. And my biggest fear is losing you. You will always be my first, last, and only love.

Sometimes, all we needed was the knowledge someone somewhere cared about us.

I want to make a few things clear.” Christian’s lips brushed mine with each word. “Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can’t touch you…” His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. “And I will fucking die.

You were still mine.” I curled my hand around the back of her neck while keeping my thumb on her lip. “Mine to fight with. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.” My voice dropped. “Mine to love.

You filled a part of my soul I always thought would be empty, and you healed scars I never knew existed. And I realized... it's not that I didn't believe in love before. It's that I was saving it all for you.

You take the most ordinary or unexpected things and make them extraordinary.

Here I thought you only ate caviar and human hearts.” “Don’t be ridiculous. Caviar tastes awful with human hearts.” Vivian’s laugh evoked a strange sensation in my chest. Heartburn? Investigate later.

If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor. They always went back to her.

Is this a bookstore scavenger hunt?” I bounced on my feet, unable to contain my delight. “Scavenger hunt and puzzle.” Josh’s cheek dimpled. “Have to make sure your brainpower meets my standards, Red. I don’t date dummies.” “Understandable. Someone has to be the brains in the relationship.

I wanted every shadow of his soul and every piece of his beautiful, multilayered heart. I wanted to pour into him every drop of light I had to give until he consumed me whole. Until I was his, and he was mine.

Do you remember Costa Rica?” [...] “How could I forget?” It was one of the happiest memories of my life. “You asked me if I'd ever been in love. I said no.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “Ask me again, princess.

When words fail music speaks.

Butterfly?” Beautiful. Elusive. Hard to catch.

I came back knowing this was what I signed up for. To see you every day and not be able to touch you. Kiss you. Claim you.” … “I came back despite knowing the torture I’d have to go through because I can’t stay away from you. Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.

I would never make it to heaven, but that didn’t matter as long as she ruled beside me in hell.  Stella was made to be my queen.

You and me, sweetheart. That’s the destination. And I’m willing to take as many steps as I need to get there.

Love wasn’t always about the big moments. More often, it was tucked in the small moments connecting the major ones.

She wasn't mine to take, but I was taking her anyway. Her laughs, her fears, her joy and her pain. Every inch of her body and beat of her heart. All mine.

Don’t make a sound,” he warned. “This is an important call.

You know, you’re the first guy I’ve been with in my room.” “First and last, Red.” “Possessive much?” “Damn right I am. I don’t like sharing.” “Sharing is a virtue, Josh.” “I don’t give a flying fuck. I don’t share. Not when it comes to you.

I don’t need a happily ever after. I need to be by your side. I need you happy and healthy and safe. Goddammit Bridget, I need you. In any way I can have you.

Who needed therapy when you could punch your friend in the face every week?

Somehow, somewhere along the way, I’d fallen in love … Not like or lust. Love, in all its terrifying, unpredictable, unwanted glory.

If you saw yourself the way other people see you,” he said quietly. “You’d never doubt again.

I love you. So fucking much.” I thought saying those words for the first time would feel strange. They didn’t. They felt like they’d been waiting to find their home all these years and found it in her.

Per te aspetterei per sempre, amore mio.

Not till your thoughts cease all their branching here and there, not till you abandon all thoughts of seeking for something, not till your mind is motionless as wood or stone, will you be on the right road to the Gate.

No kissing or face-to-face contact during sex,” she murmured. “I thought those were your rules.” …”You’re right, sweetheart,” I said, dropping my forehead to hers with a resigned sigh. So. Fucked.. “But the rules don’t apply to you.

...Death was oblivion; life was reality, the harshest truth that had ever existed

You’re the only thing that could make me happy forever.

Darkness craves light as much as it wants to destroy it,

Touch her for any reason other than to save her life, and you die.

The day I met you,” he said. “Was the luckiest day of my life. You’ve always been the brightest part of my world, Butterfly. And you always will be.” The depth of emotion in his words stung my eyes. “You don’t strike me as a guy who believes in luck. “I believe in everything when it comes to you.

To knowing your worth and never settling for less than you deserve.

His next words pitched low and rough. “Tell me what you want, Vivian. Do you want me on my knees?

For all the girls who think smart is sexy. (And who know the quiet ones are the freakiest).

You need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you.

I’ve never wanted someone more, and I’ve never hated myself more for it.

The day people stopped thinking they could change someone who didn’t want to be changed was the day fewer hearts got broken.

You told me once there was something beautiful waiting for me, something that’ll restore my faith in life. I’ve found it. It’s you.

I'd rather be the villain with her by my side than the hero who risked losing her because of a misguided sense of morality." - Alex Volkov

How does he look at me?” “Like he never wants to look away.

I hated having to hide her, us. I wanted the world to know she was mine and mine alone. I wanted to tattoo myself into her skin and sink into her so fucking deep she could never get me out.

You want the world to think you have no heart when in reality, you have a multilayered one: a heart of gold encased in a heart of ice. And the one thing all hearts of gold have in common? They crave love.

There’s not much in the world I want to claim as mine. I’ve seen and done too much shit in my life to believe in forever. But you…” He grasped my chin with his free hand. “You belong to me. I don’t give a fuck what a law or anyone else says. You are mine.

I didn’t know what I’d done in my past life to deserve her. I wish I did so I could repeat it on a loop and ensure we found our way to each other in every lifetime.

I grasped her chin and angled her face toward mine. “Tell me who or what I need to kill,” I growled. “What happened at your father’s house?” “I told you, nothing. It was just the lake.” Ava eked out a wobbly smile. “You can’t kill a lake.” “I’ll drain every fucking lake and ocean in the world if I have to.” A tiny crystal tear slipped from her eye. “Alex…” “I mean it.” I rubbed the tear away with my thumb. My heart raged in my chest, a snarling beast furious at the sight of her distress and the thought there was something in the world that would dare hurt her.

I hated how much I wanted her, and I hated that she wasn’t smart enough to run away from me while she still had a chance. Thought let’s be honest, it was already too late. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

Say the word, and I can make it look like an accident,

I broke her heart once, and I’d let her break my heart a thousand times in return if it meant that one day she found her way back to me.

You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.

You live in my head all the fucking time, even when I don’t want you to…” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.

Love.” The word floated between us on a soft gust of air. “Deep, abiding, unconditional love. You want it so much you’re willing to live for it.” Most people thought the biggest sacrifice they could make was to die for something. They were wrong. The biggest sacrifice someone could make was to live for something—to allow it to consume you and turn you into a version of yourself you didn’t recognize. Death was oblivion; life was reality, the harshest truth that had ever existed.

I never really lived before you … And I don’t want to imagine living after you.” I dropped my forehead to hers, my chest aching with need and want and a thousand other emotions only she could make me feel. “Stay with me, love. Please.

Careful, Stella.” His low warning pulsed between my legs. “I’m not the gentleman you think I am.” … My reply fought it’s way past my dry throat. “I don’t think you’re a gentleman at all.” A slow, lazy smile tugged at his lips. “Smart girl.

How’s the book?” he drawled later, when he’d finished his workout and I’d grabbed the closest book I could find before he entered the living room. “Riveting.” I tried to focus on the page instead of the way Rhys’s sweat-dampened shirt clung to his torso. Six-pack abs for sure. Maybe even an eight-pack. Not that I was counting. “Sure seems that way.” Rhys’s face remained impassive, but I could hear the mocking bent in his voice. He walked to the bathroom, and without looking back, he added, “By the way, princess, the book is upside down.” I slammed the hardcover shut, my skin blazing with embarrassment.

I don’t have the money to buy you all the flowers you deserve yet,” he said, sounding so solemn and formal I couldn’t help but smile at the contrast between his tone and the jar of colorful paper flowers in his hands. “So I made them instead.

Twelve days, eight hours, and nine minutes. I spent every second thinking of you.” Josh’s lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “I thought I knew what I wanted before. Becoming a doctor, chasing the next high. Being the most popular, most liked person in the room. I thought those things would make me happy, and they did. Temporarily. But you…” He rested his forehead against mine. “You’re the only thing that could make me happy forever.

When Ava turned away, Jules leaned in and whispered, “He’s totally whipped. Watch.” She raised her voice to a panicked level. “Oh my God! Ava, are you bleeding?” Alex’s head snapped up. Less than five seconds later, he ended his call and crossed the room to a confused-looking Ava, whose hand froze halfway to the scones on the table. “I’m fine,” Ava said as Alex searched her for injuries. She glared at Jules. “What did I just say?” “I can’t help it.” Jules’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “It’s so much fun. It’s like playing with a windup toy.” “Until the toy comes alive and kills you,” Stella murmured loud enough for everyone to hear. Alex stared at Jules with displeasure scrawled all over his face. His features were so perfect it was a little unnerving, like seeing a carefully sculpted statue come to life. Some people were into that, but I preferred men with a little more grit. Give me scars and a nose that was slightly crooked from being broken too many times over perfection. “Pray you and Ava stay friends forever,” Alex said, icy enough to elicit a rash of goosebumps on my arms.

Most people thought the biggest sacrifice they could make was to die for something. They were wrong. The biggest sacrifice someone could make was to live for something—to allow it to consume you and turn you into a version of yourself you didn’t recognize. Death was oblivion; life was reality, the harshest truth that had ever existed.

Before, Jules was beautiful in the way grass was green and oceans were deep. It was a fact of life, but not something that particularly touched me. Now, she was beautiful in a way that made me want to drown in her, to let her fill every inch of my soul until she fucking consumed me. It didn't matter if it killed me, because in a world where I was surrounded by death, she was the only thing that made me feel alive.

Bridget von Ascheberg was mine and mine alone. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t mine to take. I was taking her anyway, and if I could tattoo myself onto her skin, bury myself into her heart, and etch myself onto her soul, I would. Her eyes widened, but before she could respond, I closed the distance between us and grasped her chin with my hand. “But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine. No other man touches you. If they do…” My fingers dug into her skin. “I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident. Understand?” She nodded, her chest rising and falling more rapidly than usual. “I mean it, princess.” “I understand.” Definitely breathless. “Good.” I swiped my thumb over her bottom lip. “I want to hear you say it. Who do you belong to?” “You,” she whispered. I could smell her arousal already, sweet and heady, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “That’s right,” I growled. “Me.

We’re only together because of a deal you made with my father. What’s it to you if my ex shows back up in my life? … Why do you care?” “I don’t know!” The force of his reply stunned me into silence. Dante’s granite mask cracked, revealing the torment underneath. “I don’t know why I care. I just know I do, and I hate it.” Self-loathing coated his voice. “I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose Control.” Every word, every step brought him closer until my back pressed against the wall and the heat of his body enveloped mine. “But I do.” His voice dropped, turning ragged. “With you.