Jj Quotes

She looks like a sweet little lamb from afar, but when you get close, you find out she skinned and ate the damn thing just to use it as a coat. She’s a beast. ~Liam C.

Henry?' JJ asks. 'Asleep in my bed.' 'What?' Ty exclaims.

My name,” I whispered in her ear, and she shivered with pleasure. “Say my name again. Not in anger, or disgust, but as you did just now. As if I am the only man in the world who can satisfy you. ~Liam C.

Liam, soon-to-be-fucking-dead, Callahan was walking down the stairs—my fucking stairs—with his sex hair high and his green eyes sharper than razor blades. He was beautiful, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have to put a bullet in his head and then smash it through a fucking wall. -Melody G.

She is. . . she is Bloody Melody and perfect. God created her and then shattered the mold afterward, for the world could not handle two of her.

Henry looks from my face back to the field, and his eyes pop open wide. I turn to see why he's gaping: JJ and Carter are messing around, trying to shove a scrawny wide receiver into Jerry Rice's stroller. "JJ!" Henry yells, "You can't fit a freshman in that stroller.

Interesting does not even begin to cover what happened today.” I said. “My fiance shot me with my own gun.

Please file your complaint with the office of ‘I Don’t Give a Fuck’ and I’ll be sure not to get back to you.

That ticks me off!” She snapped. “Since when could you bribe me with treats like a fucking child.” I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “So no smoothie then?” “Mango, banana, orange and extra kiwi,” she replied before hanging up.

There are people who are moved by the world, and then there were people who moved the world.

Step one, accept she was a damn boss. Step two, hide all the knives, guns, and maybe the pillows, too.

But you see we can’t all be the phoenix, some of us have to be the ash.

I want you to love me.” I said softly. “But if not, then I want to be the closest thing to you loving me. I want your loyalty. I want your honesty. I want you by my side and no one else’s. I want your body. I want your mind. I want to know your hopes and dreams so I could one day make them reality.

There's nothing you can't fuck up if you try hard enough.

This must be awful for you. You get a job, and then next thing you know you’re dealing with a car chase, a bitchy manager, the SEC, and a boss dying to visit a secluded island with his admin assistant.” A slow grin grew on his face. Mm… when can we go?

OCD is not a disease that bothers; it is a disease that tortures.

The woman I married could fool angels into believing she was one of them.

You’re sexy when you are mean.” “I’m always sexy,” I whispered back. He grinned. “You’re always mean.

She fucking shot me. I had been so shocked and horny that my mind couldn’t even comprehend what had happened.

Shut up!" Henry says, "You're going to wake up Jerry Rice." "Jerry Rice?" Carter says, covering his mouth with a hand. I don't think I've ever seen Carter laugh so hard. "Carter, would you like to be the godfather?" Henry asks. "You know, in case anything happens to me and Woods this week?" "Charming," Carter says. "I''d be honored. Does JJ get to be godmother?" "Obviously," I say. "Can I hold Jerry Rice?" JJ asks. "He''s so cute." "No way, man," I reply. "I don't want to wake that thing up before practice. We'll be late if we have to feed it." "What does it eat?" Carter asks. "I have to breast-feed, cause I'm the mom," Henry says, continuing to push the stroller toward the locker room. "Actually," I say, "It eats a metal rod, made out of, like, lead. So basically, we're learning how to poison babies." "Radical," JJ says as we approach the gym,

Great love only equaled great pain… eventually that’s why Liam was going to have to die after I did.

Control her Neal, or else she will need new parts. No one calls my wife a bitch. . . with the exception of me.

It's what happens. You love, then you lose, then you die. Even if you survive, you die.

Every last person we kill is for family. If we do not kill them, they kill us. It’s the way of the world. It is self-defense.

Why were our lives so fucking complicated? All I wanted to do was sell drugs, make love to my wife, and rule in peace.

Icarus burned because he flew during the day. He wanted the world to see. We fly in the darkness, where people are afraid to look.

I am trying! You are closer to me that anyone else Liam.” “That would be enough, if everyone else wasn’t dead

Tell me it wasn’t fucking you, and you still get to come to the motherfucking wedding sweetheart... Melody G.

He pulls a knife, you pull a gun, he sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue . . .” ~ Al Capone

I always win gentlemen. Even if it looks like I’m losing I’m winning.

As I stared into his shining gaze, there was something raw in the way his eyes trapped mine. It had become a wordless conversation that only my soul understood.

If only these walls could talk…the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone’s a liar.

We have a ball to attend tomorrow night. Assuming you don’t already have plans?” A slow sexy smile grew on his face. A ball? A new gown? With him? It could be worse.

It's not a bad way to live once you let go of the idea that you deserve more.

I swear to God . . .” “God doesn’t come to this part of the house, so swear to me.” -Liam C

I think JJ will tell me that he loves me soon," Lacey says to Kristen. "He definitely will," Kristen says. "I can tell by the way he looks at you." I force myself to cough so I don't laugh. JJ stares at Lacey the way he stares at every one of the Titans' cheerleaders. It's the same way he stares at cheese fries, for that matter.

There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.” ~ Ambrose Bierce

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.” —Stephen King

And if anything comes against us, we will do what we have always done.” “Fight?” “Win.

It took me a moment to speak. My heart pumped madly as though I’d run for miles in pursuit of something vital. In this case, love.

A Taser? Really? What are you, a mall cop?

He used to be a bad boy,” she said. “I looked him up on social media. Tattoos, always partying. And a musician.” That I hadn’t expected. “Really?” “He was a drummer before taking over his daddy’s empire. Very sexy.

I’m not now, nor shall I ever be, any man’s arm candy.

My brain dissolved into a puddle as I watched Lachlan. Instead of discussing the latest trends in brazen minimalism, all I could think of was placing my hand underneath that faded T-shirt and sliding my fingers over those hard pecs.

Star light, star bright, the many stars I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, keep this girl for the rest of my life

I am Liam Fucking Callahan I don’t meet anyone halfway. They bend my way.

You’re right, man! These corndogs are crap!” Drew yelled, launching a corndog straight at JJ’s face.

She was mine. She was all fucking mine.I was the king of the jungle, and the woman beside me was my queen.

I love fall. It's my favorite season. You have to give it to Mother Nature, even when she's technically dying, she's doing it like a true lady and going out with style

My wife tries to murder me every other week. A few of those times, have in fact led to combat…amongst other things.

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless...” —Oscar Wilde

Living up to his reputation as the hottest billionaire in town, Lachlan switched from boyish to devilishly handsome within a blink. With those ocean blue eyes, he offered so many shades of gorgeous I kept forgetting to breathe around him.

One murder makes a villain, millions a hero. Numbers sanctify, my good fellow.” ~ Monsieur Verdoux

Liam, get your horny fucking ass out of bed and help me kill a bitch!” she yelled.

Some rats just don’t know when to die.

I caught a hint of Lachlan’s unique scent again and drew him in deeply, imagining that was how hot sex smelled.

I’d like nothing more than to be your girl.” The words trembled out of my mouth. He took me into his arms and his lips touched mine. Tender and sweet, as though it was our first time.

I’m far too sexy to be suffering from blue balls.

It took a cold son of a bitch to look the love of their life in the eyes, then put a bullet in their skull.

It is not enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs.” —Vaclav Havel

I’d fallen captive to those expressive dark eyes again. I blamed my inappropriate behavior last night on champagne, but in the sobering light of day, I’d fallen into the same drugged stupor. She was soft. Strong. Real. And seriously curvy.

I had to came to tell you how beautiful you look. Really, Jay, you look amazing. Hard to believe the raggedy little girl who punched me in the face could grow up to look like this.

If you think for a bloody second that I would ever let you go through any of this alone, you've lost your mind. I will find you, I will bring you home, and I will fix you, do you hear me? Because I need you to fix me too.

His eyes trapped mine and although I could have stared at that face all night, I had to look away in order to breathe. I wondered whether I preferred the slick tuxedoed hunk, or the rugged version that looked like he’d just wrestled a bear. Both.

But it’s not your world. I was fingerpainting and flicking through my dad’s art books while you slurped back cornflakes with a silver spoon.” I shook my head. “That’s bullshit.” “Oh?” She grinned. “I hate cornflakes. And I don’t slurp.

I hear workplace hookups are really in right now.” I laughed. “Something tells me they’ve been in for a long time.” He took the exit for the Arts District. “This chick sounds like she’s got you sprung.” I took a deep breath. “Lust will do that.” “Can’t have love without lust, man.

You can’t win if you aren’t willing to lose it all.

J.J. scoffed. But just as he’d done ever since he’d read this phrase when he was twelve, he said the word “scoff” instead of just making the sound, and none of us had been able to convince him this actually wasn’t correct.

I let out a slow breath, wondering if someone had slipped LSD into the water. Because the past two months spent with Lachlan had felt like a trip, replete with swirling color, levitation, toe-curling pleasure and the type of madness that incites uncontrollable laughter and tears.

There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.” ~ Aldous Huxley

We're all the same in the dark.

He walks among us, but is not with us.

God needs me. What would happen if there weren’t people like me? If the world were perfect, if everything was the way you wished it to be, then why would you pray? God needs me, because without us, you forget about Him.

It takes a long time to make the perfect playlist. I don't believe in that little Genius button they have on iTunes. That's cheating.

I get scared because things are finite, and I don't want them to be finite with you.

There sitting in the middle of the bed with her pinky sticking out as she drank her tea like the damn queen of England, was my wife.

Now let’s make nice with the government before they try to pin us for tax evasion.

She could disarm and cut people down with them alone. It was a talent of hers. She had no need for guns, she just liked them.

I want you to remember to laugh, remember that it’s okay to be happy without me.

Wife, there is no expiration date on vengeance. It doesn't just last a lifetime, it spans generations. So let us rest tonight; it is not us who will die tomorrow." "Shakespeare's got nothin' on you.

OCD focuses on the negative. I didn't think to myself, My praying will save my grandma. Instead, I thought, If I don't pray, my grandma will die for sure.

You don’t become ruthless with hugs and kisses. It is pain that makes us.

When the doors to the control room opened, I instantly threw my knife. Liam stared at the knife lodged in the wall by his head before looking at me wide eyed.

Until I’m dead - and only when I’m dead - am I out of this game. Until then I fucking own you. Are we clear?

You don’t control this. I do. And you’ve pissed me off, wife.

Me. Her. Everything…it equaled nothing.

I am a music snob, and proud of it. I'm a New Yorker; smugness is my birthright.

I loved being dominated in such a beastly sexual way. How his hands, lips and tongue all grabbed on to me.

Love me enough to let me go. -Gwen Love me enough to stay. -Eli

But I wanted… I needed her to need e as much as I needed her.

Don’t push me, Melody. I’m not above hiking this dress up and fucking you in front of all of Chicago.

The thing is: you might be right to trust someone at one point, but they can change." "+ in between they must be drifting from trustworthy to not. But you can't tell how far they've drifted until it's too late.

You’ll be expected to smile even though you want to scream and say everything is fine even when the sky is on fire… Because that’s what queens do. They make beauty look effortless and fear pointless.

The anger I’d had, everything, was gone, and kissing her reminded me, again, that she was right. We were connected to each other. She was the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins; she was my whole life.

Truly good people, which are very hard to find, don't think they're good people. They believe that they're doing what anyone else would do. The truth is, ninety percent of us are hiding from the world and our true selves. We force ourselves to do the "right" thing because we're afraid of the consequences of doing what we really want to do.

I remember your parents' funeral, JJ. It was the hardest one I'd ever done in my career... I didn't think I was going to make it through the service, but I looked out and saw you, JJ, standing there in the pew. Your eyes were dry. Your chin was up. I saw such strength. I wondered what your parents did that made you so strong at such a young age. But then I noticed you were holding Phillip's hand tightly, just like you are now, and I knew where all that strength came from. It's from each other. You get strength from each other. Whatever you face in life, I hope you face it like you are now. Han in hand. United. If you do that, you'll make it. You'll have a wonderful marriage.

When she reached me, she stopped and kissed my father on the cheek before taking my hand. However, when I looked in her eyes I saw a twinge of sadness, and it pained me to my core. I squeezed her hand, not to hurt her, but to tell her I saw and I didn’t like it. I wanted her to be happy. I would let her pick anyone in the church and kill them if it made her smile.

I hate it when you call me, Melody,” she said softly. “It hurts. It hurts when you pull away from me. Everything you said before, it hurt me. I hate you for saying them, and I hate myself for caring. I hate more than anything that I…that it’s so hard for me to say how much I love you.

We have three children. I’ve finally mastered Italian. I’ve personally overseen charities here and in Italy for all of them and still I’m the dog. However, it does not bother me in the least…because you are the master of me. My mind, my body, my heart. Mel, you control all of it, all the time.

Because I grew up around Danny and Phillip, I discovered the truth about the male language very early in life. What I learned is there are three basic responses that most guys will use when shouldered with the major task of having to answer the question, How do I look? by the fairer sex. Although I have never confirmed it, I am convinced that boys are taken aside in school, probably in fifth grade when the girls watch the film about getting their periods, and are taught the following three responses: You look like shit. (Translation: You look bad. Just go back to bed and start over tomorrow. I really shouldn't be seen with you like this.) You look fine. (Translation: You look good enough to be seen with.) You look hot. (Translation: I want you.) They also must teach them there is only one acceptable variation to these responses and to use it sparingly. The variation is simple. They just throw a REALLY into the sentence. The following are examples I have witnessed: JJ, you REALLY look like shit. (Translation: You must be very hung over, or sick, or having an extremely bad hair day. I really don't want to be seen with you.) REALLY, JJ, your hair looks fine. (Translation: Your hair looks the same to me as it always does, even though you spent an hour fixing it, so stop messing with it and lets go because you look good enough to be seen with.) And… (Insert cheerleader's name here) looks REALLY Hot. (Translation: I REALLY want her.)