Jules Ambrose Quotes

But if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I would never, ever fall in love with Jules Ambrose.

Bed. Singular. As in, there was only one. And I had to share it with Jules Ambrose. Kill me now.

In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.

I hated losing. But I couldn’t even be mad because what she just did? Fucking genius. I rubbed a hand over my mouth, unable to hold back a laugh of grudging admiration. Jules Ambrose was something else.

I hated this newfound effect she had on me. I’d gone years without being turned on by her, and now, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her. I didn’t know what changed, but it was pissing me the fuck off. … Of all the horrible things that could happen to me, being sexually attracted to Jules Ambrose topped the list. No question.

Speaking of which, I also have a proposal for you." "Alex." I clutched my chest. "Ava's not gonna like it if you propose to me too. Bigamy is illegal in D. C.

Are you stalking me, Josh Chen?” “Are you trying to forget me, Jules Ambrose?

Jules Ambrose, speechless. I should’ve done this earlier,” Josh joked. “Would’ve saved me a lot of headaches in the past.

I wasn’t sure what possessed me to ask her when I could’ve brought any number of casual female acquaintances, but reason flew out the window whenever Jules Ambrose was involved.

In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.” “That’s because you’re a masochist. It’s okay. I love you anyway.

Because you're it for me. Wheter it's today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that'll never change" Josh's lips brushed against my skin before he pulled back, his face taut with emotion. "I'm human, Red. I've made mistakes in the past, and I'll make many more in the furture. But one mistake I'll never make is letting you go, not when there's even a sliver of chance left for us. Because the posibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.

I’m going to be a lawyer. Power heels are essential for stomping all over the opposition.

Are you stalking me, Josh Chen?” “Are you trying to forget me, Jules Ambrose? Because if you are… It’s not going to work.” “You have an awfully high opinion of yourself.” “I promised I’d give you all the time you needed, and I will. But I’m not going to sit back while you date other guys, Red.” “I told you it wasn’t a date.” “And I told you I don’t share. Not when it comes to you.

Yeah, Jules!" Chelsea said in a voice thick with envy. "Go away, you're making the rest of us look bad." She winked at Jule's date wickedly. "I bet you just want to eat her up, don't ya?" He stared at Chelsea with bewilderment and glanced back at Jules for help. "Just ignore her," Jules explained over the noise from the sound system. "She doesn't get out much." Chelsea tried to look hurt by Jule's words, but she couldn't quite pull it off. "I'm just sayin', Jules, he'd better watch his back tonight, or I might be trying to take you away from him." Chelsea loved to play the potentially bi-curious card, even though everyone knew she liked boys far too much to go to bat for the other team. "Gross!" cried Claire, who wasn't pretending at all. Claire hated it when the conversation deviated too far off her straight and narrow path. The operative word being straight. "Don't worry, Claire-bear," Chelsea soothed condescendingly. "I'm not going to hook up with Jules." She wrapped her arm around Claire's waist and then said suggestively in he ear, "I'm much more likely to make a move on you." "Eww!" Claire shrieked, shoving Chelsea away. "Get away from me!" "Leave her alone, Chels," Jules interrupted. "Or you're gonna make her start her 'It's Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve' speech. And sorry, Claire, but none of us really want to hear that." Jay pulled Violet close to him as they listened to the familiar, playful bantering. He slid his arm around her waist from behind, and let his lips gently tease her earlobe while no one was paying attention to the two of them. Violet wanted to turn around right there, in his arms, and forget this whole dance thing altogether. "Hey!" Chelsea's voice interrupted them, and Violet jumped a little, realizing that everyone was staring at them. "Did you hear me?" Violet leaned forward on her crutches and away from Jay, still feeling bemused by the close and intimate contact. "What?" she asked, trying to focus on what had been said. "I said, 'I gotta pee.' Let's go to the bathroom," Chelsea repeated as if Violet were some sort of imbecile, incapable of understanding normal human speech. "Keep it up, Chels, and none of us is gonna want to hook up with you tonight," Violet promised jokingly. Chelsea grinned at Violet. "I like the way you think, Violet Ambrose. Maybe you'll be the lucky girl I choose.' And then she turned to Jay. "Don't worry, I've got her from here," Chelsea announced. Jules and Claire followed. Violet laughed and glanced back at him. "I'll only be a few." Jay gave her a skeptical look that no one else would have even noticed, as he assessed the three girls who would be escorting Violet. And then he finally nodded. "Okay, I'm gonna show these guys my car." He was beaming again. "I'll be right outside, but I won't be long." Violet did her best to keep up with the trio ahead of her, but it was hard on one high heel and two crutches. Finally she yelled at them exasperatedly, "If you guys don't wait, I'm not going!" They all three stopped and turned around. Chelsea tapped her lovely silver shoe impatiently. "Hurry up, Violet, or I swear I'll take you off my list.

I would never, ever fall in love with Jules Ambrose

I didn’t care if Jules Ambrose was the last woman in the world. She was one person I’d never sleep with. Ever.

Her eyes lit up. She lived for presents. She once told me it was a shame Santa wasn’t real because, as old as he was, she’d fuck him if it meant she’d wake up to a different gift every morning. Granted, that had been after three eggnogs over the holidays, but still. Jules Ambrose’s mind worked in fascinating ways.

Bed. Singular. As in, there was only one. And I had to share it with Jules Ambrose. Kill me now.

Once upon a time, delivering an apology to Jules Ambrose would’ve been as painful as cutting out my own tongue. Now, the words tumbled out with relative ease.

Of all the horrible things that could happen to me, being sexually attracted to Jules Ambrose topped the list. No question.

Jules Ambrose was something else.

I don’t know what the fuck happened in your past, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure you out. You’re a scared little girl who chases highs to run from your demons, never caring about the destruction you leave in your wake. Classic fucking Jules Ambrose.

In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.” “That’s because you’re a masochist.” I couldn’t contain my smile. “It’s okay. I love you anyway.

If I looked up drama queen in the dictionary, I’d find Jules Ambrose’s face next to it, but I loved her anyway. At least she was into fun drama and not the nasty, backstabbing kind.

I knew for a fact Jules Ambrose was more dangerous than she appeared. But she didn’t pose a threat to Bridget, so I didn’t mention what she did in Ohio. It wasn’t my story to tell.

Jules Ambrose’s mind worked in fascinating ways.

Jules Ambrose bambaşka bir şeydi.”- Çarpık Nefret

Are you stalking me, Josh Chen?” “Are you trying to forget me, Jules Ambrose?” I gulped at his dark tone. “Because if you are…” Josh took another step toward me. “It’s not going to work.

Cansada de trabajar el doble que los demás y luchar aún más para demostrar mi valía" −Jules Ambrose.

Dinero significaba seguridad, refugio y comida en la mesa." −Jules Ambrose.