Lana Myers Quotes

To defeat a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul. —Lana Myers

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. —Lana Myers

This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Lana Myers. This is for the ones people still whisper about. This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You're not alone.

I love you too, Lana Myers,” he says so softly. And in that moment, I’m completely his. There’s no revenge; there are no deaths staining my hands. I’m just a girl in love with a man who’s destined to hate me when he learns the truth.

I'm Victoria Evans. The daughter of the man you killed. The sister of the boy you let die. The victim you turned into a monster. And i'm going to fucking kill you all.

Even a monster has nightmares. I'll be his.

Sometimes people don't find justice. Sometimes they have to take it.

I'm back, motherfuckers.", i say quietly as we pass the town hall. "And i'm going to make your life hell before i paint your town red.

This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Lana Myers. This is for the ones people still whisper about. This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You’re not alone.

Monsters can come in many forms. A pretty girl who loves the color red, for example--the color her victims bleed when they are begging to be spared.

There's a certain high you get from fooling the world into thinking you're the lamb instead of the rabid wolf.

It's time they die at the hands of a dead girl who forgot to be weak. I can't wait to watch them burn.

Because Lana Myers has been in my head since the day I met her, and it’d be nice if someone noticed I was missing.

To defeat a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul.

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It's supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they're worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. – Lana Myers

I'm so much worse and better than you. I'm the thing the monsters in the dark fear. And now i'm even the Boogeyman's nightmare.

The monsters in here can't compare to the monster i am.

Even if they did hear, they'd keep walking. That's what people do. They tell themselves they'll just die too. They tell themselves their life is more precious than the person dying at close to their feet. They just don't give a fuck in short. A dark smiles curves my lips as he stares up at me in suprised horror. He came into this alley as the predator. He'll die as the prey.

The man who has terrorized Boston for so long, and now DC, is just a toy on her strings. Who the fucking hell is Lana Myers.

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It's supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they're worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. — Lana Myers

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. —Lana Myers Fuck the list. It’s time for the endgame

I love him enough to burn the world to the ground in his name. He just loves me enough to feel betrayed" - Lana Myers

I am Kennedy Carlyle. Well, actually I’m Lana Myers. Victoria Evans and Kennedy both died, and Lana was born.

She left with Jacob Denver. The two of them own a buy, sell, and trade store online. And Kennedy Carlyle now goes by Lana Myers.

This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Lana Myers. This is for the ones people still whisper about. This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You’re not alone.

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It's supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they're worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. -Lana Myers

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It's supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they're worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. — Lana Myers

I love you too, Lana Myers,” he says so softly. And in that moment, I’m completely his. There’s no revenge; there are no deaths staining my hands. I’m just a girl in love with a man who’s destined to hate me when he learns the truth. And it’s devastatingly tragic; more so than any Shakespearian play ever was.

They stole. They lied. They brokered peace with the devil in exchange for the souls of an innocent family. Yet you call me the monster. Fuck you. <3

But death won't come too soon. I don't believe in mercy.

I get off on terror. I want him to cry for much, much longer.

I'm just the typical American woman. Or is it the typical American psycho?

Leonard’s eyes meet mine, and for a brief moment, I panic. My movements were precise, showing far more experience than Lana Myers should have.

I love you too, Lana Myers,” he says so softly. And in that moment, I’m completely his. There’s no revenge; there are no deaths staining my hands. I’m just a girl in love with

Lana Myers has been in my head since the day I met her, and it’d be nice if someone noticed I was missing.

I love you too, Lana Myers," he says so softly. And in that moment, I'm completely his. There's no revenge; there are no deaths staining my hands. I'm just a girl in love with a man who's destined to hate me when he learns the truth. And it's devastatingly tragic; more so than any Shakespearian play ever was.

Seven Devils” by Florence + The Machine “Paint it, Black” by Ciara “Monsters” by Ruelle “One Way or Another” by Until The Ribbon Breaks “Paranoid” by Post Malone “Royals” by Lorde “So Thick” by Whipped Cream featuring Baby Goth “Sweet But Psycho” by Parker Jenkins “My Blood” by Twenty One Pilots “Candy” by Guccihighwaters “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna “Horns” by Bryce Fox “No One” by Mothica “All The Time” by Jeremih, Lil Wayne and Natasha Mosley “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys “Monster” by Meg Myers “Soldier” by Fleurie “Fuck It I Love You” by Lana Del Rey “Kill Our Way to Heaven” by Michl “Sweet Dreams” by Emily Browning “Everybody Wants to Rule The World” by Lorde

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. —Lana Myers Fuck the list. It’s time for the endgame.

love you too, Lana Myers,” he says so softly. And in that moment, I’m completely his. There’s no revenge; there are no deaths staining my hands. I’m just a girl in love with a man who’s destined to hate me when he learns the truth. And it’s devastatingly tragic; more so than any Shakespearian play ever was.

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It's supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they're worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. – Lana Myers

"Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It's supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they're worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted." – Lana Myers

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It's supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they're worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. – Lana Myers

Lana Myers is not Kennedy Carlyle.” He looks genuinely confused, and I hand him the same folder. “Lana Myers is Victoria Evans.

Why Lana Myers? What made you choose that name?” She grins as her eyes struggle to remain open. “My mother said she and my father always argued about my name before I was born. They agreed immediately on Marcus, but my name? It was one of the few arguments they ever held. She wanted Victoria because of my late grandma. My father loved the name Lana, had heard it when he was traveling as a teen with his parents. He said he felt like I was going to be a Lana, and not some regal girl like the name Victoria suggested.

Mom said after I was born, she knew she was right. But Dad said he was right, because the definition of Lana suited me perfectly, even though my mother argued I was as hot-tempered as any Victoria there ever was.” I tilt my head, wanting in on the inside joke. “What does Lana mean?” “Depends on the country. Precious. Little Rock. Sun Ray. But Dad said it was the Hawaiian meaning above all else that suited me—afloat; calm as still waters. It took a storm to offer me a calm.” She meets my gaze again, and I smile, thinking of how well it does suit her. “I needed a name that meant something; I needed something to keep me from fading into a new persona. That was the only one I had,” she goes on. I run my finger along her nose, tapping the end of it. “It fits you perfectly. But why Myers?

Instead, she tracked down my stepfather, killed him, and then saved a child’s life. A child I let down by not being the hero a devil was. Lana Myers, or whoever she really is, survived something so dark that she needs revenge. But Logan is sleeping with her. He’s falling in love. And she’s a fucking psychopath. My own guilt for my failures has me wondering what happens if I stop her. I don’t know enough about her victims to know if they’re hurting others the way I let Kenneth get away with.

It’s Lana. Lana Myers. Feel free to investigate me, Mr. Profiler.

Kennedy might have died that night, but the stranger I never met saved my life. I went in as Victoria, left as Kennedy, took on her rich, orphan life, and ‘legally’ changed her name to Lana Myers to avoid anyone from her past finding me out. It was the easiest way to build a fund to support us and to change my identity. Jake didn’t get good at more inventive forms of identity changes until the past couple of years.

It’s not like they’ll link any of it to me, of course. Lana Myers doesn’t exist in that town. Never has. Victoria Evans died ten years ago. I look nothing like her anymore. They made sure of that. My eyes flick to the small mirror on the wall beside me. Without any makeup, you can see a few faint scars.

Sometimes people don’t find justice. Sometimes they have to take it.” “I love humanity but I hate humans. —Albert Einstein” “Einstein said, “The weak revenge. The strong forgive. The intelligent ignore.” Fuck that. Einstein wasn’t always right.” “Revenge is a dish best served cold… Now that I agree with. It means they forget you’re coming for them, and their screams sound so much prettier when the time finally comes.” “The monster never gets the prince. It’s always the sweet and innocent princess who wins.” “I drop back down to my seat, wondering how planning out a brutal murder is easier than dating. The world is entirely too fucked up.” “And yeah. I can handle the Boogeyman. Even a monster has nightmares. I’ll be his.” “Life sucks. Then you die. Might as well live while you’re still alive.” “The monsters in here can’t compare to the monster I am.” “He’s sin and pleasure wrapped in a package I’m tempted to peek at.” “Yet, we don't miss a day speaking. And it's the highlight of my day. Every day. Every time. Every single word.” “I want him degraded to the point he has nothing but indignation and humiliation left. Then I want his screams.” “This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Lana Myers. This is for the ones people still whisper about. This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You’re not alone.” “he’s killed numerous people the same way with the same methodology and reasoning…so technically he’s a serial killer too. It’s logically truthful. Other than wearing a badge to find it legally justifiable, we’re the same.” “He serves justice the best he can. I serve revenge in the way it needs to be.” “The weak revenge. The strong forgive. The intelligent ignore.” “I would rather set him on fire than speak to him ever again.” “At night, when you close your eyes and allow yourself to be vulnerable…that’s the only time you dare to wonder what it’d be like to be with someone.” “Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a persistent one. Albert Einstein said that.” “Three pounds of flesh will be extracted while he’s awake. He’ll beg and plead. He’ll pray to pass out. But he will feel it all. Just like we did.

To defeat a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul.—Lana Myers

Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted.—Lana Myers

Lana Myers is Victoria Evans.

To defeat a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul. - Lana Myers