Madeline Sheehan Quotes

His blue eyes glittered with amusement. “Naïve, darlin'," He murmured. "I stole you a long time ago. Round the time you f**kin' stole me.

There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need them to change your life or you’re the one that will change theirs. - Angel Flonis Harefa

GIRL, write YOUR book dammit. Who cares what people think? If writers in the past cared what other people thought we'd still be glossing over 'inappropriate' kissing scenes. Break the fucking rules. Push yourself to the edge. Show the world what YOU can do. This is YOUR book. YOUR blood and guts. AND, don't you EVER, EVER, write one single line for SOMEONE ELSE.

Hey," I said softly and cupped his cheek. "Yeah?" “What about your dream?” His face went dimples. “I’m lookin’ at it, darlin’.” Oh. Crap. My heart felt near bursting. I was absolutely done for. This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between.

Can't fuckin' live without you. Want you on my bike and in my bed. Want my kids inside you. Want you by my side babe for as long as I got left

Everything has beauty. Even the ugly. Because without the ugly, there would be no beauty. Because without beauty, we would not survive our pain, our sorrow and our suffering.

She doesn’t belong to one of my boys, she’s fuckin’ mine.

It wasn’t easy. Nothing worth doing ever is. And love is worth everything.

If your old man caps me, you better be front and center at my fuckin’ funeral, cryin’ your goddamn eyes out.

He looked down at his flaccid cock. "Congratulations," he said. "You've just fucked yourself to death.

What’s wrong with you?” He sneered. “You’re not her, that’s what’s wrong with you. What’s she got that you don’t? Bitch, she’s got me and you never fuckin’ did.

Back of a bike is comin' for ya and soon too, cuz baby the way you’re lookin’ at me is tellin’ me you want it. And you want it bad." - Deuce to Eva (Undeniable)

Been tryin’ to let you go, been tryin' for fuckin' years,” He said roughly. “Haven’t figured out how yet.” - Deuce to Eva (Undeniable)

Whatever this shit is between us it’s always been there and it’s always gonna be there. I’m shit-fuckin’-tired tryin’ to ignore it. I’ll try to do right by you Eva, you’d be the first, but I’ll fuckin’ try my damndest. And baby, true freedom is the open road, the wind on your face and a good woman on the back of your bike holdin’ you tight like you’re her reason for breathin’ because she sure as fuck is yours.

Life may not always go the way you'd planned, you may not have the perfect family, you may not be the most beautiful, but that doesn't mean you can't make the best of what you do have.

If his girl was broken, someone sure as fuck was going to die for that.

Daddy!” Eva whirled around, glaring. “I’ve been fucking Deuce since I was eighteen! I wanted to fuck him when I was sixteen! Maybe I even wanted him when I was twelve too! Who knows! What I do know is I have been in love with him since I was five! So get over it! And don’t you dare shoot him or I’ll shoot you!

Shhh,” He growled into my mouth. “I got you, I fuckin’ got you. Just let it go baby girl, just fuckin’ let it go.

And babe, when I kissed you and you kissed me back, not knowing that the fuck you were doin’ but doin’ it anyway, not carin’, just feelin’, I fuckin’ lost myself in that kiss. Couldn’t remember ever losin’ myself in a kiss until then. That fuckin’ kiss, Eva, has gotten me through some pretty bad nights. That fuckin’ kiss reminds me that life ain’t all bad.

When it comes to you darlin’ I got no fuckin’ sense. You fuckin’ pull me in until you’re all I can fuckin’ see and suddenly I can’t fuckin’ breathe but I don’t care cuz, babe, you’re you, and I ain’t never met anyone as fuckin’ perfect as you.

I am Preachers little girl. And I'm gonna be just like him when I grow up. I'm gonna have a Fatboy but I want mine to be sparkly and I want a pink helmet with skulls on it. And instead of being the club President, I'm gonna be the club Queen cuz I'm gonna marry the biggest, scariest biker in the whole world and he's gonna let me do whatever I want because he's gonna love me like crazy.

From chaos, the strongest sort of love is usually born.

You’re my reason, Deuce … You always have been.

Jesus. Why couldn’t he have had boys? All boys. Little fucking shits like Cage. A whole slew of ‘em he could throw condoms at and be done with it.

Deuce," I whispered, "You love me"? His eyes went skyward, and he snorted. "Babe.Yeah. Long time now".

I damn well know a good thing when I see it and babe all I’ve ever been able to fuckin’ see is you. Not many chances a man has in his lifetime to do right, to earn the love of a good woman, and to get a taste of true freedom. And babe, for me, you’re all fuckin’ three. Have been for a good while now.

Where’s you’re fuckin’ bitch?” Cox looked right then left. “Shit,” he muttered. “I thought I heard something earlier. Figured she was fuckin’ Ripper again. Fuckin’ hell. I was gonna ask her to marry me.” “You’re already married shithead. This ain’t fuckin’ Utah.

Babe,” he whispered. “Can’t look at me like that and expect me to be keepin’ it reeled in.” “Baby, don’t ever keep it reeled in,” she whispered back. “Not with me.

I know I’m a fuckin’ bastard with a bad temper and I don’t fuckin’ deserve you but, shit Eva, if you woulda stayed put I woulda done better by you than you’ve had. You feel me?” I stared at him. And fell in love with him all over again.

Cox shrugged. "if that's what it takes to get laid, then I'm a fuckinin'poet. Other times I'm a fuckin' accountant. Or a plumber. Sometime's a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Mark Twain said, “The two most important days in your life is the day you were born and the day you find out why” I don't remember the day I was born but I remember the day I found out why. His name was Deuce. He was my “why”. And this is our story. It is not a pretty one.  Some parts of it are downright ugly. But it’s ours. And because I believe everything happens for a reason, I wouldn’t change a thing

Danny," Ripper whispered in my ear. "Three songs gone by and there's some old fuckin' bitch makin' statutory rape faces at me.

Because baby, I'm wild pussy and wild pussy can't be bought. Wild pussy doesn't like having pretty things thrown at it and being expected to do the samba on someone's cock in return. Wild pussy doesn't do deals. Wild pussy lives free and for itself and takes it however it likes it; on a bed, on a couch, on the hood of a car, in a bathroom stall or up against a wall in an alleyway and it laughs the entire time. I've known you for a while now Chase. I know you've never had wild pussy and I know you never will. Wild pussy doesn't fuck uptight cock. And it sure as hell doesn't like silk boxers

There it is, darlin',"He said softly, his lips curling slowly in a sexy grin. "Nothin'like seein' a pretty girl gettin' all fired up.

Perspective is a bitch when it slaps you in the face, after the fact

Baby,” he said, “listen to me. I ain’t beautiful, you are. You’re so damn beautiful you got it spillin’ out all over the place, blindin’ you into thinkin’ I’m beautiful when I ain’t. Farthest thing from it.

You scared of your old lady, Ripper?”… “Fuck you,” he shot back. “I ain’t scared of shit except havin’ nowhere to put my dick when it gets cold and sad and wants a motherfuckin’ hug.

There are weak men; men who run and hide when life slaps them in the ass. Then there are men; men who have a backbone yet occasionally, when life slaps them in the ass, will rely on others. And then there are real men; men who don’t cry or complain, who don’t just have a backbone, they are the backbone. Men who make their own decisions and live with the consequences, who accept responsibility for their actions or words. Men who, when life slaps them in the ass, slap back and move on. Men who live hard and die even harder. Men like my father and my uncles. Men I loved with all my heart. Men like Deuce.

Motherfuck,” Deuce muttered, staring after him. “Ten bucks says he fucked that mouthy little asshole. Motherfuckin’ little fuck can’t keep it in his pants for shit. Cocksucker would fuck a hole in the wall. Probably has.

He knew Danny, she was a fucking chatterbox. She was always rambling on and on about music and clothes and some asshat named Chan-a-something Tater Tots.

Aw, fuck,” Ripper muttered. Crossing his arms over his chest, the guy leaned back against the doorjamb. “Danny,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “Shit just got real, baby.

For fuck’s sake, Tegen, stop overthinkin’ every damn thing. Just get on my goddamn dick and start fuckin’ bouncin’.” Well, how could I deny such sweet talk?

FUCK THIS SHIT. Fuck the club and the code, and fuck brotherhood. He would give it all up for her. For his woman. Because she sure as shit was his, and he’d go to hell and back ten times over before he lost her forever.

Love is a feeling, a real, raw, and unscripted emotion so sensationally pure, unable to dull even under the strain of a world against it, strong enough to heal the broken and warm even the coldest of hearts. Innate. Unavoidable. Undeniable. And sometimes, love is unconventional and it breaks all the rules and blurs all the lines and basks in its glory, shining as bright as the sun, unapologetically glowing even under the narrowed stares of society and its screaming, self-righteous morals, berating and judging that which it doesn’t understand.

Ripper was my rainstorm, my skin-drenching frenzy, where you couldn’t tell right from left, where all you could feel was the phenomenon exploding throughout your body, feverishly burning through you even as it pleasurably cooled.

Dad?" "Yeah?" "She the reason you’re pissed off all the time?" "Yeah." "She the reason you left mom?" "Yeah." "You love her?" "Yeah." There was a long pause. "Cool." "…yeah." "Dad?" "Jesus, Cage.  What?" "Does this mean I can have at Miranda?" Christ. "Yeah, you fuckin' hornball.  Have at it." "Cool.

All scares tell a story beautiful girl....mine tell the story of how I found you.

Next time you call my kid a whore, I will end you, you fuckin’ feel me?

And sometimes, love is unconventional and it breaks all the rules and blurs all the lines and basks in its glory, shining as bright as the sun, unapologetically glowing even under the narrowed stares of society and its screaming, self-righteous morals, berating and judging that which it doesn't understand.

This wasn't love. It was hate. And love. That fine line had been destroyed. Mutilated.

I'm tryin' to figure out whether I'm gonna slap some sense into you or fuck the shit outta you.

Eva,” he rasped, cupping the back of her head and forcing her to look at him. “Marry me, darlin’.

Damn, Ripper,” Cox said, snorting. “You’re so pussywhipped you need your old lady defendin’ you?” “Cox, don’t speak,” Kamie said. “It makes you less hot.

You don't otta like someone to like fuckin' 'em. You can even hate their fuckin' guts and still like fuckin' 'em. Sometime's that's the best kinda fuckin'. Angry, crazy, fucked up, fuckin'...

Who’s fuckin’ pussy-whipped now, asshat?” Cox laughed over his shoulder. “That would be you, bitch!” “You did not just call me a bitch!” Mick roared, chasing him. “Bitch! I fuckin’ did! Bitch!

Now woman, you need to start doin’ what you came here to do or I’m gonna do it for you.

Nearly every female that crossed Cage’s path fell immediately into a big bucket of fucking stupid.

The things this man made me feel just by speaking was unreal. At times I wanted to weep from the sheer sensation of never before experienced feelings that I knew had already wrecked me for any other man.

You respect women, you little fuckin' shit. It was a fuckin' woman who carried you around in her fuckin' body, fuckin' birthed you, and fuckin' loved you. And it's gonna be a woman who keeps you warm at night, who lets you inside her body, and it's gonna be a woman who carries around your fuckin' children. You fuckin' respect that, you feel me? You fuckin' respect women— all of ‘em— or I will end you.

Still wearin' Chucks and singin' out of tune I see.

You’re a good kid, darlin’. A good, sweet kid. Promise me you’ll stay that way, yeah? No matter what you see, no matter what sort of fucked up shit happens to you. Don’t let this life turn you bitter. - Deuce to Eva (Undeniable)

I love you,” she cried softly. “No one else, baby, not like this, not the way I’ve always loved you.” “How much do you love me?” he asked hoarsely … “You already know,” she whimpered. “You’re everything to me, everything, you always have been, baby…

Maybe this is how his miserable life was going to end: death by pussy. Which when he thought about it, it made sense. It was because of pussy that you came screaming into this world; might as well be pussy that took you out of it.

I love her," he rasped, his eyes on Danny. "You want me to beg, I'll fuckin' beg. I'll do whatever I gotta do if it means she keeps breathin'.

Babe, you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole goddamn world to me. You’re all I fuckin’ want, Teacup.

Coulda fuckin’ told me, little sister,” he said quietly. “Would never let you go through all this shit by yourself.” Grabbing my hand, he threaded his large fingers through mine and squeezed. “This is what big brothers are fuckin’ here for … To pick their little sisters up when they fall the fuck down.

I'm gettin' old babe. Got grown ass kids and gray fuckin' hair. Spent too much time married to a bitch I couldn't stand, too much time beatin' myself up for wishin' I was balls deep in a bitch eighteen years younger than me. Add that shit together and that equals me being fuckin' miserable for a long fuckin' time. So yeah, I can't do this anymore. Can't fuckin' live without you. Want you on my bike and in my bed. Want my kids inside you. Want you by my side babe for as long as I got left - Deuce West

You been stickin’ your shit in any hole that’ll take it, so what the fuck makes Tegen any damn different?” Cage imploded. “BECAUSE SHE’S TEGEN!” he roared. “She’s fuckin’ mine!

Michael,” he heard her say, her voice soft. “Please look at me and let me show you what love is.

Cause when it comes to you, darlin', I got no fuckin' sense. You fuckin' pull me in until you're all I can fuckin' see. Suddenly, I can't fuckin' breathe, but I don't care 'cause you, babe, you're you. And I ain't ever met anyone as fuckin' perfect as you.

Darlin’, we live in a fuckin’ cesspool of shit and dirty-ass motherfuckers, but if you found somethin’ good and true, somethin’ that you can bank on bein’ there for you when everything else is fallin’ apart around you, whoever it is, I’m good with it.

But we got through it.  Together.  It didn’t happen overnight and it wasn’t easy.  Nothing worth doing ever is. And love is worth everything

I love you, Teacup,” he said, smiling. “Always have … just didn’t realise it until now.

Why?” He asked brokenly. “Why would a woman like you want anything to do with a man like me?” “You may have done bad things,” she whispered tearfully. “But you’re not a bad man, Michael. You saved my life, and you saved my life because you have a good heart. Now I want to do the same for you.” Dirty’s heart exploded. He was done. Motherfucking done for.

Listen to me agent c***,"...

You're better than you think," I whispered. "I didn't realize it when I was little, didn't understand that look in your eyes, why you always looked so sad, but I get it now. Someone got inside of you and messed you all up, made up down and left right so now you think you're shit when you're not even close. So you need to listen to me when I tell you that you are better than you think. You're even better than that. To me, you're the best." - Eva to Deuce (Undeniable)

Oh god, Anabeth,” Ellie muttered. “Your whole life is based around sex.” “So?” she shot back. “It’s better than having sex with fictional characters!” Ellie shot up out of my desk chair. “I do not have sex with fictional characters!” “Oh puh-lease, I’ve seen the books you read, all big muscley men and virginal women and steamy sex. Why else would you read that crap if not to get off?

My longtime broken heart was breaking again, shattering, falling to pieces and disintegrating. And in its place was a brand new heart. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The world won’t end with a bang. The world won’t end with a whimper. In fact, the world won’t end at all. But it will change and if we refuse to change with it… It will be us that ends.

Since when are you so nice?” I whispered. Cage’s nostrils flared slightly. “Only once, since the day I met you, Teacup, that I haven’t treated you right. Am I right?

Ain’t no such thing as mistakes,” he said. “There’s only shit that happens and shit that don’t.

Respeta a las mujeres, pequeña mierda. Fue una jodida mujer quien te llevo en su jodido cuerpo, quien parió y te amo. Y será una mujer quien te mantenga caliente por la noche, quien te permitirá entrar en su cuerpo, y será una mujer quien traiga al mundo tus putos hijos. Respeta a las putas mujeres a todas o te mataré.

and he kissed her. And kissed her. Fucking kissed her. Kissed the fucking shit out of her. Kissed her the way he'd been wanting to kiss her since he'd left her.

Take it, Teacup,” he said hoarsely. “Be my girl.

Mark Twain dijo: “Los dos días más importantes de tu vida es el día en que naces y el día en que descubres por qué.” No recuerdo el día en que nací, pero recuerdo el día en que descubrí por qué. Su nombre era Deuce. Él era mi “por qué” Y esta es nuestra historia. No es una bonita. Algunas partes de ella son francamente feas. Pero es nuestra. Y porque creo que todo pasa por una razón, no cambiaría nada.

He didn't just want to fuck her, he didn't just want her in his bed... He wanted her on the back of his bike. Yeah, he wanted to lay claim to Danielle West, ink his name on her body and slap an old lady patch on her ass. And worse, he wanted the world to know it.

Love is a feeling, a real, raw, and unscripted emotion so sensationally pure, unable to dull even under the strain of a world against it, strong enough to heal the broken and warm even the coldest of hearts. Innate. Unavoidable. Undeniable.

I’m layin’ fuckin’ claim to you, Tegen, every single fuckin’ part of you, right the fuck now.” “You can’t have any part of me!” I cried, trying to turn my head but his grip on my hair was too tight. Grunting, he yanked my head backward, forcing me to look up at him. “Wrong,” he growled. “I’ve always had you. Only difference is now, I’m takin’ you.

No, he didn’t care about anything else in the world except for his woman, the sweetest kid he’d ever met, the smartest too, a kid who’d turned into the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. A woman who didn’t just love with her whole heart but with her body and soul. A woman who time and time again, brought him to his fucking knees, had him prayer to a god he didn’t believe in just so he could keep her by his side. A woman whose motherfucking smile made the world and his life seem somewhat livable. Even worth it sometimes.

The difference between a self-induced orgasm and an orgasm given by a man is like comparing a rainy day and a rain storm. Rain was a sure thing, you knew exactly what you were going to get: a clean and crisp, both sweet and refreshing experience. But rainstorms were unpredictable, they were riddled with surprises, messy and wet; they were something you had no control over.

You ever watch It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown?" Deuce asked. "Stupid Fucker makes me laugh." I decided, I too, really liked that stupid fucker Charlie Brown and made a mental note to watch everything featuring Charlie Brown as soon as I got home.

I was just telling Steve how much you appreciate motorcycles and it just so happens that he has one” Whoopee. Like I fucking cared. “Oh yeah?” I said, glancing at Steve. “What kind of ride?” The douche canoe grinned at me, revealing two perfectly straight and glaringly white rows of teeth. “A BMW,” he said. “R12—“ “A sports bike?” I interrupted, wrinkling up my nose. “How super gay for you.” … “Sports bikes are for pussies. True fucking story.

Tegen, that’s a hot piece of ass.” Cage’s already rising temper flared to life and his arm shot out. Gripping Cox’s shirt collar, he pulled them nose to nose. “My hot piece of ass,” he growled. “Which you do not fuckin’ talk about.” Cage froze. What? What the fuck? Why the fuck… Where in motherfucking-shit-fucking-hell-fucking bullshit had that come from?

Can I resume taking your pants off now?” she asked. “If I let you, will you wipe that dirty fuckin’ look off your face?” “Maybe.” “Babe, I’m gonna need a guarantee or it’s a no-go. I can’t be fuckin’ some bitch who’s looking like she’d rather be doin’ laundry. Not sure my man-whorin’ ego could take a blow like that.

Your mother holds you skin on skin and when you enter this world, feeds you with her own body; skin on skin. Your father runs his fingers over your tear stained cheek, presses his lips to your forehead; skin on skin. You make love, skin on skin with a man you love, a beautiful man. And then, if you’re lucky your own baby will enter this world and you’ll hold her skin on skin, feed her with your body skin on skin. It’s a magical thing.

When it came to Cage West, my mistakes were plenty and my regrets were numerous. If my past were a person, I would grab the throat of that motherfucker, drag her ass down Re-do Street, and once I’d beaten the ever loving shit out of her, I’d stand over her beaten-down, broken body and say: “You stupid bitch. You ignorant, stupid bitch. Love isn’t a fucking answer. It hurts more than it doesn’t, it’s harder than it is easy, it takes work, guts and perseverance.

After all the shit they'd gone through - the pain, the loss, the heartache, the straight up evil brutality that made them question everything they'd thought to be true and had nearly driven them apart for good - he knew he'd do anything for her. Steal anything, kill anyone, be anyone.

The difference between a self-induced orgasm and an orgasm given by a man is like comparing a rainy day and a rainstorm. Rain was a sure thing, you knew exactly what you were going to get: a clean and crisp, both sweet and refreshing experience. But rainstorms were unpredictable, they were riddled with surprises, messy and wet; they were something you had no control over. Rainstorms brought you to your knees, soaking you in uncontrollable need, lightning flashing before your eyes while you dug your fingers deep into the earth, trying to hold on; unable to tell which was louder...the thunder roaring in your ears or the pounding of your heart.

If you were older, darlin', I'd have you on the back of my bike and in my fuckin' bed. And you'd be not just likin' it, but lovin' it, beggin' me for more." My lips parted, and my chest expanded as I sucked down much needed air. Holy shit. I'd felt that statement all the way down to my toes and back up again. And I wanted to feel it again. And again. Only naked and wrapped around Deuce's body. "There it is, Darlin'" he said softly, his lips curving slowly in a sexy grin. "Nothin' like seein' a pretty girl gettin' all fired up.

There are three different types of men in this world: There are weak men- men who run and hide when life slaps them in the ass. Then, there are men- men who have a backbone, yet occasionally, then life slapps them in the ass, will rely on others. And then, there are real men- men who don't cry or complain, who don't just have a backbone, then are the backbone. Men who make their own decisions and live with the consequences and who accept responsiblity for their actions or words. Men who, when life slaps them in the ass, slap back and move on.