Marrow Trisha Wolfe Quotes

Tell me I’m the only one you want. The only one who can stand in your flame as you burn down the world.

I’m going to go out on a limb here,” I say, waggling the leg around before dropping it onto the gurney with a thunk.

No trip to Madrid for me this year, I assume,” he whispers. When I turn my smile toward him, it’s fucking dazzling. “I guess not. Suck my sweet pussy lips, Jack.

And isn’t that what our best teachers do. They unveil hidden worlds, sometimes those that were right before our unseeing eyes. They ignite our curiosity. They make us question what else is waiting to be discovered, if only we let ourselves thaw.

They are only mine. Now come on my fucking tongue and keep quiet.

And any man who even imagines touching you will be sliced into ribbons of flesh-

There’s never enough time for the things that I cherish, and always too much for the things I don’t want.

Her polished bones would look good displayed on my trophy mantel.

Not to say he won’t come to peep in your windows.” The black door closes behind me and locks. “If he does, I’ll fucking flay the skin from his face and feed it to him,” Jack says. “And they claim romance is dead.

I have killed for my mother. I’ve killed for survival, out of compulsion, to sate cravings, and even, at times, fun. But the decisive difference is that I wouldn’t just kill for Kyrie—I would give my life. Hell, I’d even let her take it.

The only problem is, Jack…you’re wrong,” I say, striking out with the last word. I hit Jack’s chest with a Taser. He lets out a strangled, gritty groan and drops to the dirt. His body convulses in distress as I uncap a syringe with my other hand.

I’m going to choke that pretty throat with my cock, and you’re going to watch me do it. You’re going to take everything I give you. You’re going to swallow every rung of this fucking ladder and every drop of cum. And you will not take those beautiful blue eyes off me. Understand?

Kyrie’s ability to mask her expression and blend into any environment is, admittedly, impressive. I should have realized this trait beforehand. So many tiny tells are coming to light as I study her today, and I realize how she even masked herself from me. It wasn’t hard; my ego did most of the work for her.

Three days. And in that time, I’ve found pieces of Mason in my daily lunches. Toenails in my yogurt. Testes buried in my tofu salad. Entrails in my travel mug of egg drop soup. When I approached Kyrie to inquire about her antics, her response was: “You said to dispose of the body… Digestion is a fantastic form of disposal, Jack.

I’ve been waiting for this moment, this look between us when Jack realizes he’s gotten me wrong all this time. I’ve wanted it since the time he berated me for the notorious CRYO freezer incident in the lab, when he accused me of destroying his tissue samples through sheer ineptitude. It was the first time I truly accepted that I might have to put my little beast down. Who’s inept now, you fucker.

To anyone who dreamt of someone who would burn the world for them, who loved the villain, who rooted for the dark souls in their fairy tales… We hope Jack and Kyrie ignite your beautiful black hearts.

He pulls his blood-soaked shirt off and stalks toward me, lethal, consuming. Inescapable. When Jack reaches out a hand it’s like a magnet, and I take it, following with sure steps as he leads me to the growing pool of blood and pulls me down with him to the floor.

He’s stoked my rage into an inferno that simmers beneath a fragile shell, the lick of its molten heat too close to the surface for me to contain any longer.

But the decisive difference is that I wouldn’t just kill for Kyrie—I would give my life. Hell, I’d even let her take it.

She’s the marrow. She’s my marrow. Kyrie didn’t start as a killer—she was made. And I helped make her.