Mcintire Quotes

You want to watch the world burn?" "Let me guess, you'll set it on fire?" I ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me settling into my bones. "No, darling. I'll hand you the match, and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.

Darling, if I’m the dark, then you’re the stars.

Just remember that whenever things feel bleak, all situations are temporary. It’s not your circumstance that determines your worth, it’s how you rise from the ashes after everything burns.

The greatest thing I've ever done in my life was to love you,Wendy,darling.

You could burn down the entire kingdom until it’s nothing but charred rubble, and I would crawl over the embers with glee, so long as I could worship at your feet.

Maybe people never change and it’s only our perceptions that alter the view.

If something happens, know that I will find you in every lifetime, Sara Beatreaux. You are mine, and not even death can keep you from me.

Only yours, James Barrie.” “And always yours, Wendy, darling.” He kisses my jaw. “Every night.” “And straight on ‘til morning.

But if I’m her calm, then she is my chaos, and if I can’t live with her forever, then I don’t want to live at all.

The truth is, I am yours. Wholly. Inexplicably. Painfully. Unconditionally.” He moves my hand until the dagger presses against his throat. “And if you need to sacrifice my soul so you’re able to live with yours, then do it.

No, little doe, not here. They don’t get your tears.

Give it to me," she whispers. I shake my head, my body trembling. "I don't have anything to give." Her mouth grazes along my jaw, pressing soft kisses to my skin. "So give me all your nothing," she replies.

Anything happens to her and there will be no corner of the earth that can hide you from me. Understand?

Meet me where you kiss the stars.

And to think, it all started with a little bit of faith. Misplaced trust. Missing pixie dust. And a villain who just needed to steal a little love.

But we’re all a little twisted, and there’s no such thing as good and evil. There are only perspectives, and perceptions change depending on the angle.

I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her. “Why?” she whispers. “Because, ma petite menteuse, the thought of not kissing you makes me want to die.

You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. ​— ​J.M Barrie, Peter Pan

I'm done fighting it. James may not be a hero, but even villains can feel. And you can't help who you love.

the only love you can count on is the way you love yourself.

In a world of people who don’t see me, sometimes, it feels as if he’s the only one who does.

I want to reach into your chest and hold your heart in my hands, making sure it only beats for me,” I rasp. “But I don’t want your firsts, Yasmin. I want your forever.

He doesn’t have much, but he does have the fucking audacity.

I'll sacrifice my soul a thousand times over in order to stay with his.

I want the rest of your firsts and your forever.

I’m saying you could drive a man insane. Make him raze the world just to see you smile.

Grief is a weird thing. It’s the only emotion in the world people claim to understand yet treat as an inconvenience.

But I regret, with every fiber of my being, that for even one moment you suffered under my hands.” Her eyes widen, the beautiful shades of brown glossing over. “You are, without a doubt, the only good I’ve ever known.” I rest my forehead on hers, my shaky breaths ghosting across her lips, my thumb rubbing against her cheek. “So… don’t lie to me, Wendy, darling. Because my heart won’t survive it if you do.

I’d like to draw you,” I rephrase, moving in closer, my fingers dancing across her skin. “Just like this, with your face kissing the stars... I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Watch what you say and do because little eyes are watching you.

That’s my girl,” he whispers against my skin.

I am nothing, if I’m not yours.

People aren't static. Our morals aren't constant. They're variables, ever changing and molding into different versions of themselves; energy that can be re-shifted and realigned.

The greatest thing I’ve ever done in my life was to love you, Wendy, darling.

Do you trust me, little doe?” he asks. My heart stalls. “No.” He smirks. “Good.

When do you want it?” “Yesterday.” I press into her. “Now.” She stumbles into the cab’s door. “Tomorrow.

If I’m the devil, amore mio, cast stones at the one who made me.

She could burn Sultans to the ground with me inside, and I’d die happily, knowing she was queen of the ashes.

It’s a cruel place here on earth, filled with people who don’t get it. Who choose not to understand that just because someone is different, it doesn’t mean they’re less than.

Water is the most powerful element in the world. Calm when needed and ferocious when tried.

My anxiety has always bled into my decisions,

I want you to say it because you are mine. Because you’re going to stay, even though we both know you should leave.” Her breathing stutters, her hands framing my face as she stares deep into my eyes. “I’m yours, James.

it’s how you rise from the ashes after everything burns.

She may be your wife, but she is my soul," I whisper against his ear. "And I will cut you up piece by piece and burn your empire until it's soot, just so I can watch her be queen of the ashes.

I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.

Words were my calm in a life filled with chaos.

You thirst for power?” he rasps, his palm ghosting across my collarbone before wrapping around my throat. “I can fill you with it until you scream.

Loyalty. One word. Three syllables. Seven letters. Zero meaning.

Si seulement tu savais quel est mon amour pour toi. You consume me, Amaya. Break apart my faith with the fire of a thousand suns and dominate every nightmare until all I dream is you.

It isn’t fair for you to do this to me. Why did it have to be you?” He lets out a humorless laugh. “You think I wished for you?” His grip tightens against my jaw. “I would scourge the earth if I thought it would erase you from my brain.

She’s strong-willed. She’s fire. She’s the devil, parading as a snake, convincing people to eat the apple. Ma petite menteuse… My little liar.

Filthy words for such a pretty mouth.

Are you ready to go?” His thumb presses into my bottom lip. “With you?” “As if I’d allow you to leave with anyone else.

I don’t like her knowing me as Hook, especially when she’s the only person in this world who makes me feel like James.

I’m in love with you, Julian Faraci. And I would burn the world myself if it meant I could keep you by my side.

The kiss is anything but sweet. It’s twisted, and toxic; a poison masked in sugar, making you love the taste of death. But for the life of me, I can’t stop.

If you were like her, then there wouldn’t be a you.

My love for you is dangerous.

I would light myself on fire and revel in the burn if I knew it would please him.

Do me a favor, pet.” “A—anything,” I stutter out. “Grind that sweet little pussy on me until you make a mess all over my lap.

Killer, I could stare at you every second for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.

I hate her for making me feel like this; for making me covet yet another thing that my brother gets. She bewitches me, and I would rather rid her from the face of the earth than exist in a world where she tempts me but leaves me with empty arms.

I'm going to love you. Because loving you hurts so much more.

Some people say that family is family, blood is blood. But I say that toxic is toxic, and no one is more important than my inner peace, even if it means I lose them for good.

People don't expect to see darkness in the daylight.

Sei bellissima quando implori.

Tell me you’re mine. That you won’t let any other motherfucker touch you.

There’s no one like family, Evie, and there’s no place like home. We have to stick together.

She’s changing me. Or maybe she’s simply making me feel alive.

I will lick, and suck, and cut any part of you I wish, as often as I wish, until you're begging me to slice you open and do it some more." My stomach flips at his words, shock mixing in with the sharp rush of desire that splices down my middle. "I want to consume you, Sara, until I feel you thrumming in my veins.

Bricks are meant for paths,  Yet somehow we’re always still.  If there’s nothing for us in the now,  Then I know there never will.  You belong up here in the light,  and me, in poppies down below.  Maybe one day we’ll meet again,  On the other side of a rainbow.

I point to the en suite. “Shower.” To the closet on the right. “Clothes.” To the mattress. “Bed.” Her gaze follows, and she chews on her lip, nodding. I point to her now. “Stay.” “Woof,” she barks.

Ma petite menteuse, pretending to be so pure.

Show me your pain, little doe. Give it to me so you don’t bear it alone,” I rasp against her mouth as I suck down her cries.

Technically, there are no stars out tonight for me to kiss." I smile as Sara's voice. "Maybe they were waiting for you to arrive.

Tu es la mienne, au cours de toutes nos vies,’ I whisper in her ear. I push myself away from her, forcing the distance I’d do anything to erase. Then I’m gone, knowing that was goodbye.

She takes a sip of her tea. “I get it, dude. Love fucking sucks.” “How do you know it’s real?” I whisper, stomach twisting.   “Does it hurt?” “Like a bitch.” She smacks her lips. “Then it’s real.

For the people pleasers. Sometimes, it’s okay to be a little selfish.

He points to the clock tower that sits in the middle of the town square, the moon and stars shimmering in the background. “Straight on ‘til morning.

Go to sleep, darling. Your soul is safe tonight.

For so long, I hated her because I feared her. And now I fear her because I crave her.

He was the king of pretty words, so now I’ll make him king of the ashes.    The fire burns quickly, and then goes out when there’s nothing left.  Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

All I knew was that I couldn’t let her fall. And maybe that makes me stupid, maybe it makes me weak. Maybe she’s manipulated me into becoming something I never wanted to be. Whatever the case, I don’t care. Because she’s changed me fundamentally. Irrevocably. And there’s no going back. I don’t love Eveline in spite of her flaws. I love her because of them.

I would give you the world. You simply have to ask. You want kids? Done.” He presses his lips to my jaw. My stomach tightens. “You want to stay here and never work again?” Another kiss, this time just beneath my ear. “Done.” My core flutters, heat spreading through me. “You want to watch the world burn?” “Let me guess, you’ll set it on fire?” I ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me and settling into my bones. “No, darling. I’ll hand you the match and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.

And until I decide otherwise, Wendy Michaels is mine.

To those who have lost. May your waves of grief never be taller than your strength.

All is not lost until it is lost.

Would you like to keep pretending? I know you’re not the good girl you claim to be.

he stares, as though he’s diving into my soul and seeing every part, makes me feel like I could ask him for the world, and he’d tear it to pieces just to fit it in my hands.

But power only lies in the hands of those who we let have it,

Sinful girl, coming on my tongue and screaming the Lord’s name while you do it,” he rumbles in my ear.

I’m not going to fuck you, Morgan. I’m going to own you, just like you own me.

You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

There's a difference in beliefs and blind worship. One builds a sense of self, and the other strips it away.

You want to watch the world burn?” “Let me guess, you’ll set it on fire?” I ask. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me and settling into my bones. “No, darling. I’ll hand you the match, and stand at your back, watching you become queen of the ashes.

No one is allowed to touch you here again.” His fingers pump in and out while his thumb circles slowly against my swollen clit. “I’m a very possessive man, Wendy. And I want you for myself.” His

Because James sees me as his equal. As someone worthy to stand at his side.

If you want to burn down hell, you must learn to play the devil’s game.

I love capturing memories. Emotion that’s usually fleeting being frozen forever in time. The wisdom in the gaze of a person who’s lived a full life. The look in someone’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. The joy in their face when they’re laughing at a joke. Photographs help us remember things we’d otherwise forget.

I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her. “Why?” she whispers. “Because, ma petite menteuse, the thought of not kissing you makes me want to die.” Our lips collide, and with just one touch—one single moment—I know I’ll never let her go.