Nocticadia Quotes

What separates monsters from good men is only a matter of perspective.

He was moody, like rainy days and bitter coffee. Sensual whispers in dark corners and the slow burn of fine whiskey.

That is the tragedy of women, isn’t it? We deny ourselves beauty for the sake of misleading men.

That I would kill for you without a beat of hesitation, or remorse. And yet, at the same time, I could be reduced to nothing more than a pile of ash without you.

Jealousy is a callow schoolboy’s emotion that ends in hard feelings and bloody noses. What I feel for you, Miss Vespertine, would destroy lives.

My social anxiety came courtesy of my mother, who’d always shunned the notion that people were inherently good. In her eyes, everyone was a serial killer until proven otherwise,

I plucked a piece of lint from my black slacks and offered a small but insincere smile.

Don’t hide from me, Lilia. You are no less beautiful than that day you walked into my classroom and stole my fucking breath.

Translations "Voulez-vous boire un verre, mademoiselle?" Would you like another drink, Miss? “Si vous comprenez, retrouvez-moi dans le placard dans dix minutes.” If you understand, meet me in the closet in ten minutes. “Je comprends. Et je décline votre offre.” I do understand. And I decline your offer.

I was drawn to her, for reasons I could neither justify nor understand. A realization that annoyed the shit out of me. She was an itch on my brain that I couldn’t scratch. The maddening shimmer in the corner of my eye during lecture that distracted my thoughts. The kind of girl who seduced with nothing more than a single glance. A bite of the lip.

Good fucking girl,

The guy was a creep sundae with a rotten, moldy cherry.

You are a confused moth dancing about a wild flame. Blind to the incomprehensible danger of your curiosities.

I happen to get very attached to my fictional boyfriends.

literally pegged in the ass by his mistress, who’d probably wished she’d spent the night counting cracks in her ceiling instead of pounding the one that had undoubtedly made for a shitty night.

Now you can buy coffee whenever you like. –B

My phone slipped out of my hands, clattering to the floor.

a dimple in his cheek.

Your professor is about to eat your pussy, Lilia.

She was precisely the kind of woman for whom, I’d easily cast aside whatever pathetic morals still smoldered inside my conscience—one whose drive and passion wasn’t tainted by power and money. So hungry to learn, and I longed to be the one to feed her every spoonful of depravity she craved.

Without a doubt, Lilia Vespertine was going to be a massive headache. But she was my headache.

On a whim of absolute adrenaline, I sent the video to my phone,

An incredibly beautiful, but annoying, problem.

I’m going to enjoy every moment of knowing I’m the only man who’s ever tasted you.

My sweet, decadent Lilia laid out before me like a delicious meal.

Stay out of trouble, Curious Moth,” he said, as he strode for the door. Curious Moth. A nickname. A fitting one, too, given the fact that I had no intentions of avoiding the flame.

The wealthy possess an insatiable appetite for the rare and priceless. They stare because you’re the only thing worth staring at.

Calling her beautiful was like calling the sun lukewarm. She’d blazed like the hottest part of a flame in that dress. And fuck me, I’d felt the heat.

Her name was a dirty scalpel plunged deep inside my chest,

She was the warmth of the sun on a cold and rotting corpse. The first breath after a lifetime of death.

Jealousy is a callow schoolboy’s emotion that ends in hard feelings and bloody noses. What I feel for you, Miss Vespertine, would destroy lives.” Palm

Some sadist group. They call themselves Schadenfreude

Depends on the moth I’m studying.” Eyes on me, he pushed to his feet, stumbling back a step.

I was always scared of it. The vastness. The power. The way it could sweep a person off their feet and carry them miles away from shore. Then you’re alone and adrift in the middle of nowhere. With God knows what swimming beneath you.” I stared off, imagining the visual I’d had on the ferry ride. “Deep waters terrify me.

It was a level of mastery I couldn’t even fully appreciate, because I’d never had someone so boldly dive between my legs before. In my limited experience, boys took. They took without much thought, and they rarely ever reciprocated.

The truth is an intangible luxury of the powerful.

Allow me to caution you, Miss Vespertine. You are a confused moth dancing about a wild flame. Blind to the incomprehensible danger of your curiosities.

The wealthy possess an insatiable appetite for the rare and priceless. They stare because you’re the only thing

What separates monsters from good men is only a matter of perspective. In your eyes, I’m a sick fuck for what I’ve done to you. But I, on the other hand, see you as a parasite.

That I would kill for you without a beat of hesitation, or remorse. And yet, at the same time, I could be reduced to nothing more than a pile of ash without you. I’m weak for you, Lilia.

I’m not going anywhere. You and I? This? There’s no escaping it. Doesn’t matter how fast you run, or how far you get, I will always be inside you just like this. In your bones and in your blood and in your head. It doesn’t matter what you tell the universe–what secrets you spill. Nothing can change what we are, what we’ve become.

I fell in love with him–his abrasive heart and blood-stained hands. The dangerous and erudite professor, with fiery eyes and cold steel flesh. We hid away in shadows, stealing kisses under midnight stars. He taught me passion and courage, and to seize what I wanted by the teeth. And in return, I taught him to feel again.

walking aphrodisiac topped with whipped cream,

allowing just enough of a peek of the deep grooves there.

With all due respect, I believe that’s the failure of the one teaching.

A delicious mixture of coffee and spicy cologne trailed after him.

I hated to admit that I’d enjoyed his bruising grasp a bit too much.

I’ve eaten quite heartily whenever we’re together.

What I feel for you, Miss Vespertine, would destroy lives.

I dropped my bag and suitcase and slammed my fist into her cheek.

It’s not Professor Bramwell’s father.

My, you are a wicked little moth.