Phantom Hd Carlton Quotes

There isn’t a life where I wouldn’t be your phantom, or a death where I wouldn’t be your reaper.

If Genevieve is my end, then I open the door to death with no hesitation.

I call you my rose because for you, I would take all your pain so you would suffer none,” I tell her softly. “I would go through hell for you. Die for you. Do anything you asked. I love you, mia rosa. More than you will ever know.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to only love you in the dark when you deserve to be loved in the light?

The only waterfall I’m interested in is the one I’ll be drinking from between your thighs. Now face forward and bend over the railing, mia rosa. I won’t ask you again.

Come sit on my lap, pretty girl. Let me take care of you.

There will never be another, nor will I live a life without you. Death awaits us all, Genevieve. Even still, it will not keep me from you.

I lean closer to her ear. “No, mia rosa, not even God can have you,” I growl. “You’re mine, and you will only pray to me.

Let the ghosts judge. Unlike them, I have a life to live,

I’m a bad man, but I won’t be her monster. No. I want to be her savior.

How dare he not even care! “Men,

if I wasn’t already in love with her before, I’m utterly powerless to her now.

I would follow you anywhere, Genevieve. If you were standing at the edge of the earth and wanted to fall, I would only stop you long enough to take hold of your hand so I could go with you. There isn’t a life where I wouldn’t be your phantom, or a death where I wouldn’t be your reaper.

What’s your name?” I ask again breathlessly. “Ronaldo.” “Do you want to hurt me, Ronaldo?” “Never,” he answers. “I only want to cherish you, Genevieve.” “How do you know my name?” “I know everything about you. Just as I know you will love me, too.

You’ve lost your mind,” I breathe. “Since the moment I saw you,” he confirms.

Nothing could compare to the likes of you, my love. You are the most beautiful flower and the rarest gem, more breathtaking than any of earth’s wonders.

That”—I breathe shakily—“is a dangerous weapon.” He grins cheekily. “If only it could win the war.” “It won me,” I confess. “Is that enough?

Love cannot define what I feel for you. But I will settle for it with my words and show you what I truly feel with my actions.

Letting a man into my home, and kissing him. A man who isn’t my husband. A man who stood outside my window for weeks, watching me from afar. There is something wrong with him. Clearly there is something wrong with me, too.

There is little in life I’m deserving of—little that I allow myself to indulge in. Yet you are the crux of all my selfish desires. I would cease to breathe if I could not share air with you, Genevieve. If I can’t live with you, I refuse to at all.

I have no death wish, but some days, I have no will to live, either.

butterflies in my stomach and I are old friends,

How could Ronaldo rule hell if he makes me see heaven?

I’m not only riveted by her. I’m possessed by a need to have her. And she must be mine.

I will bleed for you, mia rosa, but I must require you to bleed for me, too,” he warns.

You fuck me so good.” “You take it so good.

If you want to know how good I make your pussy feel, then I expect you to fucking taste it, too.

Look how desperate your cunt is for me,” I snarl. “But I don’t think you know what true desperation is like, do you?

Fuck, baby, you look so goddamn pretty when you’re desperate. My needy little slut.

This is true desperation, mia rosa,” I bite out through clenched teeth. “This is what I feel when you are near. So completely taken by you that I can’t fucking breathe.

Then maybe you should spread these legs so you can show me how pretty you look when you come for me.

I beg you to suffocate me, mia rosa. I’ll die a happy man.

Such a perfect fucking cunt,” he bites out through gritted teeth. “This pussy was made for me. To fuck and fill with my cum as much as I goddamn please.

My mother told me a story about the time my father asked her out on their first date. He was in love with her and chased after her wherever she went. She said he’d asked her on dates a thousand times before, and every time she would ask him why. He would give these shallow reasons, like her beauty or her smile and so on. So, she said no. Then, one day, he came to her with a single rose in his hands, the thorns plucked from the stem. He handed it to her and asked her on a date. When she asked why, he admitted that he was dirt poor and stole that rose from his neighbor’s garden. The owner caught him and shot at him for trespassing. Clearly, he got away unscathed except for his bleeding hand. The thorns had pricked him, and he couldn’t fathom giving my mother a rose when it could hurt her. So, he sheared them from the stem and ran straight to her. He told her that despite his nearly dying, he’d do it again. That he’d put himself through hell just to see her smile. That he would take all her pain so she would suffer none.

call you my rose because for you, I would take all your pain so you would suffer none,” I tell her softly. “I would go through hell for you. Die for you. Do anything you asked. I love you, mia rosa. More than you will ever know.

I’ve never been religious, despite my berating a phantom in the sky for constantly testing my sanity.

Angelo Salvatore is a devout Catholic man, which is why he turns away his religious statues when it’s time for his cocaine fix.

In some ways, John has ruined me. Tainted me and covered me in stains that will never wash away. For the rest of my days, I will remember the ways he’s defiled not only my body but also my trust.

It’s been decades since their passing, yet still they remain together in the afterlife. Even death could not tear them apart, their love surpassing the inevitability of their mortality. One day, hopefully far in the future, Zade and I will join them, and I am so excited to meet them.

Manor and how they both frighten and excite her. My obsession for her has deepened to love, and I care little about how short of a time I’ve known her. I only care that I spend the rest of my life with her.

My mother spoke of a voice like that—said it belonged to the ruler of hell. She warned me of this being’s dangerous pull over our will and made me swear to find God during these moments. She’d be disappointed to know that I’m so delirious from Ronaldo’s touch, I wouldn’t be able to locate where the hell God is, let alone how to reach Him. I’m convinced she was a silly woman.

Don’t worry, mia rosa. I’ll make him watch while I fuck you like you deserve, then I’ll cut off his hands and cock so he can never touch you again.” I snarl, overcome with the thought. Then I whisper, “Poor Johnny-boy, bleeding out on the floor while I make his wife scream my name.

Truthfully, I was still trying to wrap my head around it. To somehow justify his actions in my head to make it hurt less.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the devil was on my shoulder, whispering to me in such a wicked way.

I’m prepared for anything, so long as it’s with you,

Ronaldo,” I whimper, overcome with a desperation I would liken to a wolf in a famine. I would do anything for him to appease this chasmal emptiness between my legs. And like a starved beast, I’m on the verge of clawing at him and sinking my teeth into his flesh if it would bring me closer to my desires.

Just as I presumed, my need for her is insatiable. I ache for more of her. She’s an itch nestled beneath numb skin. No matter how hard I dig, it can’t be scratched.

I’m a bad man, but I won’t be her monster. No. I want to be her savior.

I rather like it when you beg.

I would follow you anywhere, Genevieve. If you were standing at the edge of the earth and wanted to fall, I would only stop you long enough to take hold of your hand so I could go with you. There isn't a life where I wouldn't be your phantom, or a death where I wouldn't be your reaper.

If you tried to run away from me, I don't think I'd let you. I would do... anything to make you stay. And there are moments where I fell... Where there are things that I want to do to you that might cause you to run. And I'm afraid of that, so I walk away first.

I love you.” “I hope you weren’t hoping for a romantic moment,” I babble. “Because that was entirely unromantic of me. I’m a little ashamed that—” “If I could, I’d lower to a knee on this checkered floor and ask for your hand. It would be entirely unromantic of me, but it wouldn’t stop me, either.” “Love cannot define what I feel for you. But I will settle for it with my words and show you what I truly feel with my actions,

You look absolutely divine today, my love,” “How divine?” “Enough to feast on,” “Then prove it,” “You want me to eat you, mia rosa?” “Well, n-not actually. I—I didn’t mean—” I huff, frustrated with my stuttering. “I want you to touch me, Ronaldo. Please.” “These clothes look exquisite on you, Genevieve.” “Your clothes would look so much better on the floor, though, don’t you think?” “On the floor?” He hums his approval

Don’t you dare make a sound,” he growls, keeping his voice quiet. Yet the smallest moan leaks past his lips, unable to follow his own orders. “Don’t think I won’t kill every goddamn person in this house to save you from shame. Their blood would be on your hands, all because you can’t keep fucking quiet and take my cock like a good girl.

It would torture him, wouldn’t it, baby? Knowing that he will never fill your throat like I do.” I manage a chuckle, the sound distorted with pleasure. “He can’t even fill your cunt like I can.

I press the knife to his throat again, a silent warning that while I may not want to, I will hurt him if he dares take more than I offer.

I want to know what being loved—truly loved—by Ronaldo feels like. And I want him to know what it’s like to be truly loved by me.

If I could, I’d lower to a knee on this checkered floor and ask for your hand. It would be entirely unromantic of me, but it wouldn’t stop me, either.

You’re destroying this family, Johnathan,” I choke out, the words as unstable as my heart rate. “And I have no choice but to let you.

I’ve always been a danger to you, mia rosa. You’ve never been safe from me.

A goddamn goddess, she is. Derived directly from the myths carved into ancient ruins.

I know everything about you. Just as I know you will love me, too.

My free will is indebted to her, and without her, I am nothing.

There’s nothing gentle about the way I plan to love Genevieve Parsons.

Despite how heavily it rains outside, there’s no thunder, which cannot exist without lightning. No wonder it’s nowhere to be seen. I’ve somehow swallowed it the moment my lips touched Ronaldo’s, and the electrical currents are ravaging my insides.

No, mia rosa, not even God can have you,” I growl. “You’re mine, and you will only pray to me.

Whatever gave you the impression that I was a scared little mouse?

I would gladly bleed for you.

Would you like to see?” I ask, staring up at Ronaldo through my lashes. “I think this blouse would be a fine addition to the checkered pattern.”. “Sit down there,” he directs, pointing toward the dining room table. Utterly confused, my mouth flops. “Did I do something wr—” “No, mia rosa, you could never.” His tone is deeper now, and my lips part when I notice the rather large bulge in his trousers. Excitement replaces any ugly feelings I had moments before, and I pivot on my feet and do as he says. his footsteps echo from behind me, approaching me as slowly as he always does. Like a predator stalking his prey, keeping himself hidden until the second he pounces. He pauses directly behind me “A queen has more important duties than undressing herself. Let me take care of that for you.

Lift up for me, love,” he orders gently, his voice lined with gravel. I obey without question, allowing him to slide my slacks down until they drop to my feet and I kick free of them. “Ravishing,” he breathes. “Nothing could compare to the likes of you, my love. You are the most beautiful flower and the rarest gem, more breathtaking than any of earth’s wonders.

I am destined to love you from the shadows, mia rosa,” he says quietly. “I will never be more than your phantom.

Rather than exploring the world and trying new things and discovering who we were outside the roles we were bound in, we locked ourselves in an emptier cage and called it freedom.

The only reason he still breathes is because I’m deeply in love with his wife.

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What’s your name?” I ask again breathlessly. “Ronaldo.” “Do you want to hurt me, Ronaldo?” “Never,” he answers. “I only want to cherish you, Genevieve.” “How do you know my name?” “I know everything about you. Just as I know you will love me, too.

Hypnotized, I drift toward her, my mind vacuumed into a trance that it can’t seem to find its way out of. I’m not only riveted by her. I’m possessed by a need to have her. And she must be mine

I came here to learn who John Parsons is, and the only thing I know is that he comes home to the most beautiful woman alive.

She plagues my mind, infecting it like a parasite and overriding any autonomy over myself. My free will is indebted to her, and without her, I am nothing. I shut the door to my Cadillac and can only sit there and mourn the life of John Parsons’s wife. She will never be the same, as I am not. Her husband has unintentionally dragged her into a world where she doesn’t belong. Yet it is I who will never let her leave.

If Genevieve is my end, then I open the door to death with no hesitation.

I fear he has created an insatiable monster, and now he must live with the consequences.

A mad woman, he has made me. But if this is madness, I don’t ever want to be sane.

Some days, I worry that I’ll end up here with them.

I can’t keep up any longer, and I’m beginning to favor the ghosts that haunt these halls.

But my little rose has gone through life without ever being plucked from her place of comfort. Before her husband turned to the bottle, he treated her delicately, those thorns keeping her safe in gentle hands. How unfortunate for her that I’d gladly bleed if it means crushing her beneath my fist.

This is what I feel when you are near. So completely taken by you that I can’t fucking breathe.

I shouldn’t have come as hard as I did, and I should be ashamed. But I did, and I’m not.

And since I’m beholden to my promise to Genevieve, I suppose the only thing for me to do is spend every waking hour loving her the way she deserves.

Every human on this earth is born pure, and all it takes is one day, one decision to change that forever. And sometimes, the damage can last a lifetime.

The only waterfall I’m interested in is the one I’ll be drinking from between your thighs.

The thorns had pricked him, and he couldn’t fathom giving my mother a rose when it could hurt her. So, he sheared them from the stem and ran straight to her. He told her that despite his nearly dying, he’d do it again. That he’d put himself through hell just to see her smile. That he would take all her pain so she would suffer none.

My imagination did not do it justice. When he kissed me, I flew into the stars. I don’t think I’ve come back down yet.

You think I need your permission to play with this pretty pussy whenever I please?

I would dare to do so with your husband right next to us, forced to watch while I lick you and fuck you. And neither of you could do a damn thing about it.

That’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job. Let me see how pretty you look when you come all over my fingers.

Be a good girl and fucking come for me, Genevieve. Don’t make me ask you again.

You’re so goddamn pretty when you come. Fuck, Genevieve. Keep fucking my fingers. Your pussy is squeezing them so tight.

You’ve lost your mind,” I whisper. “Since the moment I saw you, mia rosa.

Let the ghosts judge. Unlike them, I have a life to live, and I might as well enjoy it before I join their miserable souls in the afterlife.

Shall I continue to beg?