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.

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

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.

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

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.

How dare he not even care! “Men,

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

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.

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

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?

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 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.

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

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

butterflies in my stomach and I are old friends,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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 don’t want me,” I surmise breathlessly. “So, what do you want?” He shakes his head in disagreement, and when his lips part, I cease to breathe. “I want you so badly, it hurts to breathe without you near,” he whispers softly, finally—finally—gracing me with his voice. “W-why?” I force out finally, the word coming out as a pathetic squeak “Because you possess my lungs, as you do my heart, Genevieve. And I intend to take yours for myself,” he answers, his voice deepening impossibly further. His other hand closes around mine, where I hold the blade to his throat. He doesn’t remove it from his skin but rather presses it in deeper. I gasp, resisting, but he doesn’t allow it. “I will bleed for you, mia rosa, but I must require you to bleed for me, too,

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

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

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.

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.

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,

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I’m not only riveted by her. I’m possessed by a need to have her.

I want you so badly, it hurts to breathe without you near,

Because you possess my lungs, as you do my heart, Genevieve. And I intend to take yours for myself,” he answers,

I will bleed for you, mia rosa, but I must require you to bleed for me, too,

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.” He

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 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.

feel of her soft skin against mine. “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.

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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?

There is nothing more divine than a cunt that weeps. It would be an honor to taste you, Genevieve.

We can go as slow as you wish, mia rosa, but my love is as gentle as it is fierce. And when it comes to your pleasure, my needs are insatiable,” he warns. “Even when you’re begging for mercy, I will still hunger for more. And I will take it.

You taste like nirvana. I could drown in your pussy.

You beg for me like a whore, Genevieve,” he murmurs. “So fuck me like one.

That’s it, baby. I want every soul in this damn house to hear you scream my name.

Do you like the way I make your cunt feel, mia rosa?

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.

What has gotten into all these men? I can’t keep up any longer, and I’m beginning to favor the ghosts that haunt these halls. At least they are predictable.

You don’t want me,” I surmise breathlessly. “So, what do you want?” “I want you so badly, it hurts to breathe without you near. Because you possess my lungs, as you do my heart, Genevieve. And I intend to take yours for myself.

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

Men. My disdain for them even surpasses the physical realm.

I’m sorry, my love,” I rasp, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I lost my mind.” “Have you found it?” I shake my head. “Not since the first moment I saw you.

How does one breathe when the one who possesses their lungs is standing behind them?

You look absolutely divine today, my love.” “How divine?” I whisper breathlessly. “Enough to feast on.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

That’s my good girl,” he croons. “You’re so good at being my whore, aren’t you? So fucking eager to please me. So desperate for my cock.

Such a pretty whore for me, mia rosa.” “If I were your whore,” she whispers, “you’d fuck my mouth like one.

That’s it, baby, that’s how you suck my fucking cock. Such a desperate little slut for me, aren’t you? You fucking love choking on it, don’t you?

My God, Genevieve,” I choke out. “Are you trying to kill me?” “How else will we spend eternity together?

Did you think I wanted reading material while you ride my cock? No, baby. I’m giving you the material. Now, write.

Haven’t I told you before? I rather like when you beg.” “Fuck, Genevieve, please,” he pleads, his voice lined with gravel. “Please ride my cock. Please make me come. Please fuck me. I need it so bad, baby.” I moan. “Good boy. You sound so pretty when you beg.

Come for me, baby. I want you to milk my fucking cock.

My cum will leak down your thighs while you’re dancing with your husband. If you dare to wipe it away, I’ll expose you in front of everyone and make him swallow it.