Psycho Shifters Quotes

Small bitches could still give off big-dick energy.

Who needs parents? What are they good for anyway? Emotional support? It’s much healthier to repress emotions and ignore red flags.

Turned out it was impossible to have a pity party while eating warm syrup on a waffle. That shit slapped.

Good thing at ten years old I’d stop believing a prince was going to come save me. I had to save myself. That was how life worked.

The most poisonous vipers were the most beautiful

Clearly, mental health was still not my strength.

New life motto: anyone who bullied me was getting shanked.

Don’t be a little bitch.

While I sat on the toilet, my intestines screamed in agony as I suffered ballistic diarrhea.

That shit slapped. I tucked a few waffles in my pants for later.

Plus, I was never going to enter into a relationship; zero sexual experience ensured that. If I were in a league, it would be called “scrawny chicks with homicidal voices and general unwellness.

New life motto: anyone who bullied me was getting shanked. Hard.

He needed serious psychological help.

The fact that I don’t have a dick doesn’t mean I’m any less likely to slit your throats if you treat me like shit. I can learn to piss standing up too, fuckers.

Jax’s warmth and towering strength were comforting. Once again, I was losing my head around him. I needed a lobotomy.

Look like shit, feel like bigger shit," I said to the mirror and gave myself a thumbs up. I turned to walk to lunch - and fell over.

Rationally, it didn't matter, and I was a bad bitch who didn't need a man. Irrationally, I was a woman who wanted to get railed and told I was pretty.

Blood and ice will fall the lie, Color and white to break the queen, Heir and friend join and tie, A reborn quad the fates foreseen.

I almost came in my pants.

estimated he was close to five hundred pounds and at least a foot and a half taller than me.

and tall as shit.

At twenty years old, I was starting to think Dick had beef with my flesh and was actively trying to remove it from my body.

Yes, I was highly skilled at dissociating from the traumas of my reality.

Every time you were sad, or lonely, I tried to comfort you,” Cobra said quietly.

You will be punished for not choosing me, but I’ve never stopped owning you. How could I? You are my soul.

Cobra, who was walking past at that exact moment, tripped and slammed his face into the wall. “Buy that. Immediately,” he croaked.

I realized it was the first time Cobra had addressed me directly. Such a minor thing, but for some reason, it felt important.

Jax smiled, and his praise warmed me like a hug. Of the three alphas, Jax seemed the nicest.

My recent plan had been to feed the rats in my room so much stolen cheese that they would band together into a small army.

Part of me was flattered that they thought they needed that much firepower to take me down. A larger part of me wanted to pee my pants and start crying like a baby. Because someone had dumped my skinny ass on the front lawn of a fortress.

Yes, I had proclaimed myself the mother of rats. It was a rare, powerful role that only the strongest women could hold. Or the ones that had access to cheese.

We both had red eyes, but people described mine as burning flames of trouble and hers as beautiful, sparkling rubies.

Anyone else showing signs of sociopathy?

every cell in my body was screaming in agony and trying to mutiny against the captain. I was the captain.

I think I just got fingered in the ass?” Aran whispered in horror,

I was never running again. While I sat on the toilet, my intestines screamed in agony as I suffered ballistic diarrhea.

I wasn’t about to get close to Jax, no matter how beautiful or kind he seemed, because no man was ever going to save me. No one could save me but myself.