Roth And Layla Quotes

I, Astaroth, Crown Prince of Hell, am in love with you, Layla Shaw. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. A hudred decades from now, I will still be in love with you, and it will be as fierce today as it will be a decade later.

Double crap on a cracker the size of my butt

Don't make me sit here and watch you die. You don't do that to me.

Some girl named Eva has him convinced that you put out after one beer." "What?" My voice was as shrill as the ringing tardy bell "I personally don't believe it" he went on blithely, "and I have a Porsche. Not as much leg room as a Beamer, but so much hotter, I'm told.

I smelled like an Upper Level demon. Roth was back and he was relatively unharmed. A Lilin had been born. Apparently an orgasm was apocalyptic.

I got you," Roth, said, propping me up. "Always." Always. The word bounced around inside me like a Ping-Pong ball.

LAYLA: "You boinked Lilith." ROTH: "Boinked?" Roth chuckled under his breath and then said, "God, I love you.

The demon?" Roth scoffed. "That's 'Your Highness' to you.

But I wasn't done. Staring into eyes that were as bright and beautiful than any tawny jewel, I said what I had never said before. And I said it with every ounce in my being behind it. "I love you, Roth." My voice shook with emotion."I'm in love with you.

I dare a lot more than that." Roth's skin seemed to thin his face becoming sharp angles."I will not stand for one hair on her head to be harmed. If you want her, you're going to have to come through me.

And I know things are...screwed up between us. I know that. Even if you tell me you'd rather hump a Nightcrawler's leg than forgive me, I'm still going to be there for you." I pushed myself onto my elbows." You're going to go against Hell-against your boss? He grinned as he shrugged. "Yes." "Why would you risk that?" His eyes met mine. " You know the reason, deep down, you know.

I'm going to be okay." His eyes held mine as he stepped closer lining his booted feet with mine."Nothing is going to happen to me. I promise." "You can't make that promise," I whispered, searching his gaze intently."None of us can." His hands slid back and he curled his fingers in my loose hair. "I can.

Is it later yet?” Roth asked. Casting him a lingering look, I grinned as I rose fluidly, with a grace I never thought I’d ever be capable of. “Only if you can catch me.” Roth rose at once, capturing my hand before I could even take off, threading his fingers through mine. “Already did, Layla.” And so he had, a long time ago, when he strutted into a dark alley and took out a Poser demon. Truth be told, I really didn’t even want to run. This was love, and love could change people, even if that person was really a demon and the Crown Prince of Hell. “I love you,” I told him, and I told him that every day and I would tell him that over and over again. Roth lowered his forehead to mine as he brought our joined hands to his chest, placing them above his heart. “And I love you,” he said. “With every breath I take, I will always love you.

It doesn't change anything. He pulled back, moving several feet in the blink of any eye. We need to be friends. Or at least get along to the point where you aren't destroying perfectly good fast food when I open my mouth.

Every cell and molecule of who I am desires, needs and covets Layla. Humans call that love. I call it obsession. Same thing, I suppose, but I am a demon, Trinity. I'm brutally selfish and there are very few things I truly care about. While I may randomly commit acts of perceived kindness, I do them only so that Layla is happy. Because when she's not happy, it makes me want to do really, really bad things to whatever and whoever has upset her.

When she stepped back, she smiled at me and then turned. "What?" she yelled. I followed her gaze to find Zayne and Roth standing several feet away, watching us. "Nothing." Roth has hands in his pockets. "Just that you two getting all handsy was kind of hot." Zayne jerked his head toward Roth. The demon prince shrugged. "Look, I'm just being honest. I'm a demon. I don't know why any of you would expect anything less from me." "It's a good thing I love him," Layla muttered as she stalked forward, and I got moving. "And I do love him with every part of my being and then some, but he... he just doesn't people well.

Roth grinned then. Anyway, back to me. I'm all better and I am back. He slid me a sly look that made me want to punch him instead of cry into my pillow like a baby. I'm sure I was missed. He took a big bite of the hamburger and grinned around the mouthful. A lot. I didn't know what happened that switched my emotions so fast. The hurt his rejection had left behind exploded into rage- like the head-spinning, spraying-green-vomit kind of rage. My brain kicked off. I wasn't thinking as I reached over and plucked the hamburger right out of his hand. Twisting at the waist, I threw the hamburger on the floor behind Roth as hard as I could. The satisfactory splat it made as ketchup and mayo splattered like a gruesome burger massacre brought a wide smile to my face.

I'm coming to pick you up. We now have plans." "We do?" I blinked once and then twice at my fuzzy reflection in the bathroom mirror. "I just got out of the shower." "Well, you're going to need to put some clothes on, because I doubt Layla will be thrilled if I pick you up and you're naked as the day you were hatched out of a little Trueborn egg.

Bisbigliò: «Perché sei qui, Layla?». «Sono qui... sono qui perché è qui che sono felice, qui con te.» Roth non si mosse, non ero neanche sicura che stesse respirando. C'erano buone probabilità che le mie parole non gli fossero arrivate, con tutto l'alcol che aveva ovviamente ingurgitato. Gli posai le mani sul petto e feci per dirgli che era meglio rimandare quella conversazione, ma lui fu più veloce di me. Mi circondò con le braccia e mi strinse forte. Quella sensazione mi piaceva... anzi, di più. Quando mi nascose la testa contro il collo, facendo un respiro profondissimo, io sentii i nostri corpi toccarsi in ogni punto. Roth fu scosso da un brivido fortissimo che lo fece fremere tra le mia braccia.

I feel like a…peacock.” “Back to birds again, I see.” His expression softened. “Many believe peacocks are beautiful.” “How about a cockatoo?” Roth’s eyes lightened. “I’m sure there are some that find them beautiful, also.” “A pigeon?” He chuckled. “Layla, nothing about you reminds me of a pigeon.” “That’s good to know.

Why are you here, Layla?” “I’m here… I’m here because this is where I’m happy, with you.” Roth didn’t move, and I wasn’t even

His eyes flared a bright ocher. “You know what else I’ve been thinking?” With him, it was anyone’s guess. “I think I’m going to have to make it official. You know, me being the president of the demon horde Layla fan club.” A laugh burst out of me. “What are you going to do? Make yourself a shirt that says you’re the official president?” “And buttons. I’m totally going to make myself some buttons.

Unexpectedly self-conscious, I reached over, toying with the edge of my right wing. “I feel like a...peacock.” “Back to birds again, I see.” His expression softened. “Many believe peacocks are beautiful.” “How about a cockatoo?” Roth’s eyes lightened. “I’m sure there are some that find them beautiful, also.” “A pigeon?” He chuckled. “Layla, nothing about you reminds me of a pigeon.” “That’s good to know.

Porque eres hermosa, Layla, y aunque puede que te diga esa palabra muy a menudo, no la pronuncio porque sí. Y he visto muchas, muchísimas cosas hermosas. La gente tan hermosa como los demonios son una atrocidad. Tú brillas con mucha más fuerza que ninguno de ellos, con diferencia. Es más de lo que hay en el exterior, viene desde dentro de ti. He visto un montón de cosas, y no hay nada nada que se acerque siquiera a ti." - Roth

Te quiero, Layla. ¿Me oyes? Te he querido desde el primer momento que oí tu voz y voy a seguir queriéndote. Pase lo que pase. Te quiero." - Roth