Slater Brothers Quotes

Shut up with the backtalk, because if I wanted lip from you, I'd sit on your face.

You've always been mine, pretty girl. You just didn't know it.

When a woman tells you to 'Go ahead,' you do not, under any circumstances go ahead. You retreat to a safe distance and observe the situation very carefully. She is daring you to do something, not giving you permission.

The third word is 'Whatever'. This is another way for ladies to say fuck you.

Second word is 'Nothing'. By the might of God Alec, when a woman says nothing is wrong, something is definitely fucking wrong.

The fourth is a sentence. When a woman says 'It's okay, don't worry about it,' you do worry about it. You worry a lot because she is thinking of a way to make you pay for whatever you did wrong.

Weak people seek revenge, strong people forgive, and intelligent people ignore. Which one are you?

I more than like you but don't feel near love yet, so I put the word love and like together and got live so I live you. I'm in live with you, pretty girl.

I want a new liver to replace my heart." "Um, why?" "Because then I could drink more and care less.

You are the one with the cut eyebrow and busted up face, you need the ice more than I do, princess." Dominic's brothers snorted. "I like her," Ryder said. "I like her more and more each time she insults him," Damien chuckled. "Fuck you both," Dominic grinned as he continued to move towards me.

He put his hand on what's mine, don't fucking tell me I don't have something to prove.

The first word is 'Fine'. When a woman says this during an argument, she knows she is right and that you are very wrong. She is not fine - you're not fine, nothing is fine." I snorted because that was true. Alec frowned. "But what about if she is wrong-" "Alec, stop. Do not talk back when she says something is fine, wait until she is calm to mention she might be wrong.

Sorry, I can't help it." "Oh, so your middle finger has a mind of its own then?" Alex asked with an amused look. I glared at him and said, "Yeah, and she was just sticking up for me.

Why do you call me Dominic?" he asked me, ignoring my question and my trembling. My mind was getting all mushy, and my stomach was fluttering with butterflies. "Because it's your name." He grinned. "Everyone calls me Nico though, only my brothers call my Dominic." I shrugged. "I'm not like everyone else.

No, and I don't like mornin' people... or mornin's... or people." "Wow, I'm a lucky guy to have you, baby." Sarcastic pig!

You're actin' like a girl, wanting to add me on Facebook and change your relationship status,

Dominic smiled at me and kissed the tip of my nose then winked as he said, "You've always been mine, pretty girl. You just didn't know it.

You aren't a morning person, are you?" he mused. "No, I'm not. There is a reason mornin' and mournin' sound the same.

No, I like you because you stay true to yourself and aren't in the slightest bit fake. You're also really gorgeous and have a great ass, but those things are just a plus. I really just like you for you.

If you don't want a sarcastic answer, don't ask a stupid question.

Pretty much. I was going to let you think the ball was in your court and that you had all the power but as you already found out, I've all the power in the world right here in my fingertips." He grinned and wiggled his fingers at me making me flush.

Thanks baby, but I won't be sharing you with another man or woman. You're mine and I don't share. Ever." My pulse spiked. "I like that,

98: I love you because I would NEVER spend three hours making this book of 100 reasons why I love you for anyone else.

Hey, you arrived safely?" Aideen asked when she answered. I grinned. "No, we died. I'm callin' to tell you that you get to keep Storm forever now that I'm dead.

Hold up, buddy. A contract? Is this conversation about to get Fifty Shades of Grey?

I'm finding myself highly attracted to you right now. Would you like to come home with me since you're already dressed for bed?

Besides, after all the shite you lot did over the past few years, you need to be prayin' to God.

God promised men that obedient women would be found on all corners of the Earth. I've been all over the Earth, and I call bullshit on that!" Alec snapped as he glared directly at me. I snorted. "I hate to burst your bubble, but God also made the Earth round, he's got jokes." Alec paused and glanced and me then to the sky. "Well played man, well played.

Alec raised his eyebrows and looked very confused. "Wait. They don't mean it's okay, and that I don’t have to worry about it? Why would they say that if they don't mean it?" Nico shrugged. "I think it's some sort of mind trick. They use that sentence as an illusion that things between you are okay, but when you least expect it, they will strike like a cobra and wound your soul.

I came to grips at that moment that his dimples were huge weakness of mine which was crazy because holes in someone's face shouldn't be so bloody attractive!

Shut up with the backtalk, because if I wanted lip from you, I'd sit on your face

A few moments passed by until I heard a door open, a few light footsteps then a whisper,"If she has blonde hair, a mole on her left cheek and huge tits, close the door right fucking now.

Alec. She is a good girl!" Clients? What the hell did that mean? Alec grinned at Aideen before he flicked his eyes to me. "Oh, I'm bettin' there is a bad girl deep inside her somewhere. I'll just have to use my fingers, mouth, and cock to bring her out to play.

Get off me you pervert,

You convinced me that you're a good kisser, that doesn't mean you like me." "I'm here pretending to be your boyfriend with the possibility of getting zero benefits from you. Trust me kitten, I like you. I like you a whole lottle, remember?

Who the hell do you think you are?" I snapped. He grinned and gave me a wink as he said, "Alec Slater, your next - or only - great fuck." Was he for real? "You're about to be Alec Slater - murder victim - if you don't shut that hole in your face!

Yeah, because I feel very fucking lucky right now sleeping next to Edward Scissor Feet.

Holy shite. He looked like Matt Bomber, only hotter, because he was covered in tattoos!

Who did this then? Give me names and I'll fix it.

What movie do you want to watch? I have Netflix, so we have a lot of options.

Dominic shook his head. "Not money but we do have to work off our debt to him. My brothers, bar Damien, have certain jobs they do for Marco. My job is fighting.

You dirty bastard! How dare you ask me that!

You'd be lucky to touch me, bitch. You're lucky I'm this close to you right now!

Keep running that smart mouth of yours and I'll bend you over, smack that phat ass and fuck you with my big cock!

Do you have a Facebook profile?

Aideen grinned. "That's why God invented push up bras." I gave her a get-real look. "God didn't create push up bras, man did." Aideen shrugged. "True, but God planted the idea in man's mind. Put it on.

I'm out of here, Bronagh. I'm sorry, but this is too much to deal with." With that said, he turned and stormed away. I was wide-eyed, and stared after him. "Gavin, wait, please-" "Don't!" Dominic's face was in mine and growling. "Don't call after him. He isn't man enough if he doesn't want to fight for you.

Bronagh," I said clearly. I hated when foreign people pronounced my name, they completely butchered it. "Bro-nah?" Dark twin correctly sounded it out then muttered about the stupidity of the G being silent.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not gettin' into this argument with you again. I still have a headache from that day in Dunnes Stores where we engaged in a battle of words, verbal assault if you wish to say-" "And physical. You hit me, remember?" I growled. "You put your arms around me and tried to take my cookies! A judge would understand that, and thank me for not doin' further damage!

I was about to ask Alec how he was getting on with the dealf when I heard him singing. The fucker was not only good looking, but he could sing and sing really well. His choice of song caused my eyes to roll though. "Sex bomb, sex bomb, I'm a sex bomb-" "You're a sex bomb!" I corrected the lyric cutting him off as I went into the bathroom.

I shook my head. "They want out. Dominic told me they were cuttin' ties with you!

Why try to be something I wasn't?

I didn't like the idea of getting attached to someone new knowing that they could be taken away from me.

Everyone might call him Nico, and he might prefer it that way, but I wasn't everyone so if I ever had to address him, it would be as Dominic or Fuckface. Most likely the latter.

Without words, I lifted my left hand and watched through blurry eyes as he slid the ring onto my ring finger and then sealed it in place with a forever binding kiss.

Roses are read, violets are blue; I'm using my hand, but I'm thinking of you.

Welcome to CASA Slater!

There is no need for that language, or for the yelling, I’m on the phone with you, not a thousand miles away. I can hear you perfectly.” He was such a dickhead

You’ve always been mine, pretty girl. You just didn’t know it.

I sat back and stared down at Alec's goods. "What the fuck? That is a forearm not a fucking cock!

Like I gave a fuck.

I like aggressive bitches,

Somethin’ about the lad draws her to ‘im, just like somethin’ about her draws ‘im to ‘er. You understand?” “No, not at all.” Ryder exhaled. “You say the word ‘him’ and ‘her’ so messed up, do you know that? The letter H is just completely disregarded.

Don’t be afraid to do it harder,” she grunted. “That’s what she said,” Alec said earning a laugh from Keela and myself. “Have you ever thought of givin’ up sexual innuendos?” I asked him with my lip curled upward. “Because you should, you can be so disgustin’ at times.” “I’ve tried,” Alec sighed. “But it’s hard, so hard.

That’s twenty Slater children if we all meet the quota,” Branna mused. “Twenty-five when Damien eventually settles down.” I blew out a large breath. “Our poor fuckin’ fannies.” We burst into a fit of laughter.

Alannah cleared her throat. “Does no one wa-want to have sex with me?” she asked, sounding tired. “I promise I’m good at it.” All eyes fell on Damien. He glared at us. “Thanks very much, guys!” I grinned. “We got you.

Bronagh when she entered the room. She placed her hands on her hips and sighed, deeply. “I’m so fat.” She frowned. “It 58/668 took me a whole sixty seconds to get meself off the toilet.” I snickered while Dominic tilted his head to the side. “Fat?” he questioned. “And here I thought you were pregnant. Man, you had me fooled.” Bronagh gave him the finger. “Bite me, Fuckface. You did this to me.

We don’t live far away, I’ll hold her on my lap. Dominic has Bronagh.” I heard male grumbling then a quick, “I call shot gun.” It was Kane who spoke. “The fuck?” Damien snapped. “Why do I have to sit between lover boys and the drunken sisters?

You swallow that Blowjob like a good girl.

Kane raised an eyebrow so I said, “Skull... he was me Mr. Almost, but you? You’re what I like to call me Mr. Pain In The Arse and that translates to me Mr. Right.

I liked being practically invisible.

- That's me desk. - Your desk? Does it have your name on it or something? - Yeah, it does. - Bro-what? - Bronagh.

I didn't like pretty boys who were full of themselves;

- What did you do, Fuckface? - Fuckface? That's sort of mean, Bronagh.

The school rules are stupid.

Oh, so your middle finger has a mind of its own then?" Alex asked with an amused look. I glared at him and said, "Yeah, and she was just sticking up for me

I can walk... see." I made my legs walk. "What are you doing?" "Vertical walkin'." Alec laughed. "Pitch Perfect?" "Amazin' film.

I pulled back and stared up into his eyes. "You're gettin' very deep on me." Alec's hands gripped my behind. "I'll be getting very deep in you if you keep looking at me like that

I have my moments,” he mused. “They’re few and far between,” I countered, grinning

I'm getting your name inked on my left wrist and our child's on my right. Wrists are a lethal part of the body to be cut; any laceration could potientially be fatal. Without you and our baby I might as well be dead, I'm putting you both in plain view so I never lose sight of that.

Bronagh,” I said, grinning at my sister. “What is your favourite position in bed?” Dominic looked at his lady, a smirk playing on his lips. Bronagh mulled my question over in her mind then after some serious consideration she said, “Near the wall, so I’m closest to me phone when it’s chargin’.” I tittered at her answer, then looked to Dominic and burst into laughter. The look of hurt and betrayal was plastered all over his sculpted face. “Kicking me in the nuts would have been less painful, Bronagh,” he muttered as he stood up and practically dragged himself, and his wounded ego, out of the room

I’m lyin’ on my side, any fat that I have just hangs down when l’m on my side, and you aren’t touchin’ it,” I stated through my tired voice. Dominic groaned from behind me. “Havin’ some meat doesn’t make you fat, it makes you human.” I gnawed on my inner cheek. “You have like zero fat, so you don’t get a say.

I do what the voices in my underwear tell me to do." Wait, what? "You mean the voices in your head?" Alec smirked. "Yeah, the voices in my head." I furrowed my eyebrows together and stared at him. Why was he smirking at me? He was confusing me. Wait. Voices in his underwear. In his head. The head in his underwear. I gasped. "You dirty bastard!

Don’t you pricks judge me,” Kane snapped and pointed his index finger at them. “You try having sex with your girl when she is close to birthing a child. I’m fucking terrified I’ll bump his head or something... he is so low. He has a secure hold of her pussy now. It’s literally off limits. I just... I can’t touch her like that. That’s my kid’s mom!

You got all that from how they are looking at each other?” Ryder questioned. I glanced at him. “You didn’t get that from how they’re lookin’ at each other?” He rubbed his temples. “This is a woman thing.” “A woman thing?” “Yeah,” Ryder said. “You all have a sixth sense about shit like this so I’m just rolling with it.” I snorted. “That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all day.

I'm goin' to find out where he lives and fuckin' kill him!" Branna screamed then turned and stormed out of the kitchen. Him? What the hell? "Branna, a girl did this, not a lad," I shouted after her. Her steps paused then pattered back into the kitchen. "That Dominic kid didn't do that or cause it?" she asked, boring her eyes into mine to see if I was lying. She thought Dominic did this to me or was the cause of it? Not surprising since the only times I ever had bruises or got into trouble, he was usually involved.

I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. I don’t want to lose what I live for; you and our son. I never thought it was possible to love two people as much as I do you two. I love you both so much it hurts. Please, don’t take away my reason for living.

The conversation, as usual, switched back to sex. “It’s difficult with you sometimes though, babe,” Dominic said to Bronagh. “I’m constantly torn between wanting to fucking destroy you, but I also want to bring you flowers and chocolates and treat you like a princess.” Bro, TMI! Bronagh didn’t bat an eyelid. “Why not do both?” Sis, TMI! “That right there,” Dominic snapped his fingers, “that’s why I love you

I hurt your feelings before. But then, I don’t think you were lacking in self-confidence. You must know that you’re beautiful. Your hair is so golden and you have the bearing of a young Venus. Kristen, it isn’t you. It’s me. I haven’t got any emotion left. I haven’t got what you need, what you want. Damn it, don’t you understand? I want you. I’m made out of flesh and blood and whatever else it is that God puts into men. I want you. Now. Hell, I could have wanted you right after I ripped another man away from you. I’m no better than he is, not really. Don’t you understand?

I waggled my eyebrows. “I wonder if you’ll still be lookin’ for some when we’re in our eighties.” “No doubt about it. I’ll speed after you in my wheelchair for some sugar.” I burst into laughter and leaned my head against his when he crawled over me and tucked himself behind me on the sofa.

Take what’s yours and get the fuck out. I can’t deal with this right now.” “Fine,” he bellowed back and rushed me. “I’ll take what’s mine and go.” For a second I had no idea what was happening, but then realisation hit me. This motherfucker was trying to lift my pregnant arse up. “Kane!” I screeched when he hooked his arm behind my knees and slid his arms around my waist and lifted me. My arms instinctively went up into the air then tightly wrapped around Kane’s neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’?” I asked on a gasp. He walked towards the door of our apartment. “You said to take what’s mine and get the fuck out. I’m doing exactly that.

Ow!" Aideen suddenly hollered which earned a bark from my bedroom. "Go back asleep you fat shite!" Aideen shouted when I swiped the antiseptic wipe over a small cut above her eye. I hissed at her, "Leave him alone, he isn't fat. He just has a thick coat!" Aideen laughed through her hissing. "Yeah, a thick coat of blubber." I gave her a firm look. "Don't slag me baby when I'm cleanin' you up. Me finger might slip and jam into your eye.

I can’t wait to see them both when you get them done.” Kane playfully nudged me. “I could get them done tomorrow if junior here would hurry up and vacate your premises.” I giggled. “She will come out when she is good and ready.” “Like a typical woman then?” Kane mused. “Her way or the highway option.” I bobbed my head up and down. “You got it.” “Good thing it’s a boy then.” He grinned as he leaned in and kissed my head. “I love you, babydoll.” “And I love you.

You have me all to yourself, germinator. What do you want to do?” I whispered, only wincing a little at the pain in my throat. Kane locked his eyes on mine and with a smirk, he said, “When you come back here I want to turn on my laptop and watch season three of the Sons of Anarchy with you.” Fuck. How’d I get so lucky? “I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Kane laughed, “Then shut up and listen to me talk. Rest your voice - your throat won’t heal otherwise.” “One more thing then I’ll stop.” “What is it?” “I love you,” I whispered. Kane’s face softened. “I love you too, Aideen. You’re my whole world, babydoll, but if you say one more word, I’ll put tape over your mouth.” “Me and you?” He nodded. “Me and you.

I looked to the sitting room then and gaped at Alec's body lying across my sofa making it look smaller than it was. He was reading something. A book. "What are you readin'?" I curiously asked. "That porn book we were talking about earlier at my house. This dude is my God! He just fucked this Ana chick while she was on her period." "Stop it!" I screeched. "Stop readin' and put the bloody book down!" He was reading Fifty Shades of Grey. I was both horrified and mortified. Alec got up from the sofa, placed the book on the coffee table and turned in my direction. "Why are you blushing?" Him noticing my embarrassment only caused my already red cheeks to heat up even more. "Oh damn, your cheeks are so flushed," Alec said and took a step towards me.

I felt Alec's glare so I turned to look at him and smiled when I found him all but drilling holes into me with his eyes. "If looks could kill, I'd be dead," I joked. "My pretty eyes won't harm you, don't worry." Conceited much? "Did you just call your own eyes pretty?" Alec devilishly grinned then and it made me slightly uneasy. "No, you said I have pretty eyes." Was he high? "Are you in your right mind? I have never said you have pretty eyes-" "Yes, you have. Right before you fell asleep. You said I have pretty eyes." I felt my face heat up. It was the shite he gave me to knock me out that said that, not me! "Did I say anythin' else?" I murmured. Alec leaned in close to me and whispered is a slow, seductive voice, "You said you like my voice, my abs, and my ass." I audibly gasped. "I did not!" Alec snickered. "You did." I was mortified, absolutely mortified! "I hate you right now.

How can you be scared of her? She’s tiny with a pregnant belly.” Nico belly laughed. Kane lowered his voice. “I’m not scared of her. I’m scared of the hormones.” Nico matched his voice to Kane’s in volume. “Why are you talking about them like they’re a separate being?” “They are a separate being,” Kane stated. “They’re pure fucking evil. Do you understand me? Evil.” Damien snickered. “Hormones don’t go away, you know? Women are always hormonal, it just triples during pregnancy.” “Exactly, I just have to survive the next few weeks, then things will go back to the way they normally were.” Ryder guffawed. “You mean when Aideen spat curse words whenever she saw you?” “Ahhh,” Kane sighed. “The good ol’ days.

Loftus grew up with a cold father who taught her nothing about love but everything about angles. A mathematician, he showed her the beauty of the triangle's strong tip, the circumference of the circle, the rigorous mission of calculus. Her mother was softer, more dramatic, prone to deep depressions. Loftus tells all this to me with little feeling "I have no feelings about this right now," she says, "but when I'm in the right space I could cry." I somehow don't believe her; she seems so far from real tears, from the original griefs, so immersed in the immersed in the operas of others. Loftus recalls her father asking her out to see a play, and in the car, coming home at night, the moon hanging above them like a stopwatch, tick tick, her father saying to her, "You know, there's something wrong with your mother. She'll never be well again. Her father was right. When Loftus was fourteen, her mother drowned in the family swimming pool. She was found floating face down in the deep end, in the summer. The sun was just coming up, the sky a mess of reds and bruise. Loftus recalls the shock, the siren, an oxygen mask clamped over her mouth as she screamed, "Mother mother mother," hysteria. That is a kind of drowning. "I loved her," Loftus says. "Was it suicide?" I ask. She says, "My father thinks so. Every year when I go home for Christmas, my brothers and I think about it, but we'll never know," she says. Then she says, "It doesn't matter." "What doesn't matter?" I ask. "Whether it was or it wasn't," she says. "It doesn't matter because it's all going to be okay." Then I hear nothing on the line but some static. on the line but some static. "You there?" I say. "Oh I'm here," she says. "Tomorrow I'm going to Chicago, some guy on death row, I'm gonna save him. I gotta go testify. Thank God I have my work," she says. "You've always had your work," I say. "Without it," she says, "Where would I be?

Well before she became famous — or infamous, depending on where you cast your vote — Loftus's findings on memory distortion were clearly commodifiable. In the 1970s and 1980s she provided assistance to defense attorneys eager to prove to juries that eyewitness accounts are not the same as camcorders. "I've helped a lot of people," she says. Some of those people: the Hillside Strangler, the Menendez brothers, Oliver North, Ted Bundy. "Ted Bundy?" I ask, when she tells this to me. Loftus laughs. "This was before we knew he was Bundy. He hadn't been accused of murder yet." "How can you be so confident the people you're representing are really innocent?" I ask. She doesn't directly answer. She says, "In court, I go by the evidence.... Outside of court, I'm human and entitled to my human feelings. "What, I wonder are her human feelings about the letter from a child-abuse survivor who wrote, "Let me tell you what false memory syndrome does to people like me, as if you care. It makes us into liars. False memory syndrome is so much more chic than child abuse.... But there are children who tonight while you sleep are being raped, and beaten. These children may never tell because 'no one will believe them.'" "Plenty of "Plenty of people will believe them," says Loftus. Pshaw! She has a raucous laugh and a voice with a bit of wheedle in it. She is strange, I think, a little loose inside. She veers between the professional and the personal with an alarming alacrity," she could easily have been talking about herself.

There’s no one but you, Bran,” Ryder began, his chest puffed out. “I never thought I’d be the type to settle down and get married until you, quite literally, fell into my life. I never thought I’d want a wife, a family, and someone to love me as much as you do until you smiled in my direction and took my breath away. I never thought, after everything I’ve been through in my life, that someone as beautiful, smart and selfless as you would stick by my side through thick and thin, but you have. I’m not perfect, and I have my flaws, but you love me in spite of that. You have changed me, and my entire life for the better. You love my brothers, like they are your own, and you made us part of your family. You’ve given me purpose. Will you do me the greatest of honour of being my wife?” It took the might of God and willpower I never knew I had not to burst into tears there and then. I squeezed his hand to the point of pain and said, “Yes!” Ryder’s shoulders sagged with relief, and I heard practically everyone release a shaky breath. I looked to my family and friends and raised a brow, “You all thought after six years I was lettin’ him out of this church without puttin’ a ring on me finger, really?