Stylo Quotes

It was strange – she didn't really mind being someone's whore, but she hated the thought of being someone's dirty secret.

You have ruined me, Tatum O'Shea,” he told her. “Completely wrecked me.

All I wanted was sex. Just a little freaky sex, every now and then. When the fuck did it get so complicated?” he grumbled.

I want him to remember me. I want every woman after me to be compared, and found lacking.

Maybe… being in love is like staring at the sun. Exactly where you want to be and too much, all at once.

I used to be a nice, normal, borderline sociopath.

Whenever you hear this, I hope it finds you well. I hope you're dancing, because you were built for it. I hope you're smiling, because your mouth was made for it. I hope you're laughing, because it's the most incredible sound. And I hope you're being loved by somebody, because you deserve it.

I really, truly, honestly, completely, just don't give a fuck.

You have ruined me, Tatum O'Shea,” he told her. “Completely wrecked me.” Her breath caught in her throat. “It's only fair, you did it to me first,” she whispered.

I want Prince Charming to ride up on a white horse and carry me off to his castle. The only difference between me and other girls is once I get there, I want him to bend me over the throne and pull my hair while he fucks me hard and calls me names.

Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.

It was only ever you,” Jameson whispered.

This is most definitely not a game anymore. This woman ..., she owns me.

The problem with obsession is absence. When the object of your obsession disappears, what are you? Do you even exist

Just do whatever feels natural. If you want to call him, call him. If you want him to call you, wait. If you want to show up at his office wearing nothing but a trench coat, send me pictures.

So much darkness. Falling in love with this chick would be easy, but surviving each other … that's an entirely different story.

You were never forbidden fruit to me – you were just an apple that needed to be plucked,

Somehow, she had managed to stitch her heart to his, and if she pulled away, she would rip his heart out when she left.

fucker, I know I just pissed all over your heart and ripped our eight year relationship to shreds, but can you put my Victoria's Secret underwear down?

Jameson isn't the kind of man you don't invite places – he just invites himself, anyway,

There had been an “incident” with the couch. It had gotten flipped over and a leg broke off. It was being repaired. Jameson told her she had to be more careful in the future – his shit wasn't cheap. She told him that maybe he shouldn't go around fucking people so hard. He told her to shut her mouth. It just went uphill from there, and then they broke his desk chair.

Oh, you'll go. You'll go if I have to drag you there by your fucking hair,” he warned her. “You'd probably love that,” she snapped. “So would you.

Sometimes, loving a person was easy, the heart went and did that all on its own. Liking a person, however, was a little more difficult. That involved the brain. And the brain was a fickle bitch.

That woman will fuck your world up. She looks like a pin up, fucks like a porn star, and fights like Tyson.

As his teeth left bite marks down the side of her neck, she thought maybe she didn't need oxygen anymore. He could just breathe for her.

The ol' one-thing-led-to-another-suddenly-I'm-fucking-twins kind of night. I have that same problem all the time. Bitches just be falling for you in pairs, man,” she teased.

Tatum Elliot O'Shea, sometimes I think you are the stupidest goddamn person I have ever met. Sometimes I think you're crazy. Sometimes I think I hate you. Sometimes I think you're a psychotic bitch, sent from hell to drag me back. But always, ALWAYS, I think you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Why Mr. Kane, do you want to be fuck buddies with me? she laughed. "Leave out the buddy part," he responded.

According to your pussy, it's a very big fucking deal,” he teased.

After all, a tornado doesn't kill because the air wants revenge on the earth. A tornado kills because it can. Because it's there. Because it exists

I want to know,” he breathed, his tongue moving between her breasts. “When do we get to be bad again?” She smiled big. “Baby, I thought you'd never ask.

Because, he's Jameson Kane. He's like my worst nightmare and my biggest dream, all rolled in to one.

What am I going to do with you? Fucking slut. Fucked him while I was gone. Couldn't last three days. How much does it take to satisfy you?

Tatum, if it gets you wet, it’s never a waste.

He was so good looking, it was probably illegal. She worried if she looked at him too long , she'd go blind.

Make me, baby girl,” he taunted.

Never forget. Always remember. And when you do remember, when you're ready … come find me.

Jesus, Tate, as often as you talk about this guy, I'm beginning to think maybe I should fuck him, see what the big goddamn deal is,

She giggled. Marc was pretty sure he'd never heard that sound come out of her before – it was like finding out a bobcat could giggle. Bizarre.

In the deepest parts of hell, waiting for you

Monsters can't love, and I'm worse than anything hiding under your bed

When something isn't okay, it's in its purest form. It's moldable. Changeable. It can get worse, or it can better. It can evolve

I honestly actually hate you.

Not exist? But I made her. She's mine. You can't exist if I don't, stupid girl.

I can't believe we just did that.” “What, killed a man?” “No. I can't believe we just fucked in your truck.” Con laughed.

More than anything, she wanted to remember him like this; she loved his biting words and his stinging hand, but his kiss. His kiss gave her hope.

Jesus, Jameson, are you always fully erect?” she chuckled. He smiled.

If you had died, Tate …, there are no words. I would have been very sad. And not just because I had done something bad, I want you to know. I would have been sad because my world is a very lonely place without you.

Jameson hadn't, however, counted on wanting her so bad that no one else even existed outside of her. He found himself thinking that he couldn't care less if he never fucked another woman again, as long as he could just be close to Tate. Just touch her whenever he wanted. If she said that, said she wanted monogamy between them, he thought he might actually say okay. For the first time ever in his life, he could almost picture it.

I wanted to be baptized in his skin, purified in his love. I was a sinner, or worse.

Just a girl. Just legs to spread and a body to use and a mind to manipulate

I don't care if he's imagining me naked or dead or anything in between. I just want him to always look at me like that

I'm not exactly fluent in silence, but I'm pretty damn close, so I feel like I should get points just for that

I chose to stop speaking because there was never anyone worth talking to

I made promises to yesterday. I can't start giving away my tomorrows.” ~ Lily

Because, I have the strangest feelings about you. Like I want to take you everywhere and have you by my side, but I also want to hold you down. Make you beg and cry,

That,” he continued, gesturing with his pen at her. “In your hands. You have something for me. Bring it here.

Because,” Mischa whispered, not taking her eyes off him. “After Tal found me, I couldn't let him go. I didn't want to be lost anymore.

You changed me, Ms. Duggard. You made me come alive, and I didn't even know I was dead. I was just some guy, before you. You made me a man.

It hurt. God, it hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt so much worse. It hurt the most. I hurt and he hurt and we hurt.

I wanted him to save me. I wanted to be baptized in his skin, purified in his love. I was a sinner, or worse. I wanted him to make me whole. I wanted him to take away the pain and the guilt and the hurt and the wrong. I was blinded by him, with him, to him. I wanted him to save me.

We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I'm Lillith.

CSL - cock- sucking-lips.

You are such a mindfuck, Tate. Something is wrong with you, that you want to be treated like this, that you like being a whore,

I was drunk on him. High on him. I wanted to swallow him down, inhale him, inject him. I wanted him to live under my skin and change my DNA. I wanted to live in his air and breathe his passion.

I thought maybe, just maybe, I could overdose on him. If I could just take him one more time, and shut my eyes, and it would be the last time, with anyone, with anything, that would be alright. Guilt would be gone. Hurt would be gone. Confusion would be gone. Oppression would be gone. Obsession would be gone.

Don't be scared,” he said, then he leaned in and kissed a tear away. “Don't ever be scared. It kills me. From now on, tell me whenever you're scared, and I'll take away your fears. Tell me when you're hurting, and I'll bleed for you.

Use actual spoken words. Your tongue has been in my mouth, so I know it works

See what happens when you play with fire? I burn down your house of lies.” ~ Marc

Some day, you'll really love me, and if it's even half as much as I love you, we'll set the world on fire.

Why are you so good to me?” he whispered. She laughed. “Because you were so bad to me,” she teased.

Why can't life be like a dirty man who kisses good?

Fuck that noise.

I like it better when you say mean things,” she whispered. “Why?” “They don't hurt as much.

She liked her toys to have a little bite, and Nick was all cuddle.

Because, you've already given me what I want most. You're afraid of me and you're falling in love with me. You're the best thing I've ever seen in my life. How could I let that go

He tied her arms to the headboard, stuffed her panties in her mouth, and fucked her hard

His mouth fell and she caught it and it tasted better than any of her memories.

I just want to feel good and I want to get lost in someone else's fantasy for a while. Mine are all shit, so why not borrow theirs

I'm gone, now. Disappeared. And you know what that means? I don't have to worry about anything anymore. No one can hurt me, no one can scare me, because I don't exist. It's wonderful

Jesus, people are so fucking stupid. Like home is some magical place over the rainbow. A bandage that'll fix everything. What could coming home do for you? Home just makes everything worse

It's simple for you – you never shut up. It's just ... not for me. Every word I say out loud, it costs me. A piece of my ... my mind, whatever, my sanity. Something. I'm going to need you to help me now

It's the best thing, fear. It creates focus. It creates drive. 'Necessity is the mother of invention', but what creates necessity? Fear. No one loves you more than when they're afraid of you. When they're looking at you because you hold their life in your hands. You become their whole world. You become their god

Like maybe there's a home for me. Inside of you. When we're like this

Besides, if a person couldn't cry over a random dead body in their trunk, that they may or may not have killed, then what could a person cry over? “Oh,

Why do you want to find this … this De Sant person so badly?” “Because,” she finally looked at her guide. “Because why?” “I'm going to kill him.

During sex, it was like he owned her body, her mind. Like they weren't hers anymore. Probably because they never were.

You'll let your friend fuck you in an alley, but I can't sexually harass you in a cubicle?” he asked. Tate actually laughed – she couldn't help it.

You think love is one thing – turns out, it's whole big barrel of fucked-up-ness. You think marriage is one thing – turns out, it's an even bigger barrel of fucked-up-ness.

Emotional cannibalism

But does a hurricane ask for a background check on all the people it kills? Does a tornado? Does an earthquake? No, because they're forces of nature. They don't have to. So you need to decide how you want to live life, Emma. You can either take the easy way out, or you can be a force of nature

He was slow and methodical in the way he handled her, as if they had all the time in the world for him to explore her body. As if she was a sculpture he'd bought and paid for, something that belonged to him, was his to touch as he pleased.

I came here tonight to tell you that you don't scare me anymore. I won't allow you to have that kind of power over me

I can be anything you want. I can do anything you want

Do you think you could dream up something as perfect as me

Ilike sex. A lot. It's fun, it's an escape, it feels good, it keeps you healthy. It makes you feel powerful. It gives you power

Maybe this whole time, I should've been looking for someone as fucked up as me. Maybe two broken pieces can be glued together to make a whole

When he wasn't touching her, wasn't inside her, she was uncomfortable. Void

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I knew she was broken. I knew she was desperate for attention. For affection. But I didn't know ... I didn't know it was going to be like this. I didn't count on her needing me the way she does – i.e., so badly, it's driving her to violence. It's almost beautiful ... I don't think I've ever had anyone truly need me. Like me, yes. Adore me, yes. Obsessed with me, yes. Need is a different beast. Need implies she can't survive without me. Somehow, I've become responsible for her