The Cursed Harper L Woods Quotes

I love you, Witchling. For everything you are and for everything you are not.

There’s my wicked little witch,

Nothing here has any value without you. You're my home,

Not everyone is fit to be a parent, and a lot of the ability to be a good mother comes from the desire to be.

Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.

You do not need to carry the weight of the world every time someone fucks you over. Sometimes, people just do shitty things.

To love was to lose. To love was to hurt. Whether it was a father who put his own needs before ours or the siblings we would be forced to leave, love was pain for beings like us.

I told you already, Witchling. You aren’t alone anymore.

I would do what was right for me from that point on.

Fuck the balance. I’ll watch the world burn before I allow it to force you into something you do not want,

I could want to fuck him and plan to slit his throat all in the same breath,

I love you, Witchling. For everything you are and everything you are not.

She made me a god, and her body was my altar.

want to fuck you when you’re so mad you try to claw my eyes out. I want to fight you, and then I want to fuck you while you direct all that anger toward me.

For those who love them murderous.

Grab the headboard and hold on tight, my love,” he ordered, wrapping an arm around each of my thighs.

What do I have to do to get through to you? You are never alone, and you didn’t need to do this alone, either.

I wanted him to know he was loved, even if I couldn’t be selfish enough to choose us.

They would gladly sacrifice you if it meant the world survived, but I wouldn’t. I would never walk this plane again if it meant I had you at my side in Hell.

Where others might have wanted to control the fire in her veins, I only wanted to watch her learn how to embrace what it was to burn.

Willow needed to know that I was her only home. That her future started and ended with me. I would tolerate nothing less than an eternity with her by my side,

Wicked little witch,

No one else would have mattered to me at all; simply a means to an end to achieve what I wanted. Only Willow didn’t just matter. She was fucking everything.

I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” “Absolutely fucking not,” I said, my brow pinching when he laughed. “Good girl,” he said, tipping his head to the side.

You know, it's okay to not be okay.

For her, I'd spend my life on my knees if she asked it of me.

I hate that you made me love you,” I said, the desperate words coming out as the barest of whispers.

Loving Willow and accepting that I wanted her to love me back would mean putting myself at risk of rejection all over again.

Then call me your queen of disappointment and I'll add that to the list of things I don't give a fuck about.

Grab the headboard and hold on tight, my love," he ordered, wrapping an arm around each of my thighs.

Who could sleep while the devil was watching them?

I’d expected her to be lost to her anger, to fight back with panic and fury. Instead, she’d met me with calm, lethal cunning. She’d behaved as a Queen, when I’d still been expecting a girl.

Children are a gift, and I would never force you to have them if you didn't want them. Not everyone is fit to be a parent, and a lot of the ability to be a good mother comes from the desire to be.

Children are a gift, and I would never force you to have them if you didn’t want them. Not everyone is fit to be a parent, and a lot of the ability to be a good mother comes from the desire to be.

Hecate’s maze marred my skin; the mark of my necromancer wife burned into my flesh like a brand. Willow swallowed, staring up at me as she floundered for words. “You’re mine now, Willow Morningstar.

Because until you’re willing to let me go, you’re never really going to have me at all. You’re always going to wonder if I would stay—if I would choose you if given the chance, and not knowing is going to haunt you for the rest of your days.

I was no stranger to going into terrifying situations alone; in fact, it was where I found comfort. I could rely on myself, always. It was everyone else who constantly disappointed me. Every moment of every day, I stood alone when things got tough.

If I catch you, then you’ll give me the fight I’ve come to crave from you. If I catch you, we will go to war in the way our souls already know—until my body recognizes every inch of your skin by touch. When I catch you, I will fuck you, and we both know you’ll love every goddamn minute of it,

If my cock is my only redeeming quality,” I said, shoving her hair out of my way to wrap my fingers around the back of her neck. I used that grip to press her toward the ground, letting her turn her head in order to see her profile. I pinned her, holding her perfectly still as I shifted my hips and drew back. “Then I expect you to spend most of your time sitting on it, wife.

If my cock is my only redeeming quality,” I said, shoving her hair out of my way so that I could wrap my fingers around the back of her neck. I used that grip to press her toward the ground, letting her turn her head so that I could see her profile. I pinned her, holding her perfectly still as I shifted my hips and pulled back. “Then I expect you to spend most of your time sitting on it, wife.

Stalling. Buying time. Gray chuckled, releasing me with one last nudge to my chin. “But are you afraid?” he asked, tilting his head as he knowingly looked at where I’d burrowed my fingers into the base of the tree, melding the wood around me so that I could become one with it. “Or are you just pissed?” “I’m always pissed,” I snapped, clenching my teeth together as I sank into that anger. Into the feeling of being so fucking tired of being somebody else’s puppet. If I’d been stronger, I’d have let Gray take my magic and walked away as soon as I had the chance, but I was too afraid to live with the hole inside me. “You wanting to fuck me when I’m afraid doesn’t exactly put me in a good mood.” “I don’t want to fuck you when you’re afraid, wife,” he said, stressing the word. I flinched, as I suspected I would do every time he called me by the term that I was so certain couldn’t be possible. I didn’t pretend to know the intricacies of demon marriage rites, but it seemed like even for the evil creatures from Hell there should have been some level of consent involved. “I want to fuck you when you’re so mad you try to claw my eyes out. I want to fight you, and then I want to fuck you while you direct all that anger toward me.

Absolutely not. I will not fuck the murderer.

Because until you’re willing to let me go, you’ll never really have me. You’ll always wonder if I would stay—if I would choose you, if given the chance, and not knowing will haunt you for the rest of your days.

Desire did not equal love.

A young girl who was terrified of the fact that she was facing the world alone. She didn’t think anyone would see it if she could only pretend to be unaffected, focusing on the shallow friendships she’d formed without ever allowing those who could care about her to sink themselves deeper within her soul.

Only a fool would dare to underestimate you, my love,

Open your fucking mouth, Witchling. It isn't my blood you're going to drink this time,

I love every side of you, Witchling. Even the parts that make you human.

Blood is power,

Willow might have fought our connection with everything she had when she was strong, but in her moments of vulnerability, she revealed exactly who she was beneath all the bravado. A young girl who was terrified of the fact that she was facing the world alone.

I knew we had the potential to destroy one another--to burn until there was nothing left except ash.

I would not let my sex life determine my value.

Do you, though? What you know is what is documented on paper, not what exists within her.

It was everyone else who constantly disappointed me. Every moment of every day, I stood alone when things got tough.

The Cursed Crown. The stone that had twisted Mab from a daughter of the Summer Court into the Queen of Air and Darkness. I wanted nothing more than to shatter it and drive the shards through her eyes.

I care because I would want someone to do the same for you if the time ever came. I care because the witches cursed us to maintain the balance of nature after the Fae became too powerful. The cycle of life is all a part of that balance, and to disrespect it is to threaten nature itself.