The Rivals Vi Keeland Quotes

I think some people get inside our hearts and stay, even long after they physically leave.

Life's a giant circle, isn't it? Sometimes we think we've reached the end and closed the loop, only to realize we've arrived back at the beginning again.

Before I met you, I had no purpose. It didn't take long after you stormed into my life to realize the reason I'd been lost was because you hadn't found me yet. My purpose in life is to love you.

Okay…but like Shakespeare said, It’s better to have fucked and lost, than never to have fucked at all.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.” -Unknown

Now that you’ve admitted what your heart holds, perhaps the next step is sharing it with the person who holds your heart.

Any time you spend wondering if you deserve better is time wasted. Because if you’re wondering, you do.

You might not want other people touching your things. But I want what I want." "Fine. But no fucking other men while your spoiled ass is getting what she wants." I squinted at him. "Fine.

Those who protest the hardest are usually trying to mask their true feelings.

But the truth of the matter is, sometimes we just act on instinct like an animal. And Sophia damn Sterling has the uncanny ability to bring out the savage in me.

When something good happens, our first instinct is to drink to celebrate. When something bad happens, we’re ready to drink to forget. And when nothing happens, we drink to make it happen.

And here I was thinking her letting me kiss her, letting me look at her beautiful face while I was inside her, was the biggest gift she could give me. But this - this was so much more. Trust.

You know what obstacles are?" "What?" "They're tests to see if you deserve to win. How do you show someone they're worth fighting for unless you've knocked down whatever's in your way? If you're just gonna sit on your ass and not even try..." He shook his head. "Well, I guess you don't deserve the prize anyway. I thought you had more balls than that, kid.

A few tears might've leaked out as I unloaded inside her. It was absolutely, positively, the most fan-fucking-tastic orgasm of my life.

Very often, we tell ourselves we feel conflicted about someone or something because the thought of how we really feel scares us.

So he’s handsome, thoughtful, and funny. Sounds awful.

I hesitated, but honestly, I was so turned on that there wasn't much he could ask that I wouldn't do.

God, his voice was so raspy and thick. If sex had a sound, it would absolutely be this.

That’s okay. I’m good at what I do. You know, some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some get to have greatness thrust inside them.

You remember what I look like naked, don’t you, Feef? I’ve filled in nicely since eighteen. Whenever you’re ready, we can go back to my room, and I’ll treat you to a little looksee.

Weston Lockwood was positively sinful. He had a jawline that would make a sculptor weep and eyes that were perpetually undressing me. But it was his crooked, dirty smile that always did me in.

But there was an old saying about the four people you always tell the truth: your wife, your priest, your doctor, and your lawyer. But that was the sober man's creed. The rest of us had five: your sponsor.

We all have the ability to change, Weston. Maybe not our DNA, but certainly the way we treat people is something we’re all capable of modifying. It’s not always easy, but the first step is awareness—recognizing what needs to be changed and wanting things to be different. Whether what you believe about yourself is true or not is almost immaterial. What’s important is that you believe it to be true, and you have the desire for things to change.

He grinned. “You think if we play nice, you won’t wind up with my cock inside you anymore.” I shifted in my seat. “Must you be so vulgar?” “What did I say?” He seemed genuinely confused. I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “Cock. Do you have to say it like that?” He grinned. “I’m sorry. Can you say that again? I didn’t hear you.” I squinted. “You heard me. I know you did.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Maybe. But I really liked hearing you say cock.” A busboy walked by our table just as Weston spoke. The guy looked our way and smirked, but kept going. “Keep your voice down.” Needless to say, he didn’t. “Is it just my cock you don’t like talking about? Or is it all cocks in general?

All hell broke loose after that. Sophia pushed down my boxers, her fingernails scraping my skin in the frenzy to get them off, and I took her taut nipple between my teeth and tugged until I heard her breath catch. She wrapped one leg around my waist and hoisted herself up, climbing me like a fucking tree.

If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.

Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart... If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.

It took me a while to figure out that love doesn’t have to make sense; it only has to make us happy.

Oh my God, it’s worse than I expected. What is that dreadful thing you have on your arms?” “Scarlett! You’re early!” I rushed out from behind the reception desk and wrapped my arms around my friend. After we hugged, Scarlett pulled back and held my shoulders. “Is that brown?” I glanced down at the blazer I wore. “It’s part of the hotel’s uniform. I wear it when I’m behind the front desk. What’s wrong with it?” Scarlett seemed confused at my question. “It’s brown.

I thought we were meeting downstairs in the lobby at ten?” She looked me up and down and walked in with her arms full. “We were. But then I realized you’d be dressed like that without my help.” I looked down at my outfit. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Scarlett sighed. “You screwed a man in the laundry room yesterday. You’re not boring, yet you insist on dressing like you are.

If you see a woman with bright red lipstick that matches the bottoms of her shoes and looks like she stepped out of a Vogue magazine, that would be her. ... She’s arrogant and confident. The sea kind of parts when she walks into a room.

I always thought we were so different. But the more I get to know him, the more I realize we just choose to wear different masks.” “Wow… That sounds deep and boring as shit.” Scarlett grinned. “And here I thought I was going to get to hear how he banged the shit out of you. But instead, I’m being subjected to feelings… Yuck.

Weston is like a bright star on a dark night. He can light up the sky, but eventually that fire burns out and all the pieces crumble. Then you’re left in the dark.” “You do know the sun is a star, too, right? Sometimes we can rely on a star to come back every day.

If I told you to remove your hand right now, what would you do?” He looked me straight in the eyes. “I’d remove my hand.” “So how can you say I want to be dominated by you?” “You’re confusing domination with control. You can want to be dominated, and still keep control. In fact, you’ve been the one in control of what’s going on between us every time we’ve been together.” I struggled to accept that, and Weston saw it in my face. “Just stop thinking about it and go with it, if you enjoy it.

Кожен день - це новий шанс, щоб почати все заново.

You might not want other people touching your things. But I want what I want." "Fine. But no fucking other men while your spoiled ass is getting what she wants." I squinted at him. "Fine.

When something good happens, our first instinct is to drink to celebrate. When something bad happens, we’re ready to drink to forget. And when nothing happens, we drink to make it happen. That’s why we’re alcoholics. But we can’t drown our problems. Because our sorrows are Olympic swimmers.