Whistleblower Kay Cove Quotes

I don’t want you to change—not a goddamn thing about yourself. You be the light in this dark, depressing world. Let me be the big, bad wolf.

I see lives end almost every day, Eden. When I want something, I move fast. If you wait, you might miss it forever.

Then right here, right now, I want you to kiss me like I’m precious, but fuck me like I’m not.

Eden, I’ve never cared about a first kiss.” His scorching gaze lingers on my lips. “But I do now.

Let me tell you something right now. Something very important. Women are not weak. But the men who lay hands on them are.

You want another lie?” Damn, he’s cute. The killer is cute. “Sure.” “I haven’t spent the entire week kicking myself for not kissing you. I don’t regret leaving your office like that at all.

Until we kissed the other night, it had been over a year and a half since a man had touched me. I’ve had a lot of time to fantasize about some boundaries I want to test. I’m not asking you to tie me up and hit me or anything….” I take a breath. How do I explain this? “I have to be in control all the time—of my reactions, of my emotions. It’s exhausting pretending to not be as scared as I feel. So, I just want to give up control of this. If you want me, then take over. Use me, however you want.

I don’t quite know how to put my finger on it. Innocent looking? Vulnerable? Very pretty indeed, but that’s not the word I’m looking for… Precious. That’s the one.

Sleeping with a warm body beside me is indeed comforting. It’s just the first time in my life I’ve ever done it.

Then serve your time and do better. Redemption is there for the ones who admit their mistakes and are courageous enough to make a change.

Standing frozen in the doorway, I examine someone that I am certain, without a doubt, that I will never pull a gun on. Not now. Not ever. Not only because she’s a woman, but because she’s… I don’t quite know how to put my finger on it. Innocent looking? Vulnerable? Very pretty indeed, but that’s not the word I’m looking for… Precious. That’s the one.

When his lips graze my earlobe, he whispers, “Eden,

This one is for all the kind, loving, tender souls who choose to take the high road, but secretly fantasize about getting even. Grace isn’t a weakness. You’re so much stronger than you realize.

fighting fire with fire means the entire world will burn.

His opinion was that right versus wrong was a concept that was so overly simple, it was borderline idiotic. Surviving amongst each other takes a very high pain tolerance. We have to forgive far more often than is comfortable, and our entire existence is a life lesson about upending the biases and assumptions we create ourselves.

My dad taught me to work hard and I never imagined that could be a bad thing…until now.  I’m at the most difficult point of my life, and there’s no one here standing beside me.

Anger lives in all of us, and those who don’t have a proper outlet suppress their agony until the pressure builds so great, they end up hurting other people. Violence is a misguided outlet for pain.

People do the most incredible, and the most atrocious things when they are scared. Fear gives you adrenaline. It makes you stronger, helps you think more tactfully. Truly, it’s our body’s secret serum for survival.

My hands are occupied and it’d be hard to get your sweet pussy in my mouth in this position. So, I guess the only way you’re coming tonight is by riding me until you’re satisfied.

Vesper warned me… I’m not allowed to keep you.” He touches my lips and then brushes his thumb against my cheek. “But now there’s no fucking way I can let you go.

Hush. You’re mine now, Eden.” And no one who wants to live, threatens what’s mine.

Am I safe with you?” “Of course you are.” I stroke the top of her hair with a tender touch. “I wouldn’t just kill for you, Precious, I’d die for you too.