Wolfe Paisley Hope Quotes

I own all your fear, little hummingbird. No one else can have it.” 

We all have angels watching over us, even you. Maybe you’ve just been riding faster than yours can fly. Maybe it’s time to slow down a little.” I feel her smirk against me. “Let them catch up.” 

I don’t ask permission to take what’s already mine,

The day I met you was a rift in time. From that rift forward, there is only before I met you and all the days to follow. I just don’t think the word love means enough to describe that.

I don’t ask myself why I want you. I only take, hummingbird.

Fuck it—” He barely gets the words out before his lips come crashing down on mine,

I own all your fear, little hummingbird. No one else can have it.

There isn’t a thought in my head that doesn’t start and end with you,

whether she likes it or not, Brinley Rose Beaumont is already mine.

When I make you come, I am your god. The only name you cry out is mine. Remember that for next time,

You’re not safe because you’re mine, not because of what you saw,” he says.

I live inside you now, little hummingbird,

That small woman birthed this mammoth?

We all have angels watching over us, even you. Maybe you’ve just been riding faster than yours can fly.

No, little bird. I am your home.” He lets my hand fall to my side as I stand here just dumbfounded by his words before he adds, “And I’m not taking you to the clubhouse.

But let me be clear, little hummingbird. The only one who can save you is me. And the only one who can breathe life into my dark soul is you. We save each other.

now that I’ve really kissed her, there will never be a day where I don’t.

maybe I’m just as out of the ordinary for him as he is for me. That light to his dark.

I want to find out who Brinley Rose Beaumont is when, for once, she chooses herself. I want to be there when she finally lets herself be as wicked as she craves.” 

If anyone threatens you or tries to hurt you, they will be met with a suffering so deep that Lucifer himself will beg mercy for their souls. I’ll tear the flesh from their bones one layer at a time and rejoice like the angel of bloodshed I was trained to be.

My name is Stacy. If you are reading this, then you have also discovered the secret I discovered—and that my mother first discovered—of a new wolf species. I implore you to keep this secret and join me in my fight to protect them and use their powers for good in the world. I have no doubt that the wolves you are with have changed your life, the way my life was forever changed by Everest, Basil, Addison, Noah, Tucker, Wink, Atlas, Ribsy, Paisley, and Pearl. They’ve given me a purpose and a love for the natural planet and the animals in it. They’ve given me a family of pets to care for and who care for me. I don’t know where I will be when you are reading this, as I expect my work with the wolves to take me on many adventures all over the world. But I hope you will join me. Join me in being a guardian of the forest and a sentinel of the ocean. Join me . . . in being a wild rescuer.

My captor. I want to hurt him and savor him all at the same time.

To all my good girls who know falling in love with the king of an outlaw motorcycle club doesn’t mean your mission in life is to change him. Instead, it is to embrace the wicked inside you and become his bad ass queen.

Having a husband like Evan, maybe starting a family, exactly what my mother always wanted, will help me feel like maybe I’m on the right path, one she and my father would’ve been proud of.

When my friends craved the good guy in the movies we watched growing up, I secretly always wanted the villain with his hand around the main character's throat. I want a man to look at me like he can’t wait to touch me at any given time of the day.

You’ve never been on a bike, which was obvious before you told me,” he says curtly. “And no woman has been on mine—ever.

If you aren’t careful, little hummingbird, I may have to use that mouth to set you straight.” He leans in closer, and my knees go weak as his lips hover over my ear. “But maybe that’s exactly what you want… maybe you’re sick of being good, yeah?

You’re alive because I can’t fucking bear the thought of this pulse not beating for me, and that’s the only reason I can give you,

Only you, Brinley.” He squeezes tight to my ass. “It’s only you I’ve ever felt the need to possess, to claim for my own.

There isn’t a thought in my head that doesn’t start and end with you,” he says honestly as another finger enters me and works effortlessly to torture me in the best way possible.

Please. This is my home,” I say, looking into his eyes.  Gabriel shakes his head slowly and reaches down, grabbing hold of my hand. He brings it up to his chest and slides it under his cut, placing it above his heart. As we stand here staring at each other, momentarily transfixed, I can feel the slow, steady beat of his heart through his thin t-shirt. His breath is deep and even as he pulls my palm out and brings it up to his lips, kissing it just once. “No, little bird. I am your home.” He lets my hand fall to my side as I stand here just dumbfounded by his words before he adds, “And I’m not taking you to the clubhouse.

I’m a total slut for Gabriel Wolfe

The fucking sounds you make, you might as well be asking me to eat you alive.” Wolfe drops his lips to my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders, my breasts, trading between biting me and ravaging me with open mouthed kisses.

Holy fuck, is this what it’s like to feel happy?

What am I doing with this man? How did I not see this?

He’s a real Jason Momoa type—part Khal Drogo, part outlaw.

It’ll work out a lot better for both of us if you stop second guessing everything I say. Then I won’t need to fucking repeat myself,

You will hold no space to fear anything in this world except me. If anyone threatens you or tries to hurt you, they will be met with a suffering so deep that Lucifer himself will beg mercy for their souls. I’ll tear the flesh from their bones one layer at a time and rejoice like the angel of bloodshed I was trained to be.

No one else will look after you the way I will.

My stomach drops as I realize his threat doesn’t scare me nearly as much as it excites me.

When my friends craved the good guy in the movies we watched growing up, I secretly always wanted the villain with his hand around the main character's throat.

You were always a warrior, little hummingbird, you just never knew it.

I want to find out who Brinley Rose Beaumont is when, for once, she chooses herself. I want to be there when she finally lets herself be as wicked as she craves.

Listen to me now. You have two choices, little hummingbird. You die in these woods, or you become mine in these woods.

I don’t want to die,” I moan softly. “Then come, little hummingbird, and say my name while you do,” he commands.

My wicked girl, Brinley, you take every drop I offer. That’s what it means to be mine.

Run,” he growls.

If you aren’t careful, little hummingbird, I may have to use that mouth to set you straight.

And I may care about my country, but I fucking hate the government.

This…” he whispers into my ear in a gruff timbre. “This is going to have me plucking out the eyes of every man here tonight one by one. I can fucking feel it.” 

The day I met you was a rift in time. From that rift forward, there is only before I met you and all the days to follow. I just don’t think the word love means enough to describe that.” 

Run,” he growls. I flinch again with the deep timbre of his voice in the quiet space. “W-wha—?” “It seems”—he starts to move toward me and I brace myself for flight—“we’re at an impasse. So, I’ll give you one minute as a head start.

with the biker president who sucks all the air from my lungs.

Get on the fucking bike, Brinley.” This tone is lower and more commanding than his usual velvety one.

God, he smells so good. Leather, spice, and that hint of smoke from the clubhouse.

Gabriel Wolfe makes me crazy. He makes me lose control in every way possible.

The word fiction comes from the Old French word ficcion—meaning ruse. And that’s what love is, a fucking ruse. Romantic love, at least.

If you aren't careful, little hummingbird, I may have to use that mouth to set you straight." He leans closer, and my knees go weak as his lips hover over my ear. "But maybe that's exactly what you want... maybe you're sick of being good, yeah?

Sometimes you can say yes to help out, I suppose. But if you always do it, you start to lose the person you are and you start living for them. You aren’t your true self anymore, you’re who they want you to be.