A. Zavarelli Quotes & Sayings

Damaged souls have their own beauty. A dark, terrifying beauty. The same type of beauty I recognize in Ronan. — A. Zavarelli

Ye're coming with me," he says again. "I think that's called kidnapping," I tell him. He shrugs. "Why trifle with labels? — A. Zavarelli

He isn't at all sweet. But if I wanted sugar, I'd eat a fucking cupcake. I — A. Zavarelli

And though she be but little, she is fierce- Shakespeare — A. Zavarelli

I needed to channel the darkness that ran through my veins and embrace it. To play this game better than this man ever could have predicted. After all, I'd only been with him twice, and already I could see his weakness.
His weakness was me. — A. Zavarelli

Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven. — A. Zavarelli

He smells like sunshine and ocean air and he tastes like hunger. I've — A. Zavarelli

The thing about butterflies, Mr. Crow, is that they need to be admired from afar. — A. Zavarelli

My heart is a compass, and it always leads me back to you. — A. Zavarelli

My heart beats for him.
The man who shares my secret. The man who holds my life in the palm of his hands. Sometimes, I think I could love him. But most of the time, I just hate him. For making me weak. For tempting me to stay. For wondering when he'll finally make good and kill me too.
I don't know how it's possible to have feelings that are such polar opposites. I want to slap him. I want to scream in his face and force him to acknowledge me. His cavalier attitude towards me is worse than any of the pain Blaine ever inflicted on me. I'm not even worth his attention. A moment of his time. And yet, when he walks into the room, everything else ceases to exist. — A. Zavarelli

I'm not letting you go, baby girl. You need to accept that. — A. Zavarelli

Fancy that, do ye?" "Va va voom," I say in answer. "Any chance you'll let me drive?" He spins the keys around his fingers. "Not even if I was dying. — A. Zavarelli

I'm all out of fucks to give. Which — A. Zavarelli

Ye don't get out of my bed the minute I blow my load into you," he says. — A. Zavarelli

If an act of evil is to stain my soul, it will be for one of my own. — A. Zavarelli

He's like a trip wire, rigged to detonate a category five hurricane of emotions inside of me. But I'm a masochist of the highest order, so I let him obliterate me. Again and again. — A. Zavarelli

Nobody else gets to see you like that," he declares. "Ye're claimed." His words douse me in gasoline. His eyes light the match. And when he grinds himself against me, all that's left to do is burn for him. — A. Zavarelli

He tastes like mint and posession and fire. — A. Zavarelli

Do you want to drown, baby?" he asks. "No," I answer. "I want to fly. — A. Zavarelli

My dark prince. The reaper. The man who spilled blood for me without pause. For that reason alone he'll always be on a pedestal that no other can reach. He'll always be the memory I revisit in my darkest of times. — A. Zavarelli

And do you know what happens to people who give out second chances like Halloween candy? They get fucked over. — A. Zavarelli

Any man can fuck me. But Alexei fucks my mind. My heart. My soul. He lights me up and burns me down. Every single time. — A. Zavarelli

I want you to know the level of my devotion to you," he states. "I don't ever want you to question it. The things I have and will continue to do to protect you. To avenge you. They are dark things. But that darkness is my burden to carry, and it always will be. — A. Zavarelli

doesn't know me at all." I try to turn — A. Zavarelli

She was stone cold and hard as fuck. And that's when I knew, she was a ride or die chick. The Letty to my Dom. I — A. Zavarelli

He kissed my tears away and whispered sweet words into my ears. Words that he was too afraid to say out loud. He told me I was beautiful. That I was perfect in every way. And that, unconditionally, I was his. — A. Zavarelli

His heart is the rhythm, mine is the echo. — A. Zavarelli

And I will make you mine all over again. Every day, for the rest of my life, Solnyshko. That is my promise to you. I will make you fall in love with me every day for a lifetime. — A. Zavarelli

My skills are unique. Forged over a lifetime of dedication and hard work. It is not talent. It is not luck. It is nothing less than perseverance that makes me the best at what I do. For — A. Zavarelli

I have no idea why, but I'm grinning back at her. This temperamental, wild creature in front of me who has the nerve to put me in my place. — A. Zavarelli

Don't deny me what's mine, Brighton. — A. Zavarelli

When peace exists within you, everything else becomes clear. I — A. Zavarelli

She was the only antidote for the bleakness that lived inside of me. My goddess. My deity. I wasn't a believer in any religion, but I'd make an exception in this case. I'd get down on my knees and worship at her alter every day if it brought her back to me. — A. Zavarelli

Like Artemis and Orion, fate was working against us, and we couldn't be together in this life. But he will forever be immortalized in my heart. — A. Zavarelli

I glance up at the stars, trying to piece together constellations in the night sky. But just like my life, they are nothing but a jumbled up map of dots that don't connect, and they only leave more unexplained questions. — A. Zavarelli

It wasn't desire, it was biology. My body was adapting to the situation. Doing what it needed to survive. That, I was certain of. Because if I had liked it, liked the hands of this monster, that would have made me a monster too. — A. Zavarelli

Ronan and I have always had a fucked up way of going about things. The first time he fucked me, it was next to my dead boyfriend's body. The first blowjob, in a basement he uses to kill people. He isn't at all sweet. But if I wanted sugar, I'd eat a fucking cupcake. — A. Zavarelli

We're oil and water. We don't mix. I'm bad for him. And he's no good for me either, probably. But I'm his, regardless. He needs to know that. — A. Zavarelli

It was Brighton. She made me fucking insane. Her beauty and absolute perfection dissolved any moral boundaries that may have existed within me. — A. Zavarelli

He's the lightning, and I am simply a conductor. We were always bound to converge. — A. Zavarelli

Javi is the poison I drink so willingly because nothing else has ever tasted so sweet. He is everything. The light and the dark. The solace and the pain. The torment and the peace. And I can't imagine not having him here with me. I can't even consider it. — A. Zavarelli

She made the beast rear its ugly head. Stirred fantasies in my mind I would have never otherwise entertained. Owning her wasn't enough. Controlling her didn't douse the inferno blazing inside me. — A. Zavarelli

You already know all about monsters," he said regretfully. "Don't you kitten? — A. Zavarelli

She blinked her eyes open, her lips parted and cheeks flushed, looking every bit like a goddess before him. And if he were a better man, he wouldn't have been able to taint such purity. But he wasn't a better man, and there was no turning back now. — A. Zavarelli

But I know now that if you just wake up every single day ready to do battle- ready to fight for what you have- then you have a real chance to hold onto it. — A. Zavarelli

Come here." He gestures towards the door.
Would you get a load of this character?
Come here, he says, like I'll just do it.
I do. — A. Zavarelli

I will never understand what it is about this quiet,
enigmatic man that renders me completely senseless.
Ronan feels it too.
This explosive link between us.
All I have to do is enter his orbit,
and I'm a slave to his power. — A. Zavarelli

He only shows the world the smallest safest parts of himself. But inside, underneath, is a wealth of hidden discoveries. I want to know them all. — A. Zavarelli

Will Sasha abandon her plan in order to stay with Ronan???
Will those two be able to stay together and be happy when they are having so many demons to changing them down??? — A. Zavarelli

Nobody has ever looked at me the way he's looking at me at this moment. Like I'm his possession. Like if anyone else were to touch me, he'd break both their legs and an arm for good measure. — A. Zavarelli

A smart woman would have walked away then. She would have lit a match and set fire to the entire clusterfuck that was this situation. But I was never a smart woman, and if you didn't believe me, all you had to do was ask my mother. — A. Zavarelli

This is the moment I realize that our traumas never really go away. They live inside of us, in the deepest darkest pits of our own tiny hells. Cocked and loaded, waiting for someone to come along and pull the trigger. — A. Zavarelli

Her eyes are like her personality. A chameleon. Always changing. They can be feline at times, warm like brandy. But they can be a whole lot of dark too, the color evaporating into an endless void. — A. Zavarelli

I wanted to break you. I never expected you to like it. — A. Zavarelli

Cue the cruel and mocking laughter from the puppet master of this fucked up sideshow. — A. Zavarelli

You can't change a leopard's spots. Broken people can only fix themselves. — A. Zavarelli

I don't have time for sweet tonight." He slides his thick cock between my thighs. "I'm going to fuck ye hard and fast and stuff ye full of my come before I have to leave. — A. Zavarelli

One thing I know for certain is that this killer - the Reaper - isn't my white knight. In fact, in this story, I very well suspect he may even be the villain. Because if Blaine ever finds out how I feel, it will certainly be the death of me." - Sasha — A. Zavarelli

I thought I told you I don't play by the rules," I argue. "Ye're mistaken," he says. "Ye just walked into my world unbidden. So you will play by the rules, butterfly. You'll be playing by all my rules. — A. Zavarelli

It's not soft. It's not sweet. It's something wild and three long years in the making. A kiss that purges the memory of all other kisses before him. — A. Zavarelli

think I'd say the same. I had to go to hell to find the person I am today. And in the end, the road through hell led me straight to him. — A. Zavarelli

No, Ronan. It means that she missed you. While you are out and about in the world and doing your thing every day, a dog only has interactions with you to look forward to." "But why would she look forward to that?" he asks. "Because she loves you." He — A. Zavarelli

My life, my love, my breath. May we always have each other, in this life and the next. — A. Zavarelli

This was worse than a coke binge. Worse than black tar or the thrill of E. This was the devil himself snaking his way inside of my heart and bending me to his will. This was addiction, quickly morphing into obsession. And somewhere in the clouded fog that was my brain, I knew this was a game I was going to lose. — A. Zavarelli

Sometimes it takes being at your lowest point to see who's really there for you. And they're all standing right beside me now. The — A. Zavarelli

I don't know anything other than that it's always been her, from the moment I saw her three years ago. She's the thing that I've yearned for more than anything else. And for that reason, she's the one thing I can never have. I cannot control my urges. My instincts. — A. Zavarelli

I wanted to bend ye over the table and eat your hot little cunt before the whole lot of them," he says. — A. Zavarelli

Even when she was on her knees- filled with my darkness- she was still shining bright. My Siren's song, my exposed nerve. She lured me in and made me feel. And then she left me to perish. — A. Zavarelli

I didn't know what to say. What to do. I didn't feel strong anymore. I felt like I couldn't go on without him. He loved me fiercely. Obsessively. Rivalled only by the intensity which I felt for him. So why couldn't we be together? — A. Zavarelli

I'm so tired of being strong. So tired of trying to do everything myself. Is it wrong to let him comfort me? To be relieved in the false sense of security I find here. These arms will shelter me and keep me safe. Something I thought I would never want now means the world to me. Even if it is all one giant lie. — A. Zavarelli

Human emotion is not a linear experience. That which provokes emotion in one may provoke little, if anything, in another. — A. Zavarelli

I never realized how empty my life had really become until I had him in it. He did that to me. He said I wrecked him, but he completely destroyed me. Everything was fine when I was alone. When I didn't have to feel or think or care about someone else. Sure I was sad and broken, but I was okay. Now, I'm anything but. — A. Zavarelli

The last five years had been a series of carefully orchestrated events. Every move, every strategy had been poured over in painstaking detail before it was set into motion.
Pieces on a chess board.
A collision of fate and circumstance. I'd planned for every hitch. Every contingency. Except the one that blindsided me like a vat of acid to the face.
I fell in love with her. — A. Zavarelli

Do not provoke me," I bite out. "I told you not to provoke me." "It's not my fault you can't control your temper," she snaps. Her — A. Zavarelli

Know what's worse than cold turkey? Just a little bump. One tiny sip to take the edge off. The edges never went away, they only got sharper. Every addict would tell you. Gray areas couldn't exist in a sober environment. — A. Zavarelli

Death. The word has such a sense of finality to it. But it's more than just an ending. People die long before they ever make it to the grave. They die in little ways, every single day. A loss of feeling. A lack of caring. Sometimes it is slow. Sometimes it has the subtlety of a hurricane. Death can inhabit the body long before the soul ever leaves. — A. Zavarelli

Beautiful things were meant to be broken. — A. Zavarelli

Ye're about as Irish as a plastic paddy — A. Zavarelli

I'd single-handedly go to war and burn their whole organization to the ground before I ever let them harm what was mine. And there were no two ways about it- Brighton would always be mine. — A. Zavarelli

I'd serve him any day of the week and twice on Sundays. Because, fuck me, that's why. — A. Zavarelli