V. Theia Quotes & Sayings

A kiss before he went to murder.
Poetic. Or plain terrifying. — V. Theia

He got the deviant joke loud and clear, the one about the biggest head case craving the taste of a psychiatrist. The little bit of a thing was smarter than most. — V. Theia

Raw. Dirty. Scandalous and oh so delicious. — V. Theia

She had climbed into his turmoil and made herself at home, fixing him one brick at a time from the inside, powerless to stop her, she touched his pain and made it a little better each time. — V. Theia

Hawk wasn't a normal man, nor a man with a virtuous compass, he felt nothing most of the time, no guilt, regret, he flicked people off like gnats neither bothered nor caring about them. — V. Theia

I only tasted you once, Ruby, and already I want more. It shouldn't have stopped at one kiss. You should invite me in and I'll show you how much you'll love me putting you on your knees. — V. Theia

His own personal siren nightmare. What else could it be when his body only sparked alive when it was her.

She made his lungs work, his heart beat.

It was a goddamn disease is what it was. — V. Theia

If she had to choose something, she'd say it was his build. Women were ingrained to go for the biggest Neanderthal in the village and they didn't come much bigger than Preacher. Disreputable Renegade Souls member. Perpetual Don Juan and swinger of his dick. — V. Theia

Hawk was on the dark side, walking a fine line when his body responded to just how he wanted to ruin the girl. — V. Theia

Maybe he was the kind of man to leave the cap from the toothpaste. That was a deal breaker for all women. God forbid he had mommy issues. — V. Theia

I'm not hung up on numbers, but I do like giving multiple orgasms. — V. Theia

And Preacher, the notorious thinks with his dick man, he was all the bad decisions a woman could ever make and a lifetime of regret all wrapped up in a six foot six rock hard package. — V. Theia

He was a mortal man with more flaws than bones, shackled to a fantasy of his own nightmare making. — V. Theia

Lawless stood off to the side, one black boot resting to the wall, the same shade of long coat hanging down by his ankles, his shaved head and ink along his neck giving the only impression needed, he was a mean bastard when he had to be.
He was flipping a silver coin along the backs of his knuckles like he was out for the day and enjoying himself.
Crazy fucker was juiced just waiting for the call to the plate, his bag of tricks sitting at his feet as though he'd brought his gym clothes to work. There was nothing in that bag made for fun, not if you were on the receiving end anyway.
Lawless always had a lot of fun using his tools. — V. Theia

Rider thought she looked possessed and fucking beautiful.
Finally, he understood why she'd needed to do this.
Take your power back, baby. His fucking girl. Fuck. Rider might be in awe of her inner strength. She had a gorgeous monster inside of her. — V. Theia

Hawk's belly sunk hollow, black and empty, much like his chest that corroded desire into something nasty and wrong. Hawk paced until his knees creaked, glaring down at his phone like he could reach through and touch what he was forbidden to want. — V. Theia

There was some biblical irony in that somewhere only Mary Magdalene would understand hitting above her weight grade. — V. Theia

A narcissist, even in pretty packaging, was still a self-serving bastard, the pretty face might fool for a moment, but the ugly truth deep down comes as a bigger blow, the narcissist wants to remain in control by keeping you confused, anxious, scared and apologetic. — V. Theia

He was less than the dirt beneath those princess shoes. He'd always known it and still ... his c*ck turned to steel thinking of the smile she sent him. She was a torturer in a tiara. — V. Theia

He wasn't good. He was a goddamn cruel bastard. — V. Theia

Don't you feel it, beautiful, when we touch, doesn't it shift something in you? — V. Theia

Too far down that rabbit hole, wrapped in an unhealthy addiction, — V. Theia

Any punishment was his catnip.
The evil fucker was a sadistic freak who preyed on the weak foraging out their flaws like a pig with truffles and flicking at them until they broke apart. — V. Theia

I'm fucking stupid in love with you. I know you're scared, but I'll work with that, I'll build everything around what you want. I want you to choose me. Choose us. Take a fucking chance on the unknown for once in your life and trust I'm there with you, that I will never hurt you in any way you expect from people and I'll always do my best for us. You are not alone. I'd never leave you alone. I'm fucking crazy in love with you, so fucking crazy it drives me mad wanting you to choose me back, I'd chase you to the goddamn end of the world, that's how much I want you. — V. Theia

Hope was a weak rebellion not meant for the likes of him. — V. Theia

It's the narcissist's way of maintaining control of the twisted situation he conducted in his environment.
Narcissists thrive when attempting to make people crazy. It's called psychological warfare. — V. Theia

Some ties were hard to break, harder to severe, devastating to forget. — V. Theia

He was a drug, and she needed a fix, a huge fix.
A very lengthy fix. — V. Theia

Her life was one giant clusterfuck of crazy, she was the epicenter, and no matter what she did to outrun her own personally designed hurricane there it was sweeping her off to Oz. — V. Theia

He would have chucked her back into the pond otherwise. Bad fish, he didn't do them young. He was a fucking deviant, not a monster. — V. Theia

Dangerous when he wanted to invade her personal space like he had the right to without fucking regard for if she wanted him there. — V. Theia

Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings? — V. Theia

Love was a bitch because it shackled you as hard as steel cuffs, leaving you gasping and hollow for any connection. — V. Theia

Florence Nightendick — V. Theia

His strut reminded her of a smiling serial killer, oh yeah, he'd kill you, but boy, he'd have lovely manners while he did it. — V. Theia

Hope was right below wishful thinking and above a rain fucking dance. — V. Theia

She was imprinted on his soul, somehow it had happened, she'd just sneaked in there and made herself at home. — V. Theia

This woman.
The one right in front of him making keen moaning noises.
He wanted her so fucking badly.
All the time. She was a thirst in his throat, and goddamn, most of the time he thought he was stroking out, what with his heart thumping when she laughed. She made him work hard to get her smiles, so her laugh... fuck... golden. — V. Theia

She was brand new and he was death. — V. Theia

His touch was heaven.
And he looked like sex and secrets. — V. Theia

He was just your average biker in blue denim jeans, thick-soled boots and a long-sleeved shirt underneath the leather jacket, nothing special she tried to reason with her clutching ovaries, little traitorous bastards. — V. Theia

He thought he could hate her.
That little bit of a thing had gotten under his asshole skin a long time ago when he hadn't been decent and wouldn't get the fuck out.
He didn't want to feel.
He didn't want to feel her.
Only he did.
In all the filthy ways he could think of to mess that little bit of a girl up. — V. Theia

It had been impossible to get away from her own darkness. Or so she thought.
Here she was basking in the light of a beautiful bad man. — V. Theia

The devil couldn't walk into a holy house and not expect a few flames. — V. Theia

Fear was a wicked monster clinging to every insecurity, whispering the harshest things.
And salvation could also be dirty. — V. Theia

Never taunt the devil, because the devil will show you what he had, pitchfork in hand. The devil was such a showboater, and Preacher was even worse. — V. Theia

His smile was sexual. Devious and tempting.

Not tonight, Satan. — V. Theia

Hawk always smiled when he broke bones, he said he liked the sound they made, but who could hear a bone cracking when the recipient was too busy screaming his fucking head off. — V. Theia

You're everythin' I want, Icy. Believe it, you're it for me, for the long haul, my old lady, want you on the back of my bike squeezin' me with your legs, holdin' my waist, I wanna fuck you every night, make you feel good, have you screamin' my name, wanna see that smile and know it's just for me 'cause I make you happy. I want every last thing from you and to give you more back, you and me every day. Need you to know this goin' in, where my heads at. It's you. — V. Theia

She infested his mind, thoughts of worshipping her in dark ways, her laugh would be his reward, her screams his payment for a man worthy of being in her fucking presence and not dying of overexposure to all that goodness. — V. Theia

Dontcha mean you wanna get your eyes all over your girl, what's it been, an hour since ya seen her? Ah, can't beat young love, son. Enjoy it while it lasts, then they all turn into my old lady with the nagging. But..I still get a boner every time I see my Helen. — V. Theia

Emotional cutters cut where it caused the deepest wound. — V. Theia

His little bit of a thing was an addiction he shared with no one. — V. Theia