759 Quotes by Becca Fitzpatrick

Tell her there’s this new club called civilization and you guys should join.

Vee scowled at him. She is famous for that scowl. It’s a look that does everything but audibly hiss.

He bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. “I loved you long before you loved me. It’s the only thing I have you beat at, and I’ll bring it up every chance I get.” His mouth pressed to my skin, took on a devilish curve. “Lets get out of here. I’m taking you back to my place, this time for good. We have unfinished business, and I think its time we do something about it.

What good is a body if I can’t have you?

What happened to Jules?” I said. “He’s been gone for a while.” “Yeah, maybe he fell in the toilet,” said Vee.

You never know what you’re going to have to face, so you’d better be prepared.

You belong to the biblical race of Nephilim. Your real father was an angel who fell from heaven. You’re half mortal.” The boy’s dark eyes lifted, meeting Chauncey’s. “Half fallen angel.” Chauncey’s tutor’s voice drifted up from the recesses of his mind, reading passages from the Bible, telling of a deviant race created when angels cast from heaven mated with mortal women. A fearsome and powerful race. A chill that wasn’t entirely revulsion crept through Chauncey. “Who are you?

Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “Swear you’ll never stop loving me,” I whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.

Doesn’t matter. It’s done. No use fantasizing other scenarios.