60 Quotes by Krista Ritchie

He reaches me and hold the back of my head, his lips brushing my ear. ‘No restraints. One-hundred-and-fifty miles per hour. You and me, sweetheart.

Don’t you ever fucking apologize for another guy’s offense.

My hothouse flower that I will always keep alive

What’s the point of speaking up when no one hears you?”It broke my heart.I stepped closer to her. “The fucking point is for people to understand that you have opinions, that your voice counts, and if they don’t hear you then yell louder

I don't want to drag myself down anymore.

You girls need to work on your fucking happy noises,” Ryke says angrily. “They shouldn’t sound like someone is being assaulted.

My mom was Sara Hale.My dad was Jonathan Hale.I was no one’s son.

Would you like a glass or are you still being obnoxious?

It’s like abusing a kid that’s been shit on his whole life. I’m not going to add to those bruises.