262 Quotes About Dark-romance

My heart occasionally stuttered, out of sync, out of power—almost as if it recognised death and wanted to give in. I forced it to do the bare essentials, keeping me from a grave. I was in the coffin ready to be buried, but I wasn’t a corpse just yet.

My heart occasionally stuttered, out of sync, out of power—almost as if it recognised death and wanted to give in. I forced it to do the bare essentials,keeping me from a grave. I was in thecoffin ready to be buried, but I wasn’t a corpse just yet.

But if I was a miracle, then that came with certain obligations and privileges.Privileges I would call on in order to end them an who’d killed me. Obligations I meant to uphold now I was free. I’d returned from the dead. And I’d bring the wrath of hell toward my enemies.

Gli occhi di Rev erano fissi su di lei. Bui, tetri.Però c’era ancora un flash che accecava chi rimaneva lì a guardare e Sibylle era al momento accecata dalla piccola, debole luce che ancora intravedeva in mezzo a quell’oscurità densa, l’unica luce che dava a quegli occhi una certa parvenza umana.L’unico motivo che li facevano sembrare ancora vivi e non... morti.

«Rev, mi stai spaventando. Dimmi qualcosa, qualsiasi cosa. Ti prego». Era già sul punto di mettersi a piangere e lui non l’aveva ancora raggiunta.«Mi stai facendo diventare… debole».

I'm no longer the innocent girl he craved so badly. I'm darker than he is. Tainted beyond measure. Everything that happened to me has changed me. I can feel it, like a snake coiled around my neck, this numbness beckoning me into its dark depths, and I embrace it. I welcome it because it means I don't have to feel, and that allows me to survive.

I close my eyes, trying to take even breaths, trying not to panic. "I do love a fighter though." I feel him lean forward, his breath blowing over my face and making my stomach turn. "It makes it that much more satisfying when they break. I'm going to break you, little bird, and I'm going to make sure he sees it.

But YOU hurt me. You ripped my heart out and spat on it.” He grabbed the neck of her blouse and tore it open, then placed a hand on her heart and pushed her against the wall. “Do you have a heart in there or are you just a stone-cold bitch who enjoys screwing with people’s lives?" (Dante speaking to Beth).

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his visage a portrait of sex. (A description of Dante).