V. P. Singh Quotes

Hawke's gaze was so innocent, Andrew knew it was pure bullshit

No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.

Sophia got up, taking one last look at the extraordinary daughter Councilor Nikita Duncan had borne.

You're not a restful individual to be around" Ashaya to Dorian

Illium says that perhaps I can use them to flutter someone to death. - Aodhan to Jason, Archangel's Storm

Obviously, I need to study princesses further.

I have so much love inside me, Jason. So much. And I have never been allowed to shower it on anyone - no one wanted it. Let me stretch the wings of my heart with you.

I swear to God, if I get shot again, Indigo will strangle me.

Content in a way he’d rarely been before Mercy, he simply stroked her until she purred. It delighted him as it always did. “I made you purr.” A lazy yawn. “I’m faking it.

I tell you I'm dangerous and you want to put knives near me?" - Vaughn to Faith

But sometimes, that depth of need—to save, to protect—can become a blinding fervor, one that destroys the very thing it thinks to safeguard.

Fathers and mothers,” she found herself saying, “leave their mark, no matter if we’ve known them a lifetime or only a day.

Remember that,” he groaned. “And tell everyone you know.

And he realized... that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.

Most of those men don’t want to sleep with you,” he said in blunt rebuttal. “I reserve the right to introduce my fist to the faces of the ones who do.

Honor?” “Yes.” “I’m going to do things to you now that a good girl definitely shouldn’t let a man do to her.

Tell her we don’t bite.” “I don’t lie to my friends.

Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.

There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)

God, you’re sexy when you talk Psy.

I need a Stetson, so I can ride you like a cowgirl" - Mercy to Riley

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. “You’ll be the death of me, Elena.” She smiled. “You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.

So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.

You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.

Somehow the idea of Montgomery as a fairy doesn't have the same effect on me as it appears to have on you. -Raphael

Sara held up a hand. 'How exactly did you "decline" his offer?' 'By slitting his throat.

Are your eyelashes like your hair?” “Yes. They’re very beautiful—want to see?” Her lips twitched. “Vanity is a sin,Bluebell.” “When you have it, flaunt it, I say.” -Elena and Illium

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

Sometimes he hated that voice in his brain, the one that slapped him upside the head anytime he got too stupid. Funny, it happened a lot with Sienna.

How long have you been with Raphael?” “You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.” “What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.” -Venom and Elena

Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.

This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.

You don't fear me," he said now. She wasn't stupid enough to lie. "I'm petrified. But I figure you didn't make me come all this way just so you could push me off the roof.

If I were to splay you out on my desk and thrust my fingers into you right now, I think I’d find different.

You do realize this makes your wings even more unique." "Are you saying you shot me as a cosmetic procedure?

Option 1: Attempt to back out. Probable result: Death after painful torture. Option 2: Do the job and hope. Probable result: Death but probably no torture (good)

Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.

I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?

He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?” “Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.

"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

Do you have no sense of self-preservation?

Am I too early?" "No. He's waiting for you." The smile faded, to be replaced by a slightly disappointed expression. "I thought you'd be . . . scarier.

Surely you’re not going to practice discretion now?

As an example of wealth, good taste, and subtle intimidation, it took first prize.

Come make me sticky. Dimitri to Honor

After they were both done, the pile of knives and guns on the coffee table looked like they’d cleaned out an armory. “I think we have a problem, Dmitri.

Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.

Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?” “Once.” He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. “I married her.