Quotes by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Listen to me, Ember. I couldn’t hurt you. I can’t.” Hayden settled his eyes on me. They were softer than I’d ever seen. “I love you— I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you.

Don’t ever touch her again,” Hayden growled.Kurt looked up, eyes wide. “Are you threatening me— over her? I’m like your brother, Hayden!” “Not anymore.

Em, you have a soul.”“How can you be so sure of that, Hayden? How many people die and come back?”“No one dies and comes back. You did because of your sister, and you have a gift. Maybe that played a role in your coming back, but you have a soul. You aren’t evil. There’s nothing you can say that will make me think that.” I looked up and our gazes locked. “And there’s nothing you can say to make me feel differently.” He lowered his eyes. Thick lashes fanned his cheeks. “I know you do, because I wouldn’t want to… to kiss you if you didn’t have a soul.” I froze.“You… you want to kiss me?

Ember, he’s not going to—” I pushed off the car. “Please. Hayden, please don’t tell him. I’m all Olivia really has. Please.” My voice cracked, and I looked away, embarrassed. “She’s all I have.” Hayden made a soft noise deep in his throat. Then he clasped my elbows and pulled me right up against him. His arms carefully snaked around my waist, trapping me in a hug. It could have been the bunny. Hell, it could’ve been the last two years that suddenly made me want to stay in Hayden’s embrace. Surely— surely not the way his heat thawed the ice encasing my entire body. Or how hard his chest felt under the sweater… or how perfectly I fit against him. And he was a chivalrous type of guy. Right? He wanted to help me control my gift, as ridiculous as that sounded. Comfort— he offered comfort, and I needed to remember that. His arms around my waist made it hard, really hard to keep that in mind, though. “Okay.” Hayden’s breath stirred the hair around my ear. “Even though I think I should tell him, I won’t. But I will figure out who did this.

Ive always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect. His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. Its just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.

Look at the time. I tipped my chin toward the clock. Its past midnight. Its January second. You lost.For several moments he stared at the clock like it was an Arum he was about to blast into the next county and then his eyes found mine. Daemon smiled. No. I didnt lose. I still won.

At least I dont look like a Christmas tree.You look like the star atop the tree.

Theres always tomorrow. I followed him. Tomorrows not going to change anything.Well see.Theres nothing to see. Youre wasting your time.When it concerns you, its never a waste of my time, he replied.

Ill accept your apology on one condition. He folded his arms across his chest.Anything?You trust me.I cocked my head to the side. I trust you, Cam.No, you dont. He walked over to my small table and pulled out a chair. Have a seat.Sitting down, I tugged the hem of his shirt down as he headed back to the stove, putting the tiny skillet over the burner.If you trusted me, you wouldnt have reacted the way you did, he simply said, cracking an egg. And thats not me judging you or any of that kind of shit. You got to trust me that Im not going to be an ass or freak out over that kind of stuff. You have to trust that I care enough about you.

Goodness, I was already a dork most of the times. I didnt need to be a drunk or high dork.

I don’t want to...be like this,” I whispered as I looked away, and once I said it, I didn’t even want to take the words back. A weird sensation hit me, almost like...like relief. That didn’t make sense. Or did it? “I don’t like who I am.”My gaze returned to his, and the concern was still there, filling his hazel eyes and thinning out his mouth. Tears crawled up the back of my throat. Humiliating actually, to admit something so intimate like that, but now I wasn’t the only one who knew this about myself. It wasn’t my secret.“It’s okay. You’re not going to feel that way forever.” Rider smoothed his thumb along my jaw. I closed my eyes, wanting to believe him. Needing to. He kept his voice low as he spoke. “Nothing lasts forever, Mouse.

A.Coward, he repeated, and I briefly considered picking up the vase in the center of the island and throwing it at him.Not making a choice is the cowards way out. You love both of them. I get that. But you dont feel the same kind of love for both of them, and the sooner you accept that the better.

It had always been Roth; from the moment he swaggered into that d- alley, where Id been unsuccessfully fighting off a demon, it had been him for me. Maybe Id been too blind to see that after he returned from the pits. Maybe I had been too angry with him after the way he initially acted.

But I wasnt done. Staring into eyes that were as bright and beautiful than any tawny jewel, I said what I had never said before. And I said it with every ounce in my being behind it. I love you, Roth. My voice shook with emotion.Im in love with you.

You love Roth, he continued for me.Youre in love with him. My eyes met his bright blue ones.Yes, I whispered, my lower lip trembling.Its him. Its always been him.

Jealous is an ugly thing.

Actually, I was prone to random acts of stupidity. I considered it to be one of my talents.

A sudden damp coldness clung to the air around us. I lifted my head, eyeing the burnt orange sky. One drop of water fell, splashing off my cheek. Then the sky opened up, drenching us in cold rain within seconds.I sighed. Really, it has to rain?

How did you know I was different?” “You mean besides the obvious obsidian, the alien entourage, and the branch?” He laughed. “You’re full of electricity. See?” He reached between the seats and placed his hand over mine. Static crackled, jolting us both. Daemon grabbed Blake’s hand and threw it back at him. “I do not like you.

You dont apologise, (Deacon) said, pressing a kiss to my greasy head, unlocking best friend status.