JasmineRov

“Because on your 18th birthday… I saw you as something else. Not just a girl I saved, but a woman, stunning, captivating. A mesmerizing beauty. You consumed me, piccolina. One look, and I was ruined. I had to have you.”

“You think this is love?” My voice wavers, but I push forward. “Love doesn’t look like this. It doesn’t destroy. It doesn’t-" “Love is power,” he cuts me off, his voice sharp as a blade. “Love is possession. It’s the right to claim, to protect, to punish.”

"When he turns, his gaze locks onto mine with an intensity that makes my stomach drop. It’s as if he can see straight through me, peeling back every layer, exposing every weakness, every fear I’ve tried to bury."

"Life is strange, isn't it? One moment, you feel the world at your feet; the next, you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole.  Emotions change not daily but moment by moment, just like our expectations and ideas."

"We are walking toward our doom, and Riccardo is not Mephisto who guides us through hell but Lucifer himself, who will drag us to hell.  And there will be no escape."

“What do you want from me, Riccardo?” “Want?” He repeats, his tone is dark and amused. “I already have everything I want, piccolina. You.”

"I glare at him with so much hatred and disgust that would tear any other normal human being. But Riccardo doesn’t flinch. If anything, the intensity in his eyes grows, like he’s savoring the hate, feeding off it."

“Are you trying to tempt me, piccolina?”   I bite my lip, my heart pounding as I keep my gaze locked on his. “Maybe.” 

"Heat goes to my groin at his words, and I hate how my body reacts to him.  He’s a psychopath, and yet I have this untameable desire towards him.  My heart burns in rage and hatred, yet my body burns for his touch and affection.  He’s everything I hate but everything I need at the same time."

"Awareness fills deep in my core as I realize Riccardo Ricci isn’t only a cold-blooded killer, he’s also a psychopathic and apathetic monster.  And I’m into a deep spider web with him."

"I hate him. I hate him more than anything I've hated before. But I also crave him."

"What do you want me to say, Riccardo? That I hate you. Because I do hate you more than anything." 

"I understand Mrs. Dalloway to some extent, how she's acutely aware of the situation she's in, her status in society, and her mental struggles. But what I don't understand is how she can be that aware of everything but still do nothing to change her fate.  She's felt relief with Septimus' suicide in a way only a broken one would understand."

"The anxiety starts crawling to my bones, and I keep reading the book to escape from reality."

"Harmony is the instrument that politicians and wealthy and influential people use to deceive people.  Whereas violence is honest and sincere, it never lies about its intentions."