“Once upon a time there was a wicked witch and her name wasLilithEveHagarJezebelDelilahPandoraJahiTamarand there was a wicked witch and she was also called goddess and her name wasKaliFatimaArtemisHeraIsisMaryIshtarand there was a wicked witch and she was also called queen and her name wasBathshebaVashtiCleopatraHelenSalomeElizabethClytemnestraMedeaand there was a wicked witch and she was also called witch and her name wasJoanCirceMorgan le FayTiamatMaria LeonzaMedusaand they had this in common: that they were feared, hated, desired, and worshiped.”
―
Andrea Dworkin,
Woman Hating
“What brings joy should never be embarrassing” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“Do you truly feel that she is worth your wings?”He smiled. “What good are my wings, friend, when I can hold theworld in my arms?” ― Elizabeth Morgan, The Collector
“And he’s right: I am too much. I am too much for him because he always should have deserved less.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“What are friends for, but to help each other get through bad times and have multiple orgasms?” ― Elizabeth Morgan, Creak
“My sister taught me many things, but the most important was one she showed me rather than told me: never to let the assholes see you fall apart.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“Your own experience is not less because mine was more.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“To all the girls who knew Elle was always too good for Warner. And for all the girls who were told they were “too much.” Let him go find less.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“I want you both." I said quietly, not caring that my cheeks had grown warmer. "I have for a while.""If we try this—" Tyler took a deep breath. "And it doesn't feel right—""We'll stop." Kacey promised as he slid his hand beneath my halter neck and began caressing my skin. "You say it baby, and we'll stop and forget all about it."My stomach flipped at the feel of his fingers circling my navel. "And if I don't want to stop?"An unreadable look crossed Tyler’s face and my heart skipped as Kacey moved behind me. The warmth of his body seeped into my back, while his fingers painted trails of heat across my abdomen and along my ribs."Then what happens in Silver Creek, stays in Silver Creek. Unless you decide otherwise." Kacey pressed his lips to my ear. A shiver ran down my neck and spine. "Does that sound fair?” ― Elizabeth Morgan, Creak
“Ah, the ancient language of sarcasm. How it suits you.""Why thank you, petal. It is one of my many talents, and I happen to be fluent in the language." I dazzled him with my smile."You need to give me a manly nickname.""You haven't given me any reason to give you one yet.""That's harsh.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, She-Wolf
“Why did you choose to save me?”“I could not let you die.” He placed the plate and glass on the kitchen counter.“But you have let goodness knows how many people die. Why me?”“You made me...” He leaned against the counter and looked at her. “You made me…feel.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, The Collector
“To the Swifties who found themselves somewhere between the bridge and the chorus and let that shape how they see love and life. Long Live.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, The Playlist
“You of all people know how hard it is to trust. Especially when the world we live in is not the one humans are aware of. Trust must be earned, and the way to earn it is to prove you deserve it.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, Cranberry Blood
“She made a slow turn as she loosened her ponytail and shook her head; her hair streamed down her back like a glossy black waterfall. She finished her spin. Her focus landed on me, and the air caught in my throat. My Wolf stirred.Clare.Her body went rigid; her sultry gaze hardened as she stared at me.Clare Walker. I'd know those moonlit eyes anywhere.She ran and grabbed hold of the stage right pole. Her feet left the floor as she wrapped her legs around the brass and spun.What in god's name is she doing working in a fucking strip club?” ― Elizabeth Morgan, She-Wolf
“No, I’m not shy." I folded my arms across my shell-covered chest. The press of the hard material against my sensitive nipples caused my core to tighten. “But I usually have to buy a girl a couple of drinks in order to be treated to a show like that.”She turned to look at me, the fringe on her dress swaying with her movement. A thin eyebrow arched, her cherry lips pulled into a dazzling smile. “Well.” The intensity locked in her bright eyes as her green gaze moved from my head to my toes and back again made my entire body tingle. “I guess you owe me a drink, Meghan.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, On The Rocks
“When we turn left, he switches sides, making sure he’s on the side of the street and I’m toward the buildings.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“What happened to the days of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress?" Not that I could envisage Heather as a damsel in distress."Those days are long gone, Brendan. Nowadays, the damsel takes care of herself, and on occasion she might even rescue the hero, if she feels he deserves it.""I'm screwed, then.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, Cranberry Blood
“He moved closer to her. “You did not have to get me anything. The fact that you did means I have been in your thoughts. I am thankful for that.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, The Collector
“Realizing that you survived on scraps of affection and convinced yourself it was a whole meal can be the most eye-opening, humbling experience in the world.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“What brings joy should never be embarrassing” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“Do you truly feel that she is worth your wings?”He smiled. “What good are my wings, friend, when I can hold theworld in my arms?” ― Elizabeth Morgan, The Collector
“And he’s right: I am too much. I am too much for him because he always should have deserved less.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“What are friends for, but to help each other get through bad times and have multiple orgasms?” ― Elizabeth Morgan, Creak
“My sister taught me many things, but the most important was one she showed me rather than told me: never to let the assholes see you fall apart.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“Your own experience is not less because mine was more.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“To all the girls who knew Elle was always too good for Warner. And for all the girls who were told they were “too much.” Let him go find less.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“I want you both." I said quietly, not caring that my cheeks had grown warmer. "I have for a while.""If we try this—" Tyler took a deep breath. "And it doesn't feel right—""We'll stop." Kacey promised as he slid his hand beneath my halter neck and began caressing my skin. "You say it baby, and we'll stop and forget all about it."My stomach flipped at the feel of his fingers circling my navel. "And if I don't want to stop?"An unreadable look crossed Tyler’s face and my heart skipped as Kacey moved behind me. The warmth of his body seeped into my back, while his fingers painted trails of heat across my abdomen and along my ribs."Then what happens in Silver Creek, stays in Silver Creek. Unless you decide otherwise." Kacey pressed his lips to my ear. A shiver ran down my neck and spine. "Does that sound fair?” ― Elizabeth Morgan, Creak
“Ah, the ancient language of sarcasm. How it suits you.""Why thank you, petal. It is one of my many talents, and I happen to be fluent in the language." I dazzled him with my smile."You need to give me a manly nickname.""You haven't given me any reason to give you one yet.""That's harsh.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, She-Wolf
“Why did you choose to save me?”“I could not let you die.” He placed the plate and glass on the kitchen counter.“But you have let goodness knows how many people die. Why me?”“You made me...” He leaned against the counter and looked at her. “You made me…feel.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, The Collector
“To the Swifties who found themselves somewhere between the bridge and the chorus and let that shape how they see love and life. Long Live.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, The Playlist
“You of all people know how hard it is to trust. Especially when the world we live in is not the one humans are aware of. Trust must be earned, and the way to earn it is to prove you deserve it.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, Cranberry Blood
“She made a slow turn as she loosened her ponytail and shook her head; her hair streamed down her back like a glossy black waterfall. She finished her spin. Her focus landed on me, and the air caught in my throat. My Wolf stirred.Clare.Her body went rigid; her sultry gaze hardened as she stared at me.Clare Walker. I'd know those moonlit eyes anywhere.She ran and grabbed hold of the stage right pole. Her feet left the floor as she wrapped her legs around the brass and spun.What in god's name is she doing working in a fucking strip club?” ― Elizabeth Morgan, She-Wolf
“No, I’m not shy." I folded my arms across my shell-covered chest. The press of the hard material against my sensitive nipples caused my core to tighten. “But I usually have to buy a girl a couple of drinks in order to be treated to a show like that.”She turned to look at me, the fringe on her dress swaying with her movement. A thin eyebrow arched, her cherry lips pulled into a dazzling smile. “Well.” The intensity locked in her bright eyes as her green gaze moved from my head to my toes and back again made my entire body tingle. “I guess you owe me a drink, Meghan.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, On The Rocks
“When we turn left, he switches sides, making sure he’s on the side of the street and I’m toward the buildings.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
“What happened to the days of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress?" Not that I could envisage Heather as a damsel in distress."Those days are long gone, Brendan. Nowadays, the damsel takes care of herself, and on occasion she might even rescue the hero, if she feels he deserves it.""I'm screwed, then.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, Cranberry Blood
“He moved closer to her. “You did not have to get me anything. The fact that you did means I have been in your thoughts. I am thankful for that.” ― Elizabeth Morgan, The Collector
“Realizing that you survived on scraps of affection and convinced yourself it was a whole meal can be the most eye-opening, humbling experience in the world.” ― Morgan Elizabeth, Tis the Season for Revenge
