“Trust is rarer than love.It's putting your fate, your happiness, your life in someone's hands. Hoping they keep it safe.”
―
Sophie Lark,
Brutal Prince
“An eternity of boredom sounds worse than death. And heaven sounds pretty fucking boring.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“I can’t believe this. I’m marrying a child. And not a normal child—a demon hellspawn, like Chucky, or the Children of the Corn . . .” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“If you EVER talk to my wife like that again, I’ll empty that clip in your chest.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“I love this woman. The day she set my house on fire was the luckiest day of my life. It truly is the luck of the Irish: perverse. Inexplicable. And utterly fantastic. “Do you forgive me for losing it in the first place?” she asks me, slipping her slim little hand into mine. “I shouldn’t tell you how much you could get away with, Aida,” I say, shaking my head. “But you already know that I’d forgive anything you do.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“Calm water doesn’t need more water—you need wind to move your sail.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“She’s more twisted than I ever dared dream.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“I see her, and she sees me. I was death, and she was life.” ― Sophie Lark, Stolen Heir
“Absolutely I do. He disrespected you. Put his hands on you. I’d kill him for much less.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“She fucked on that painting, and then she hung it on my wall. I’m struck anew by the absolute insanity of this girl. I admire her audacity. While planning how I’ll punish her for it.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“You’re mine, Aida,” Callum growls in my ear. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“not all of us were drawn to Prince Charming. Some little girls ate up the stories of ball gowns and castles and knights who slayed the dragon . . . While some little girls read the stories of a dark pathway into the woods . . . a twisted mansion with black windows and fog covering the grounds . . . That’s where we wanted to go. No matter what we might find inside . . .” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“I’ve never been one for grand romantic gestures, but even under the most liberal interpretations, I don’t think waterboarding counts as foreplay.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“I don’t want to think about anything in my real life. That’s what books are for. To take you away . . .” ― Sophie Lark, The Heir
“Cal found me, just like he promised. It wasn’t my father, or my brothers. It was my husband. This man I didn’t even want. And now I can’t imagine being without him.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“Real power isn’t working the system. It’s running the system. Building it yourself” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“And I realize . . . she’s everything I dreamed of and more. More vengeful. More strategic. More effective. More fucked up.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“That’s a lie. I have tried it. All I learned is that no amount of submission is good enough for a man. You can roll over, show your belly, beg for mercy, and they’ll just keep hitting you. Because the very act of breathing is rebellious in the eyes of an angry male.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“An eternity of boredom sounds worse than death. And heaven sounds pretty fucking boring.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“I can’t believe this. I’m marrying a child. And not a normal child—a demon hellspawn, like Chucky, or the Children of the Corn . . .” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“If you EVER talk to my wife like that again, I’ll empty that clip in your chest.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“I love this woman. The day she set my house on fire was the luckiest day of my life. It truly is the luck of the Irish: perverse. Inexplicable. And utterly fantastic. “Do you forgive me for losing it in the first place?” she asks me, slipping her slim little hand into mine. “I shouldn’t tell you how much you could get away with, Aida,” I say, shaking my head. “But you already know that I’d forgive anything you do.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“Calm water doesn’t need more water—you need wind to move your sail.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“She’s more twisted than I ever dared dream.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“I see her, and she sees me. I was death, and she was life.” ― Sophie Lark, Stolen Heir
“Absolutely I do. He disrespected you. Put his hands on you. I’d kill him for much less.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“She fucked on that painting, and then she hung it on my wall. I’m struck anew by the absolute insanity of this girl. I admire her audacity. While planning how I’ll punish her for it.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“You’re mine, Aida,” Callum growls in my ear. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“not all of us were drawn to Prince Charming. Some little girls ate up the stories of ball gowns and castles and knights who slayed the dragon . . . While some little girls read the stories of a dark pathway into the woods . . . a twisted mansion with black windows and fog covering the grounds . . . That’s where we wanted to go. No matter what we might find inside . . .” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“I’ve never been one for grand romantic gestures, but even under the most liberal interpretations, I don’t think waterboarding counts as foreplay.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“I don’t want to think about anything in my real life. That’s what books are for. To take you away . . .” ― Sophie Lark, The Heir
“Cal found me, just like he promised. It wasn’t my father, or my brothers. It was my husband. This man I didn’t even want. And now I can’t imagine being without him.” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“Real power isn’t working the system. It’s running the system. Building it yourself” ― Sophie Lark, Brutal Prince
“And I realize . . . she’s everything I dreamed of and more. More vengeful. More strategic. More effective. More fucked up.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
“That’s a lie. I have tried it. All I learned is that no amount of submission is good enough for a man. You can roll over, show your belly, beg for mercy, and they’ll just keep hitting you. Because the very act of breathing is rebellious in the eyes of an angry male.” ― Sophie Lark, There Are No Saints
