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“I’m going to kill you,” he gritted out, little more than a growl. “If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her - I’m going to fucking kill you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“Did you… Did you just kiss me?” He sounded puzzled, and maybe a little out of breath. His lips were full and plump and… God. Kissed. There was simply no way Olive could get away with denying what she had just done.
Still, it was worth a try.
“Nope.”
Surprisingly, it seemed to work.
“Ah. Okay, then.” Carlsen nodded and turned around, looking vaguely disoriented. He took a couple of steps down the hallway, reached the water fountain - maybe where he’d headed in the first place.
Olive was starting to believe that she might actually be off the hook when he halted and turned back with a skeptical expression.
“Are you sure?”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“I'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“You put in expired contacts?” He sounded personally offended
“Just a little expired.”
“What’s ‘a little’?”
“I don’t know. A few years?”
“What?” His consonants were sharp and precise. Crisp. Pleasant.
“Only a couple, I think.”
“Just a couple of years?”
“It’s okay. Expiration dates are for the weak.”
A sharp sound - some kind of snort. “Expiration dates are so I don’t find you weeping in the corner of my bathroom.”
Unless this dude was Mr. Stanford himself, he really needed to stop calling it his bathroom.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“She sighed. “ ‘Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.’ ” “More than that, if possible. Since there is absolutely nothing mediocre about you.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“You mean you’ve done this before?”
She frowned. “Done what?”
“Put in expired contacts.”
“Of course. Contacts are not cheap.”
“Neither are eyes.”
Humph. Good point.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“Her heart may be broken, but her brain was doing just fine.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“I've never been surer of anything. Except maybe cell theory.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“Books were, and always would be, something a little magic and something to respect.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I've had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations.
Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are schredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you're in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You're consumed, and it scares you.
Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game - and you háve to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“I want to know what’s going on in your brain. I want to juice your head like a lemon.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“It's a corporate truth universally acknowledged that workers would rather eat rat skeletons than participate in group activities.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“All I want to do is kiss you until I fall asleep. I want to slide in between your sheets, and find out what goes on inside your head, and underneath your clothes. I want to make a fool of myself over you.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“When you get so little of someone, you take what you can get.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“What are you imagining? Your expression is filthy.”

“Strangling you. Bare hands.” I can barely get the words out. I’m huskier than a phone-sex operator after a double shift.

“So that’s your kink.” His eyes are going dark.

“Only where you’re concerned.”

Both his eyebrows ratchet up, and he opens his mouth as his eyes go completely black, but he does not seem to be able to say a word.

It is wonderful.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“I’m probably not good at a lot of things, but I will try to be”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

“If her body is the epitome of fuckable, then her face is the type poets write sonnets about.”
― Veronica Lancet, Frivolous

“I don't care who you fuck," she continues, trying to regain the strength in her voice. "As long as it's not me," she adds cheekily.
"But that's just the issue, Gianna. You are the only one I'll be fucking. I don't care about other women. I don't even see other women," I tell her honestly. The truth is that she's bewitched me, awakening sensations in me I'd never experienced before.”
― Veronica Lancet, Frivolous

“Because it's the only thing that's mine," she raises her finger to her forehead. "This," she taps her temple, "is the only thing that no one can take away from me.”
― Veronica Lancet, Frivolous

“He makes me feel like my body is my own again.”
― Veronica Lancet, Frivolous

“There’s a certain high you get from fooling the world into thinking you’re the lamb instead of the rabid wolf.”
― S.T. Abby, Sidetracked

“He doesn’t love me like I love him,” I say hoarsely. “I love him enough to burn the world to the ground in his name.”
― S.T. Abby, Paint It All Red

“I’ll never just bend over and take it, SSA Bennett. Unless I’m bending over for you, of course.”
― S.T. Abby, All the Lies

“If hatred didn't exist, love wouldn't either, for one is formed by the other.”
― S.T. Abby, Paint It All Red