Burned Dreams Quotes

“then, I shift my aim lower until I’m zeroed in on the middle of his right hand. The hand that’s responsible for the bruises on Ravenna’s neck.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“Next time we go on one of your shopping sprees,” I say, glaring at her, “you’re buying a proper coat, or I’ll buy one for you. Understand?” The corners of her eyes twitch, and a small smile pulls at her lips. “Congratulations.” I furrow my brows. “For what?” “That was a beautiful, complex sentence. You’re doing great.” Her smile widens.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“Unexpected ferocious. Passion. Desire and beautiful madness. I crave her more than a condemned man wanting his next breath.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“I would never have allowed that. What I feel for you is greater than anything I’ve ever felt before, Ravenna. It’s like a beautiful blaze that consumes me, shining light on a darkness that has festered in my soul for so long. And I want to stay in this light forever if you’ll let me.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“Once we reach my bedroom, Alessandro sets me down on the bed, then walks to the foot of it and kneels on the floor. “What are you doing?” I blink at him in confusion. “Downstairs, that was me losing control.” He wraps his hand around my ankle and lifts my foot to his mouth, placing a kiss on my sole. “Close your eyes, Ravi baby.” I let my eyes flutter shut and concentrate on his lips trailing soft kisses up my lower leg. “And what is this?” I whisper. “This . . .” He moves to my other leg, kissing the arch of my foot there, too. “This is me worshipping you.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“If your husband still has his hand when he comes home,” he says in a deep, controlled voice, and a shudder ripples down my spine, “I’ll correct it immediately.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“Roco’s”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“repined”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“consciousness”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“How is it possible to want to kill a person, and feel the urge to protect them at the same time?”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“—Si tu marido aún tiene su mano cuando vuelva a casa —prosigue con voz profunda y controlada, y un escalofrío me recorre la espalda—, lo solucionaré inmediatamente.”
― Neva Altaj, Sueños quemados

“No te conformes con las cartas que te han tocado en la vida. A veces, tienes que ser tú quien las reparta.”
― Neva Altaj, Sueños quemados

“Yes. Even sweeter than in my fantasies. A forbidden fruit, sure to send me straight to Hades now that I’ve dared to taste it.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“I should have killed her the minute I set foot in this house. I haven’t. And now, I’m no longer capable of doing it.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“I shift my aim lower until I’m zeroed in on the middle of his right hand. The hand that’s responsible for the bruises on Ravenna’s neck. And I squeeze the trigger.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“What I feel for you is greater than anything I’ve ever felt before, Ravenna. It’s like a beautiful blaze that consumes me, shining light on a darkness that has festered in my soul for so long. And I want to stay in this light forever if you’ll let me.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“A few minutes later, I hear him approach again. Or maybe I just feel him. I’m still focused on the sky when something soft and fluffy lands on my back. I look down, staring at the edges of the blanket Alessandro placed around my shoulders, while the last rays of the setting sun sink behind the bare branches of the trees.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“When I saw Ravenna Pisano descending the stairs, however, I barely managed to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. I’ve seen several pictures of her, but they didn’t do her justice. There are beautiful women. And then . . . there’s her.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“I guess it’s true what they say, there’s nothing more blind or stupid than a woman in love.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“As I follow him out of the room, I wonder what the woman I’m going to kill looks like in person.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams

“It’s blasphemy. I’m kneeling on my dead husband’s desk, getting beautifully fucked by the man who killed him. Only steps away from the still-warm body of our foe.”
― Neva Altaj, Burned Dreams