Plier Quotes

“There’s a lot of dancing going on around here. Dancing around secrets, dancing around issues, and dancing at the end of your silky little strings.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Roses are red, violets are blue, try to kiss me and I will actually kill you.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“She stared down at it, completely at a loss. She wasn’t in love, so how could she write a love letter? With a quiet groan, she put the pen to paper and scrawled out something lame. Roses are red, violets are blue, try to kiss me and I will actually kill you.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Don’t drink the punch,” Isobel advised, tugging her arm to get her moving in a different direction. “It’s horrible. And very alcoholic.” “Ah.” Eve chuckled. “That explains the enthusiastic hug.” “I could be a hugger.” Isobel pushed out her lower lip.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Actually,” he added. “Reed and Spade have met people, too. It looks like things are heading in the right direction.” Another weird jolt ran through her, and it took her a good, long moment to realise all the weird sensations didn’t belong to her. Some of them belonged to him.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Gabriel Spade didn’t like when things surprised him.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“it’s also in my heart to get her expelled. Or to ignore her completely. We could stay just close enough that she doesn’t get hyperthermia and die, but she might have to put up with a little light hay fever or something.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“And she has a nice voice. It’s light as air and kind of husky. If she sounds that nice talking, I imagine she could sound good enough singing.”

“Is there anyone else we need to worry about?” The words were out of Mikel’s mouth before he could stop them, because Gabriel complimenting anyone was a red flag. He tried not to look at anyone in particular. “Anyone other than Theo, I mean.” “

No,” Moses scoffed.

“No,” Cian said, that disturbed look back on his face.

“No,”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Carter?” This time it was Sato. He swore darkly. “Again? Seriously, this fucking girl.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Well, Ashford told me to get him a present, and I asked what he liked and he said sunrises and bad coffee—”

“Strong coffee”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“He liked to dance across a line, but he had no intention of crossing it.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“She bowed, just like the Sigmas were taught to—but she refused to break.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Is this a collaboration? I promised Eve she would be my first.”

“Pretty sure Moses was your first. Better let her down gently.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“I think he’s just a really nice guy.”

“Uh-oh.” Eve chuckled, winding spaghetti around her fork. “It’s always the nice Alphas you have to be suspicious of—haven’t you heard?”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Isobel: Got water on my phone.

Spade: You better not be back in the fucking lake.

Isobel: The shower.

Spade: Alone?

Isobel: …

Spade: What?

Isobel: Why would you ask that?

Spade: To gather information.

Isobel: Why?

Spade: …

Isobel: What?”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“I think I need to add a sensor to her door,” Elijah added, striding off toward the fitness centre. They were already late for their scheduled practice time, so

Gabriel followed with an agitated snap to each step. “That sounds like getting involved.”

“Not if I hook it up to Oscar’s phone.”

“That sounds downright danger—actually, that’s brilliant.”

“I know.”

“He’ll be so annoyed, and you know what happens when he gets annoyed.”

“I know.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“I’m happy alone,” he told her. “If you ruin that happiness, I’ll fucking ruin yours.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Why are you helping me?” she asked quietly.

“Because Oscar is here,” he responded automatically. “And he’s one of us. The real question is why is he helping you?”

She nibbled on her lip. “Out of the goodness of his heart?”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Her breath tasted like the awful punch he had made”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Everything they did seemed so deliberate, like they weren’t just playing the Ironside game. They were playing a different game, with different stakes, against everyone else there … except they were the only ones who knew about it. Which meant the rest of them were destined to lose.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Theodore, Reed, Spade, Ashford, and Niko were standing at the other side of the lake, already half naked. Kilian jogged up to join them, pulling his shirt over his head.
This time next week, the Ironside fans were going to have an aneurism.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Who’s your friend writing to?” Kilian asked. “She’s covered both sides of the paper.” I

sobel laughed. “You.”

“Me?” He touched his chest, turning backwards to face her as he pushed open the door with his shoulder. “How touching. And unsurprising.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Weren’t we supposed to be serving food?” Theodore suddenly asked, standing up from his chair. “Who was in charge of that?”

“Moses,” Reed said, his smile sharp. “Did none of you idiots think it was strange he volunteered to do everything? I don’t even want to see what he deemed worthy for us to eat.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Is this weird?”

“Is it more or less weird than me manhandling your underwear?” he asked.

“We can’t use you manhandling my underwear as a gauge for our entire friendship.” His pillowy lips quirked.

“Is it more or less weird than you getting almost naked half a foot away without so much as a warning?”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Cheers,” he muttered, knocking his cup against hers. “This Valentine’s Day punch is awful. Who the fuck made it?”

“Moses did.” Reed sighed. “I think he was trying to poison us.”

“His mission was successful.” Ashford frowned into his cup. “Where are our problem children anyway?”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“She’s fine, Kil.” Cian wrapped his arm around the other boy again. “She’s going to be okay. And so are you. You won’t be completing the bond, and it can’t force you to feel anything. It might make you think about her a lot and want to be near her and all the other wacky side effects, but it can never change what’s in your heart.”

“Murder is in my heart,” Oscar pointed out. “You’re all making me change that.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“If they thought she was actually trying to win the game, then they would be her competition, out of the Alphas.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Niko, whose head was cocked to the side, one hand tucking the wavy strands of his hair behind his ears. He had bleached it at the start of the year and it was now several shades lighter than the light honey tint of his skin. His well-shaped brows jumped up, like he was challenging her about something, but the smile on his lips was easy and light. It was a mask. She had seen it on the show a thousand times. Nobody ever got past the social mask Niko Hart put on.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Mikel Easton was slighter than the giant standing next to him, but he looked rougher, meaner, those scars mottling his face. His sharp features, strong nose, and clean, arched brows might have made him handsome, but all of it was tagged by jagged white lines. People online were calling him ugly, saying that even his hair looked like dark blood, though Isobel didn’t agree. It was mostly a rich dark brown, but there were a few russet tinges. She couldn’t discern the black splotches in his blue eyes from so far away, but his sharp gaze was unmistakable.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Kalen West, on the other hand, was huge. His face was broad and chiselled, his dark mahogany hair cropped short, containing the hint of a curl against his collar. He had yellow-amber eyes, like gems, like the eyes of a tiger.”
― Jane Washington, Plier