His Death Bringer Quotes

“you’re mine. Understood? No one hurts you. No one messes with you. If anyone does, you tell me immediately, and they’re dead.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer

“Have me, Angel. Take me in your wings and show me happiness. Please.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer

“I will kill you. Slowly. Painfully. You’re worried about what-ifs while a monster is sitting in front of you.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer

“Luca, you’re already getting… too attached.” “And why shouldn’t I be? You’re mine, and I’m yours. Of course, I’m attached to you. You will eventually get attached to me, too. You’ll see.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer

“If I find out they sold him or gave up on him because they didn’t care, they’re going to physically feel how much that pisses me off.” “Oooh, I like it when you get all protective caveman.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer

“I’m not afraid of you. I feel safe and cared for. You wrap me in your dangerous, dark angel wings, and hold on tight, even if you’re a little afraid of me, too.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer

“But love is when you’re willing to die for that person. To suffer for them. To give all of yourself. And they feel the same. When you touch, goosebumps travel along your skin, and your heart races. Your stomach turns and twists with a hunger only your heart understands. And you’re willing to compromise your very being to keep them happy.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer

“For years, I called up to the skies for help with no answer until God finally delivered my dark angel. He was my Michael, sent from the heavens to slay my enemies. I didn’t care which angel was sent as long as I was free from my demons. He punched through my hell with guns blazing, slaying every one of my tormentors, and I knew he was there just for me.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer

“Generally, my bosses, who handed me the jobs, did so only on the condition that the men we took out served no purpose for society. They were degenerates, evil incarnate, the lowest of the low.”
― Courtney W. Dixon, His Death Bringer