Little Stranger Quotes

“Please choose me. Nobody ever chooses me.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Because I can’t talk? Because I can’t tell you how fucking breathtaking you are every second of every day? Because I can’t breathe without being near you? Someone like me… I’m different—I can’t be normal for you. I can’t defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can’t touch you at the same time as telling you that you’re everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth and I can’t fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I’m defective.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Fucking sorry. That damn word echoes in my psyche—a curse that won’t fuck off.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Run, little stranger.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“No. You were mine when we were kids, and you’re mine now. You’ll always be mine.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“I watch him take the black one and write down one word that makes no sense. Mine.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Believe me or don’t, but you’re the only person in my life, and you always have been. And when you take your last breath, or I take mine, that won’t fucking change. You. Are. Mine. My goddamn property, do you understand?”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Sorry’s just a word to try to get out of something, to dodge trouble if you’ve been caught out. Sorry’s a five-letter disgrace that shouldn’t even need to be used. It should be abolished from the fucking dictionary.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Don’t silence me like that, he signs furiously. Don’t ever fucking silence me, Olivia.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“I like rough kisses that hurt.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“And I want to hear your voice while I’m bouncing all over your cock, big brother.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Malachi: Since you’re teaching me everything else, will you teach me how to say your name? I might fuck the pronunciation up a few times, but I want to know how to say it.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Malachi Vize—my new favorite mute psychopath—is waiting for you.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Please choose me. No one ever chooses me.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Stop saying that. We aren’t blood related. You aren’t my real sister, so what’s the goddamn problem?”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“The only girl I've ever imagined giving my heart to. It might be a little black and a little jagged around the edges and my mind might be a little wild, but she owns them. Olivia owns my mind, body and soul.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“She likes to be hunted and caught and fucked.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Naked. Exposed. Branded with my mouth and my initials burned into her, and little cuts from my knife. She looks perfect. She looks like mine.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Because I can’t breathe without being near you? Someone like me… I’m different—I can’t be normal for you. I can’t defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can’t touch you at the same time as telling you that you’re everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth and I can’t fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I’m defective.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Words like “missing you” and “I didn’t think it was possible to be without you, and now there’s a huge wall between us” and “will you visit me? I’m sorry for yelling at court” and my least favorite, a very dark time for me, “I’m not comfortable around these people. They call me a weirdo like the kids at school did because I won’t talk. Please don’t leave me in here,” yet she didn’t reply, even when my letters grew more desperate. No reply.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“He interrupted my meal—maybe now he’ll know better than to take away my food, the fucking asshole.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“But you are my sister. My dirty little sister who’s going to touch herself in front of me. Show your big brother what you sound like when you cum.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Fuck everyone in this car.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Angel?” My dad’s voice comes from the bottom of the stairs, and I somehow manage to perch on my elbows while Malachi bruises my thighs with his grip, sweat coating my skin as my dad stands with my discarded jeans in his hand, mortification all over his face. “Daddy?” I whisper, my eyes rolling, falling back as my spine tingles, my breasts turning tender as my brother keeps eating me out, despite my dad being present. He rushes up the stairs, stopping when he sees who’s destroying his baby girl’s pussy. “Malachi!” Dad grabs his shoulder and tries to pull him away from me, but my brother’s grip doesn’t falter; nor do the strokes of his tongue, and we’re both dragged across the floor while Dad tries to get him off me. My brother doesn’t stop, and my eyes close as my dad tries again. His mouth disconnects from my pussy, and I whimper from the loss, and the next thing, Malachi is being dragged off me, and Dad punches him. Malachi’s nose is bleeding when he stands up, gathering something in his mouth before he grabs Dad’s jaw and spits in his face. Your daughter tastes fucking delicious, he signs. Too bad she’s all mine.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“I shove at his chest again and again and again, until he snatches my wrists and pushes me into the wall. His mouth opens, as if he’s trying to say something, his lips shaping, no sound coming from them until he’s whispering, “Ol… Ol… N-N…”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“I want to know if anything was ever real for you. Any of it. If you tell me you love me, that I mean the world to you, then I’ll admit that I feel the exact same. Because I do, Malachi. I love you so much it hurts.” I shut off the voicemail, and step forward, my body shaking with rage.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Over the last year, Malachi has changed from a boy to a young man. For seventeen, he looks twenty with a chiseled jaw, long lashes, and bright, diamond-like blue eyes. He has muscles that are starting to become noticeable through his clothes, and he loves to run. He once signed to me that it helps clear his head.Sometimes, we run together. We’ll listen to the same song—usually Taylor Swift if I choose, or Bad Omens if he does—then we’ll sit by the lake and watch the sunrise before we go home and get ready for school.All my friends want to kiss him. He’s the quiet, mysterious Malachi Vize that everyone wants a piece of. It sickens me—especially when they go into detail in the group chat about things I’d rather not read. He’s not popular—he’s the “silent weirdo,” yet they say things behind his back because they’re too scared to say anything to his face.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Go kiss your future husband, little sister. And when you do, you better think about me and all the ways I'll fuck you in his blood.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“You’re mine, Malachi. You’re mine and I’m yours and I love you more than words can explain. Please forgive me. Please. I want you. I want to be with you, build a life with you, and make memories with you. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side. I want you to chase me through these woods and take me against a tree. I want everything you have to give. All of it. Everything. Because I choose you. I—” Malachi kisses me into silence. It’s a claiming kiss that takes my breath away. He grins against my lips. “I love you, Olivia.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger

“Me: Why do you want to hold my hand? Malachi: Do I need a reason? Give me your hand, or I’ll tell Mom you touched my dick while I was asleep.”
― Leigh Rivers, Little Stranger