Hans Quotes

“This book is dedicated to Nero, the beautiful bastard who started it all. I love your unhinged ass. - This battle belongs to all of us. Because we’re all human. And that makes it ours.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“I’ve never punched a geriatric, but I’m not strictly against it.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“if he’s gonna be obsessed with me, he’d better be obsessed with only me.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“A man with a basement full of guns and camera angles of my house, who also keeps body bags in his truck, has to be a red flag. Right?”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“The hard lessons are the ones you usually heed more.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“All her. All my Cassandra. Spread out like a fucking centerfold. For someone else. My vision tints an ugly shade of green, and I storm out of my house, book in hand.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“On one side of the room, the gray couch faces a subpar TV mounted above a fireplace she never turns on because someone—me—keeps disabling the gas line because someone—her—has left it on unattended one too many times. She’s thankfully given up on calling out the repair man, because I don’t want to feel bad about her spending money on repairs when I’m only going to fuck it up again.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“This man has never said so much as a sentence to me before today. He’s a complete stranger to me. But if he pulled that thick dick out of his jeans right now, I’d let him fuck me raw atop this couch.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“I wanted to fucking keep you, Butterfly, from the moment I met you.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“I don’t regret knowing him. Something sharp bites into my neck. I’ll never regret loving him.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“Something warm wraps around my heart. Hans will always love me.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“How often do you find yourself needing to blow up your own shit?”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“Do you still trust me?” I have no right asking her this after what she just watched, but I ask it all the same. She nods, her head only moving the smallest bit. “I do.” A flash of her in white fills my mind. Soon, I’ll have her saying I do in another way.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“And I can see the home screen. And the photo saved as the background is… me. Asleep in his bed.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“She had the same hair color as me. And wore it the same length. So it stays. It will always stay. Because she’s the reason I am what I am.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“The curvy little vixen who just turned thirty, twelve days ago—making her nine years my junior and too young for me—and has been doing her best to kill me with food poisoning through her little deliveries.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“And then she repeated it back. Just as simple. Just once. Hans. And I haven’t fucked anyone since.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“She’s so fucking thick. And soft. And beautiful. And the spark behind her eyes is so trusting and healthy and…”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“Are you obsessed with me?”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“He tastes like candy. Like sugar and fruit and childhood memories.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“Hans is with The Alliance now.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“Diamond Dom owes you a life debt, and he’d be happy to get that off his back. Which would cover part of what I’m offering.” “Part,” I repeat. “And then what? I owe you a favor and we just keep trading?”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“So… want help killing him?” Nero offers, catching me off guard.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“A bear’s gotta eat,” he growls.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“Because they have a bag of money, and the man they’re expecting has a cargo shipment, and they need to know where to go pick up that cargo. Except I’m not the man they’re expecting. And humans aren’t cargo. So they’re about to die.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“She has an iced coffee in one hand and a Target bag in the other, and she uses her perfect hip to shove the car door shut. A little midday shopping trip, playing hooky from work?”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“Finally, thank you to my parents for banging decades ago. Between nature and nurture, you formed my brain into a pile of mush capable of creating worlds. I’ll be forever grateful for this talent that has somehow crawled out of my brain and put itself on paper. The fictional world is so much more fun that working in sales.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“A shudder runs down my spine, and I wonder if there’s something I can do to them that would make them rot overnight so she’s not able to make anything else with them. I slide my hand into my pocket, ready to pull my phone out so I can search to see if such a thing is possible, but I stop myself. Because if Cassandra woke up tomorrow to a bowl of rotten produce, she would feel sad. She’d probably frown. Potentially pout. And I can’t be the cause of that.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“Before I could stop myself, I placed my calloused palm in her smooth one while she said I’m Cassie, your new neighbor. And since my brain could come up with nothing better to say, I replied with Hans. Just that. Just my name. And then she repeated it back. Just as simple. Just once. Hans. And I haven’t fucked anyone since.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans

“the woman who’s staring across at my topless man and not at the road. Leaning across Hans, I press my middle finger to the glass. “Cassandra.”
― S.J. Tilly, Hans