His Juliet Quotes

“I’m not fucking leaving! Fuck, Juliet! You can’t do this. You can’t do this.” I couldn’t remember the last time I cried, but now my tears mixed with the water. “If you need to get the pain out, you take it out on me.”  “I’m sorry. I can’t.” She was sobbing now.  My eyes caught on yet another razor blade in the corner of the shower niche and saw red. I held it up to my own skin and she flinched. “No. Fucking. More. You need to cut, you cut me.” She shook her head, and I pressed the razor into her hand.  “Do it.” “No, I can’t!” “Do it, Juliet! I can take it!” My voice was probably loud enough to reach all the apartments in this shit building, but I didn’t care. Nothing could compare to thinking I’d lost her forever.  I moved her hand so the razor blade was pressed against my chest, the exact same spot she’d drawn the tattoo on that first night. “Cut me. Mark me.” She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“Matteo was always so serious, even as a child, and my Romeo brought out the playfulness in him.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“We’re gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Juliet Leka and Romeo De Luca,” Arturo said. “This is a very special day for Romeo, who knows he could never in a million years deserve Juliet and that if he ever hurts her, his death will be slow and painful.” “Arturo!” I shouted, but Romeo just laughed.  “You are correct, sir. I will never forget how lucky I am.” “See that you don’t,” Arturo said sternly before winking at me. I rolled my eyes, but secretly loved that he cared so much.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“A couple of weeks ago, Matteo and I had been practicing self-defense, and he had awkwardly stumbled through offering to walk me down the aisle. When I’d said yes, I swore he blushed. ”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“Look at you, taking the elevator on your own.” He was typing something on his phone, and I narrowed my eyes.  “Are you reporting on my movements?” He winked. “You know your man is prone to dramatics if he doesn’t get his Juliet report.” I pursed my lips but couldn’t completely stop my smile.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“Juliet, my angel. No one has ever loved the way I love you. I want forever with you. Will you marry me?” Tears sprung to my eyes. “I love you so much.”  “And?” he asked impatiently. I let out a watery chuckle. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.” “Of course you will.” He smirked, then placed the ring back on my finger. ”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“Romeo gripped my chin. “I don’t have a question because you’re going to marry me, Juliet. I’m never letting you go, so I will do whatever I can to make sure you’re so closely tied to me that you can never untangle the knot.”  My lips twitched. I slipped the ring off my finger and handed it back to him. “Get on your knee and ask me properly.” He growled and nipped my lip in punishment, but he moved off the bed.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“Umm, aren’t you missing a step?” “What step?” “Oh, I don’t know. Does this ring come with a question?” “Nope.” “Nope?”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“You think she actually knows?” she asked. I rolled my shoulders instead of answering. She was either leading us to Juliet or into a trap. One reunited me with my love, the other gave me the opportunity to murder. Both acceptable outcomes.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“The Don of the Italian Mafia was making waffles for lunch with his newborn baby strapped to his chest.  I had walked into some sort of alternate dimension.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“I crossed my arms, drumming my fingers as I studied the word I’d carved into his chest.  RAPIST.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“I want this to feel like one of your safe places.” A lump formed in my throat, and I wrapped my arms around him. “Yeah. It feels like one of my safe places.” Or at least, it felt like it could become one. I still felt uneasy here, especially if Romeo was gone, but I wasn’t panicking. It had nothing to do with the actual apartment or the security and had everything to do with Romeo.  I was pretty sure I would feel safe wherever he was.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“What’s the cake for?” “In case you need a snack,” she mumbled.  I smiled as I tried to tug her closer. “I’m too weak to eat it myself. You’ll have to feed me.” She lowered herself back onto my lap. “I think you’re milking this.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  I totally was, but who could blame me when my girl was sweetly feeding me chocolate cake and lightly running her fingers over my bruises to make sure I was okay? ”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“I’m mad at you,” she said as she gently started cleaning the remaining blood off my face.  I cupped the back of her thighs as she worked on me, feeling perfectly content. “I’m sorry.” “Is this going to be a common thing? You coming home like this?” My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. She’d said home.  “Why are you smiling?” she snapped. Now tears were forming in her eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t like this.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“Romeo See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! Juliet You are not quoting Romeo and Juliet to me right now Romeo In case you missed it, that’s Shakespeare for “I miss your face” Juliet Flirt Romeo”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“We were watching some weird teenage vampire movie where the guy was watching the girl he was interested in while she slept. “Do you think it’s crossing a line to put cameras inside someone’s apartment without letting them know?” I asked. “No,” Angelo said. “Yes,” Sofiya responded at the same time.  She scowled. “Who are we talking about here? Why do you need the cameras?” I shrugged. “It’s just a hypothetical. But what if the cameras were there to keep her safe?” “Her?” Sofiya perked up, no longer looking aggravated and tired. “Who is her?”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“I don’t know. I’m in a bit of a reading slump. I started a new one last night. It’s an alien romance.” I’d thought reading about aliens would distract me from my constant thoughts of my dark-haired Italian, but the alien guy kept cracking jokes that reminded me of Romeo.  “Alien romance? What the fuck is that?”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet

“Yes, Juliet. You're living in my home, have taken up residence in my fucking soul. Of course you're mine.”
― Emilia Rossi, His Juliet