Exile Quotes

“Damon smirks. "I told her you were out having a couples massage." "For fuck sake," Theo curses under his breath”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Deep in a session with a patient who was screeching at a level that only bats can hear.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“The poor woman is newly widowed and Im not sure seeing my fathers dick in the middle of the night is on her bucket list. Garden tools? Yes. Wrinkly midnight dick? No.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Grey grins at him”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Maybe Ill start my own rumor and tell everyone that I shoved a taser up Arthurs ass and he shot his load all over Alexanders face.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Like each part fits together to make one piece. Maybe I was too broken, in many pieces that I needed more than one part to be put back together. I think that's why I tried to fight it. To hide it.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“mon petit feu.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Tell me you want my cock in you, Aves. That you need it and crave it like I crave you.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“I'm nothing without them. They are my whole existence now—the three who saved me from my demons, my enemies, and freed me from the chains holding me back.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“What we have is unique, consensual, and customized to suit our individual relationships with her. She wears my ink and marks on her skin, I wear her on my dick. And she has my little black bleeding heart in her hands. That's all that matters.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“No, but she's his everything, Christopher. She's his reason to live, to fight. Just like she's mine. He has to be okay. There's no other option here.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“For the first time since my mother died, I experienced love again—even if I didn't want it. Her vibrant light choked me, wrapping around my black heart like barbed wire, ripping me apart, until finally, she cracked me wide open. In my own personal hell, I found her. Avery. For the first time, someone saw me as more than their savior. More than a leader and someone to fear. She wanted to save… me. So now, it's only fitting that I should die for her.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“I go where you go," I tell him. "Ill follow you three to the depths of hell and back. Oh”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“They fucking touched her. My. Fucking. Wife.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Want to take a trip to the morgue?" "Well now”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Oh”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Im everything I was meant to be but was too scared to become.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Fuck. Im a matchmaker. A fucked-up version of Cupid if he had three psychos as weapons instead of arrows.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Were family now—connected and founded by death. Just like Cirque des Morts. Except where Cirque des Morts is my greatest creation”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Just the fucking tip.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Im doing this for Damon though. If he can take a bullet for me”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“I dont know why”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Although I still often consider killing Theo for the thrill of it”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Theres something so fucking hot about the fact their dicks are both rubbing against each other in me.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Shit. Theo has his finger inside my cunt while Grey is bottomed out in me.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“A surprise is a gift”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Thats the difference between them and us though. While they buy their power”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Pulling back just enough to speak, I rest my forehead against hers. "You were, by far, the best birthday present I could have received," I tell her, running my hand up her spine. "I always thought the ultimate gift would be my father's death, but I was wrong." "Maybe that can be your Christmas present," she murmurs. "A little murder goes well with mistletoe.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Fucking machines and IVs. The only thing that should be attached to my body is her—permanently, if I had my way.”
― Steph Macca, Exile

“Lilydale saved me. Not in the way the welcome brochure promised, but the people inside, the ones who speak to the darkest parts of me—they did. They saw me as everything. Not the victim, not the familial killer, not the girl with mental illness… they saw what was inside and dug out the potential—the real me that had never had an opportunity to flourish.”
― Steph Macca, Exile