Bad Day Quotes

“Just tell me you're mine, I'm yours, and you won't kiss, fuck or otherwise let any other man batter dip his corn dog with you.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Are you in?" I roll my eyes and try to kiss him again, but he won't let me. I pinch his nipples, and all he does is wink and growl at me. "Say it."

"Fuck you"

"We'll get there, Naomi. Be patient. But first, you have to say it." I keep glaring, but I feel my body melting, my shields and my walls crashing down in flames. "Say you're mine, tell me that you're my girlfriend."

"You're my boyfriend," I say, and the words nearly kill me. "That's all you get for now. Best I can fucking do.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“And no chick fucking either, unless we both agree to it, of course." Turner pauses and scowls. "Though I can't imagine sharing you with anyone. Makes me fucking sick to my stomach.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Falling in love sucks. It's like being dragged into a black hole. Once you get caught in the orbit, that's it. There's no getting out. The gravity of the emotion crushes you down until you're nothing but that, (...)”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Naomi's my girlfriend," I say aloud, just to test the words, see how they feel fucking across my lips. Ronnie flips a page in an old copy of Rollin' Strong magazine and ignores me.

"Yeah, we heard. Sixteen times since we came in here," Josh bitches.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Just hold my fucking hand,” Turner whispers against my ear, giving me goose bumps. “Just lace your fingers with mine and hold on like your life depends on it, like our pulse is dependent on this one, single connection.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Just tell me you're mine, I'm yours, and you won't kiss, fuck or otherwise let any other man batter dip his corn dog with you?”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“I won't rest until you're mine and that's that. Get over it and quick. We've got a life to live.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“You look like a fucking angel.” As soon as the words are out, I feel better. Honesty. I guess it all comes down to honesty. No wonder Turner's such a blabber mouth dumb shit. He just blurts whatever he feels whenever he feels it, and while there are all sorts of things wrong with that, it must make him feel pretty damn good. The cocky arrogance makes a whole lot more sense to me now.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“You can't trust a rock star, ask anyone that knows. Guitarists are always whores; drummers are too dedicated and too intense; bassists too inexperienced, and lead singers are trouble. Stereotypes maybe, but stereotypes are there for a reason, right?”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Turner's openness is starting to become more and more appealing to me. At least I know what I'm getting with him. And I still need to tell him about Dax's kiss. That, and his proposition. I haven't had even a single second to get him alone since, but the secret is burning a hole in my pocket. I need it gone. It's like I'm allergic to the fuckers now.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Secrets hurt; secrets kill. How many fucking times do I have to say this?”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“The light above Turner kicks on, just that one light, bathing him in brightness. I fall in love along with the rest of the people there, gazing at an angel fallen from heaven, celestially beautiful, ethereally tragic. His blue-black hair shimmers like dark feathers on a dancing demon, and his body is absolute perfection in that suit.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Naomi looks at me, her orange-brown eyes rimmed in dark shadow flecked with silver sparkles. All of that darkness around the pop of color in her irises makes them seem huge, like two sunsets floating in a night sky. I smirk again. There I go getting all poetic; good for me.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Naomi's my girlfriend,” I say aloud, just to test the words, see how they feel fucking across my lips. Ronnie flips a page in an old copy of Rollin' Strong magazine and ignores me. “Yeah, we heard. Sixteen times since we came in here,” Josh bitches.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Go to hell, Turner," I say when what I really mean is I love you.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“I lean up to kiss Turner's moist lips, but he pulls back and smirks down at me, touching the bare skin on my hip with gentle fingers.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Yeah, cheat. Kissing another dude is cheating. Fuck, kissing another anybody is cheating. Chicks are off limits, too.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“I close my eyes to escape the burn. His eyes are so hot right now, I feel like I could be incinerated. The intense heat pouring off his body makes me think of Dax's cool touch. I'm sure it could kill, too, but it would be a quiet death, lulling you to sleep, promising life is better on the other side. Turner's touch, it simply sears and sizzles, melting me into nothing. Quick, painful, intense. I love it even though I don't want to.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“I sigh and touch my hands to my cheeks, pulling up the memory of Dax's frozen kiss. If Turner was the king of molten tongues, then Dax would be the lord of ice. I don't know how to weigh those two things together.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“He's no Turner Campbell, but the kiss is different than anything I've ever felt before. It's like kissing death, but in a good way. Like having a bite of that final rest, tasting soothing comfort and reassurance.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Mr. Ryker is fucking hot. Thick, bulging muscles worthy of a romance novel cover, long legs, big hands, a whole sleeve of floral tattoos. Yeah. Flowers. Fucking flowers on this man's massive bicep. He looks like he could crush a tree trunk with those long fingers.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“I get the niggling feeling in my belly that says it's time for a new song. It hits at the most random, inopportune times. Fucking creative muse bitch. I stand up quick and grab a pen from the desk in the corner, flipping my arm over and finding a space between the tattoos.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“You can overthrow a king maybe, but not a god. I've been chosen by the fucking divine for this shit. Nobody can out rock me. Except maybe Naomi, but I'll never admit that.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“I'm letting the devil prick me with his horns and I'm enjoying every minute of it. The secrets are out of the bag and Turner knows everything now. He's one of a few people on this planet I can be completely and fully honest with. From hated enemy to trusted friend. The fuck is wrong with me?”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“The speakers sing with the sound, smiling to the heavens, angels dropping dead with the beautiful poison of her voice.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“No news is good news.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“To some people, it's not the end that justifies the means. It's the process that they're after, (...)”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“It's normally just wham, bam, thank you ma'am, (...)”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day

“Turner's like an M&M or some shit; it's impossible to eat just one. Now that I've had a taste, I want all the colors. I kind of hate myself for it.”
― C.M. Stunich, Bad Day