Consumed Quotes

“It’s really not my authority that you need to worry about. It’s the fact that I’m a homicidal bitch who’s balancing on the knife-edge of ‘insane’.”
“Balancing?” snickered Jared.
“All right, maybe I fell off the edge some time ago.” She shrugged. “It makes life more interesting.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“Who needed to argue and exchange insults when you could just annoy the hell out of someone by being overly friendly and bubbly?”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“I mean it, Ava.”
“Oh, I know you do… which is why your opinions will now be redirected to ‘1-800-I-fail-to-give-a-flying-fuck’.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“You’d better have a damn good platonic reason why you’re in my sister’s apartment.”
“Really? I’m devastated that I can’t provide you with one.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“We don’t know for sure that our relationship will be a permanent thing.”
“Yes, we do.” Like it would be achieved by the power of his formidable will.
“Just because you want it to be permanent doesn’t mean that it will be.”
“Yes, it does.”
I suppressed the urge to bang my head on the counter. “Life isn’t full of guarantees. There’s always a possibility that we could mess this up.”
“No, there isn’t.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“I feel sort of… calm when you’re with me. And I think about you constantly when you’re not … I trust you, and I want you to have everything you want, even those goddamn cushions. And I feel… good. But vulnerable, because you know me better than anyone. And I feel panic. Because whenever I stop to think about just how much you could hurt me, I’m suddenly fucking terrified. It’s like a physical hurt. An ache. I know that losing you would hurt worse than anything. And it scares me how much I’ve come to need you just to be okay, and just how much you – this one little person – is important to me.”
I had to swallow past a lump in my throat. “That’s love, Salem.”
“Then I guess I love you”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“She and I had exchanged a few text messages, although they had been mostly to remind me just how pissed she’d be if I started anything with her asshole of a brother. The same asshole who had last night said, ‘If you ever hurt her, psycho Sid, I’ll kill you.’ Naturally, I’d replied by dangling him over the balcony until he begged me to pull him back up.

It had been kind of fun.” (Salem)”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“She smirked and braced herself, inviting me forward with a flick of her fingers. “Let’s dance.”
I snorted . “Who says that?” Then I punched her breast. As she yowled – there was no other word for the noise that came out of her mouth – and folded over slightly in pain, I dealt her a blow to the jaw… and down she went. Unconscious before she even hit the floor. Well that was disappointing.
“Huh. I was kind of hoping for a decent fight.”
“Yeah, me too.” Jude twirled her knife on her finger as she stared down at Gina. “Would it be terribly bad to carve something creative on her forehead?”
Alora regarded Jude with a smile. “You know, Chico’s good for you.”
Jude blinked. “Why do you say that?”
“He’s taught you to think before you act. A few months ago, you might have already scrawled ‘I am a hoebag’ into her flesh.”
Imani’s face lit up. “That would be amazing!”
“But immoral – she’s out cold,” said Alora, the voice of reason for once.
Imani shrugged. “So?”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“You are so ridiculously stubborn.”
“This isn’t stubbornness. This is me knowing exactly what I want and being determined to get it.” He cupped my chin. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me.”
“Will you leave me alone if I do?”
“No.” His gaze pierced mine as he whispered, “Lie to me, baby.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“Relationships never worked well for me. Guys liked me well enough until they realised just how quirky I really was. The cheeriness, the humming, the giggling, the optimism, and the ‘being a morning person’ thing – or ‘dusk person’, in my case – would begin to wear on them.
Eventually, they would get frustrated with me all the time, would try to change me, and then I’d have to punch them in the dick until they vomited.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“I want my cuddly bear back.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re calling me cuddly? I tried to kill you ten minutes ago.”
“Stop dwelling on old shit.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“Can I help you? Please say no.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“Who lit the fuse on your tampon?”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“I chose to ignore her remark on the grounds that it simply didn’t suit me.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“It would be stupid to rush things.”
“Rush? This thing between us started three months ago.”
“Yeah, in your head.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“Most people just say ‘sorry’. But handing over your ex for painful handling was so much better.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“Even if you are planning to spend your immortal life with a complete nutter.”
“It’s so cute that you two have pet names for each other.”
He snorted. “What is it exactly that he calls me?”
“My personal favourite is ‘fuck-faced bag of shit’. But mostly he just refers to you as ‘that asshole’.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“Salem put the word out that if any man touched you, he’d kill him.”
I ground my teeth. “He has some fucking nerve.”
Fletcher shot me an impatient glance. “Oh, come on. Did you really expect anything different? I don’t know why you two haven’t got together, but I do know he won’t let anyone else have you.” And so, I was going to kill the shithead.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“You grabbed his attention straight away. It was strange to watch his reaction to you. Like a kid that’s spotted something new, interesting , and possibly fun to play with, but who’s too unsure to reach out and touch it – still, he ain’t gonna let anyone else touch it.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“But you still worry I’ll eventually reject you, don’t you?” My expression must have answered that, because he pinned me with a serious gaze. “It’s never going to happen.”

“You say that now, but –”

“There is no ‘but’, baby. Shit, if either of us will think about leaving at some point, it will be you.”

“Why would I leave my cuddly bear?”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Ava.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed

“The thing is, baby, I’ve had a taste of you now.” Recalling how her mouth had felt beneath mine in the bar, I almost groaned. “There’s no going back. As far as I’m concerned, you already belong to me. Every single inch of you. And what’s mine stays mine.” Reluctantly releasing her, I stepped back. “Accept it, Ava. The sooner you do that, the simpler things will be.”
― Suzanne Wright, Consumed