Reaper Quotes

“Damaged souls have their own beauty. A dark, terrifying beauty. The same type of beauty I recognize in Ronan.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“Nobody else gets to see you like that,” he declares. “Ye're claimed.” His words douse me in gasoline. His eyes light the match. And when he grinds himself against me, all that's left to do is burn for him.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“My life, my love, my breath. May we always have each other, in this life and the next.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“He’s the lightning, and I am simply a conductor. We were always bound to converge.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“My dark prince. The reaper. The man who spilled blood for me without pause. For that reason alone he’ll always be on a pedestal that no other can reach. He’ll always be the memory I revisit in my darkest of times.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“I don’t know anything other than that it’s always been her, from the moment I saw her three years ago. She’s the thing that I’ve yearned for more than anything else. And for that reason, she’s the one thing I can never have. I cannot control my urges. My instincts.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“I’ve seen him kill. I’ve tasted his rage too. Tasted it so fiercely that some of it spilled over onto me, tainting me with the mark of the animal that lives inside of him. I crave that animal. I crave everything about this man with his perfect suits and his complete lack of human emotions. Maybe, just maybe, I envy him too.
What it must be like not to feel anything. Anything at all.
I want that for myself.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“Damaged souls have their own beauty. A dark, terrifying beauty.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“Ronan and I have always had a fucked up way of going about things. The first time he fucked me, it was next to my dead boyfriend’s body. The first blowjob, in a basement he uses to kill people. He isn’t at all sweet. But if I wanted sugar, I’d eat a fucking cupcake.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“My heart beats for him.
The man who shares my secret. The man who holds my life in the palm of his hands. Sometimes, I think I could love him. But most of the time, I just hate him. For making me weak. For tempting me to stay. For wondering when he’ll finally make good and kill me too.
I don’t know how it’s possible to have feelings that are such polar opposites. I want to slap him. I want to scream in his face and force him to acknowledge me. His cavalier attitude towards me is worse than any of the pain Blaine ever inflicted on me. I’m not even worth his attention. A moment of his time. And yet, when he walks into the room, everything else ceases to exist.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s something wild and three long years in the making. A kiss that purges the memory of all other kisses before him.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“Because… Ronan. Always Ronan.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“No, Ronan. It means that she missed you. While you are out and about in the world and doing your thing every day, a dog only has interactions with you to look forward to.” “But why would she look forward to that?” he asks. “Because she loves you.” He”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“I'd serve him any day of the week and twice on Sundays. Because, fuck me, that’s why.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“He’s like a trip wire, rigged to detonate a category five hurricane of emotions inside of me. But I’m a masochist of the highest order, so I let him obliterate me. Again and again.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“He only shows the world the smallest safest parts of himself. But inside, underneath, is a wealth of hidden discoveries. I want to know them all.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“He isn’t at all sweet. But if I wanted sugar, I’d eat a fucking cupcake. I”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“I’m all out of fucks to give. Which”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“We’re oil and water. We don’t mix. I’m bad for him. And he’s no good for me either, probably. But I’m his, regardless. He needs to know that.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“One thing I know for certain is that this killer - the Reaper - isn’t my white knight. In fact, in this story, I very well suspect he may even be the villain. Because if Blaine ever finds out how I feel, it will certainly be the death of me.” - Sasha”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“I glance up at the stars, trying to piece together constellations in the night sky. But just like my life, they are nothing but a jumbled up map of dots that don’t connect, and they only leave more unexplained questions.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“Sometimes it takes being at your lowest point to see who’s really there for you. And they’re all standing right beside me now. The”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“This explosive link between us. All I have to do is enter his orbit, and I’m a slave to his power.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“I will never understand what it is about this quiet,
enigmatic man that renders me completely senseless.
Ronan feels it too.
This explosive link between us.
All I have to do is enter his orbit,
and I'm a slave to his power.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“I’ve got so much hate bottled up inside of me it’s only a matter of time before it blows.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“We’re oil and water. We don’t mix. I’m bad for him. And he’s no good for me either, probably. But I’m his, regardless. He needs to know that. So”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“Will Sasha abandon her plan in order to stay with Ronan???
Will those two be able to stay together and be happy when they are having so many demons to changing them down???”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“What sort of dog is that?” he tilts his head to the side to examine her. “Is there something wrong with its wee legs?” “Conor thinks it’s a Corgi,” I tell him. “Google said their legs are supposed to be wee. I looked it up.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“I no longer see good in the world. I couldn’t tell you exactly when it stopped, only that it did. My heart flat lined long ago. Keeping myself locked in this void is easy. And yet the despair seeps in all too often.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper

“Aqueles olhos frios e duros são folheados com uma inocência subjacente. Há momentos, como agora, que ele pode ser totalmente benevolente. Eles passam pelo meu corpo em uma avaliação rápida e depois escurecerem. Nunca é fome que eu encontro lá, mas loucura.
Adoro essa loucura. Porque a loucura é melhor que nada. Loucura significa que ele não é completamente imune aos sentimentos. Loucura significa que não é apatia, que ele sente quando tem que olhar para mim.”
― A. Zavarelli, Reaper