Be My Brayshaw Quotes

“Nothing is more dangerous to a single person than what’s hidden inside them.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“It means we’re fucked up rejects, and we know it. In case we ever start to forget, society is always game, set, and ready to remind us. We’re well aware the dangers hope can bring, so... we have none.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Back to Brayshaw High today, assholes and assettes. Three months ‘til graduation and shit’s about to get even more interesting.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“That’s one of my favorite things about my brother, his silent support, always there and never pushing.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“He already knows blood is a wicked tool meant to paint a picture of pain, revenge and hate, of death.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Yes,” I whisper.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Raven is suddenly in front of her, swinging full force and hitting Mallory square in the nose, sending her stumbling onto her ass.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“You’re not her fucking mom!” he shouts.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Suddenly she lifts a bat, bringing it down across the windshield in one hard, full swing.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Oh, yeah, Zoey Bear. VicVee’s real good. Daddy made her feel all sorts of better.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“You won’t. You need something, say it.” “I need something.” I raise a brow.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Hate me today, Cap,” she speaks to herself. “But careful. You might just love me tomorrow.” Fuck.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Eskimo kisses,” I dare to whisper. “Butterfly hugs,” she tries to whisper back.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Threesomes are fun, but now I’m pregnant.” She gives a small, side grin, and tears fill her eyes. “And I have no idea who the dad is.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“I’m asking the questions,” he booms.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Let me guess, you wanna wring her fuckin’ neck, then lick the bruises?” he gives me a quick side smirk, laughing at my expression.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“If this is some trick, you will lose,” he swears.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Mike sticks his sweaty-ass palm out. “Her boyfriend.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“He pushes his hair back, smiling at Victoria. “How’s that for a win, baby?”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Can’t help it, can you,” she whispers, but she’s not mocking me in any way.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“I’d stare right at the back of your head... imagining I was fucking an entirely. Different. Blonde.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“I want to fuck you, Beauty,” I whisper, anger causing my pulse to jump, because damn if it’s as true as it is a lie. “So bad.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“The soft click of my trunk opening has both mine and Maddoc’s heads snapping that way. Royce comes into view first, a wide grin in place, but then Victoria whips past him, her arm at her side as she makes her way around the silver Audi. Amber follows my line of sight, spotting Vee coming from the other side. What— Suddenly she lifts a bat, bringing it down across the windshield in one hard, full swing. “Oh my god!” Amber jumps back, her hands in the air.The glass shatters but doesn’t fall in, so Victoria hops up on the hood and stomps through it, kicking it in completely until the glass covers the inside of the car. And I just fucking stand there staring. She jumps down, both feet planting at once, one of them an inch from Amber’s. Without looking, Victoria bends her elbow, tosses the bat up, and catches the barrel. She casually drapes it over the back of her neck, her free hand coming up to grip the stem. She cocks her head but says not a damn word. And she doesn’t have to, because there it fucking was. My girl’s public claim. Amber gets the message, her eyes falling to the ground as she rushes through the crowd that’s gathered a few feet back and disappears who the hell knows where. ‘Bout damn time, Beauty.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“He strips down, and my eyes instantly fall to the tattoo now covering the left side of his ribs. It’s an anchor splashing into the ocean, wrapped tight in barbed wire, each spike representing a single scar on my stomach. There are forty-two. My man said he had to bleed as I did, as many times as I did.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“I’m the wave, he’s the anchor, and this life is our ocean.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“My drive to stay here, it was all to end up standing right here, right now... with him. He is my purpose. My home. And Zoey, she’ll be our everything.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“Now, in her passing, I can look at Zoey, at the healthy and strong little girl she is and say the woman who gave birth to me had a hand in making her this way. I can remind Zoey of the woman who tucked her in at night when her dad and I couldn’t.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“This is my home, my future. My purpose. All the bad shit along the way had to be to lead me here today. To them. To him.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“My Beauty. My girl. My future.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw

“You said you felt your life started with a purple flower, it’s only right your future starts the same. As mine. As ours,” I whisper. “Me and Zo.”
― Meagan Brandy, Be My Brayshaw