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Bad Habits (Wages of Sin, #1) Bad Habits by Onley James
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“Yeah, but the difference is I’m Gen Z, pal. We can’t wait to die. Can you say the same?”
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“Feed me pancakes and tell me I’m pretty.”
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“Hey, Jonah.” “Yeah?” Jonah rumbled against Cas’s throat, making his toes curl.  “After you kill this guy, can we go get ice cream?”
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“Congratulations. You’re the next Dread Pirate Roberts,”
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“Sensation and sentiment ran together, pouring over him like melted candle wax.”
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“First anger, and then sadness. I think better angry than I do sad, and I need to be angry right now so I can figure out what the fuck happens next.”
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“Bullshit. How many jobs have you done for me, and every single one of them pristine? Now you want me to believe you accidentally double-tapped another man?”
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“Besides, the Berlin Wall went down…and so do I.”
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“Jonah had always been the fatal flaw in his code, the bug that froze the part of his brain separating logic from emotion.”
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“You’re gonna leave me alone and let me go. You’re going to forget my name the way I’m going to forget yours.”
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“Dogs are for humans with souls. You could have a cat, maybe.” He narrowed his eyes, like he wasn’t quite convinced that was a possibility, either.”
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“Yes, Turing. I’ve cracked your cryptic code. You're a friend of Dorothy”
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“Cas let out another incredulous laugh that Jonah thought was meant to make him feel ridiculous or irritated. Cas did that sometimes. He wielded sarcasm and snark like an ice pick, and he was fucking precise with it, too.”
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“Seeing which low-level crime boss du jour had claimed the VIP area, like they weren’t in danger of being ousted next week or next month.”
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“A little American hacker pissed off some Russians.” Jonah felt his polite expression sliding from his face, and no matter how he struggled to keep it there, it was as if he’d lost control of the strings.”
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“Besides, what Briar lacked in masculinity, she made up for with a rather substantial dick, the only physical reminder left from when Briar had gone by her deadname.”
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“Do you know there’s an almost fifty-percent domestic violence rate among police officers? It’s—”
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“Cas was still sensitive about the size of his mouth. Ted, his step dad, had once joked that he could probably suction Cas’s lips to a window like a sucker fish. Cas sighed at the memory. Ted was a dick, but he wasn’t exactly wrong.”
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“He was nothing more than a shadow that slid into the corners at first light, the cock of a hammer, the click of a lock, a voice on the other end of a temporary phone number.”
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“No response came, which just proved what Jonah had always suspected: Red favored the boy over him. Jonah had known Red longer, but Cas had been his beloved protégé almost from the start, when his eyes had gone wide and dizzy the first time Red showed him his lair.
“He peed in a potted plant. Killed my dog. Set fire to the embassy,” Jonah fired off in monotone.
Finally, Red swiveled around to face him and folded his arms over his chest with a slow blink. “You don’t have a dog.” As if that was the most unbelievable of the three statements.
“I could have a dog. You’d have no idea shut up in here like a hermit all day.”
Red snorted. “Dogs are for humans with souls. You could have a cat, maybe.” He narrowed his eyes, like he wasn’t quite convinced that was a possibility, either.
But Jonah grinned because now he’d gotten Red’s attention. “Caspian is a dog person,” he mused.
“Definitely a dog person.”
“Golden retriever?”
Red seesawed his hand, face bunching up. “I could see it, I guess. Or maybe a greyhound. Hyper and quick, like him.”
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“Uh, look. I appreciate a good rub and tug as much as the next guy but I’m more into Andys than Annies, if you know what I mean.”
Red gave him a smirk, voice deadpan. “Yes, Turing. I’ve cracked your cryptic code. You're a friend of Dorothy.”
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“Was he being kidnapped? Did guys who looked like this dude kidnap people? That probably wasn’t an appropriate response to a life threatening situation. He was sure not all kidnappers were ugly, but were any of them cream-your-jeans hot? Because this guy, with his dirty blonde hair, square jaw, and generous stubble…he was gorgeous. Not in a pretty supermodel way, but in a dangerous does-he-want-to-kiss-me-or-kill-me kind of way.”
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“You don’t have a dog.” As if that was the most unbelievable of the three statements. “I could have a dog. You’d have no idea shut up in here like a hermit all day.” Red snorted. “Dogs are for humans with souls. You could have a cat, maybe.”
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