Stone Cold Queen Quotes

“Starting tomorrow,” I mutter, “whatever life throws at me, I’m ducking, so it hits someone fucking else.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“I'm a stone cold queen.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Fix it,” he orders. “I don’t care what you did. I don’t care what she did. Fucking fix it.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“She hates me. I get that. Fuck, I hate myself a little bit too. Because I’m the one that fucked up. I got too close too fast. I misjudged, and I let my jealousy cloud my brain and my emotions run freely.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“You need time, I get that, and I will wait—no matter that it kills me. But make no mistake, Avalon. You are mine. Regardless of what’s happened, nothing changes that.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“And then,” I finish for him, “we’ll kill them.” I gaze up into his eyes, finding something there—a darkness that matches my own. “We’ll fucking kill them all.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Because of him,” I answer. “Corina’s in love with Luc—ergo, she hates you.” I direct that last comment at Dean.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Run little bitches, run. I’m coming for you.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“No amount of torture can stop me. No amount of betrayal. This will be a tragedy, just not mine. I’ve got a long list of people who deserve what I’m about to do to them. My only hope is that once it’s all over that’s all it’ll be. I’m fucking tired of fighting just to survive.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“She's no girl at all. She's a woman. A dangerous one. And I think I fucking love her.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Avalon Manning is mine. Mine. And someone touched what was mine. Whoever they are, they have no fucking clue the war they just started.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“You're never going anywhere without me again," I say to her. She snorts. "Good luck keeping to that." "I'm serious," I snap.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Braxton and I hit the ground, rubble digging into my sides as I swivel my head and look behind me just in time to see a man with a rifle go down. Only, Abel's bullet isn't the one to send the motherfucker flying to the floor. No, instead, it's a fucking avenging angel. Avalon steps out from a doorway, her shoulder soaked red with blood and her hair hanging in wet strands around her face. She looks like complete and utter shit. Bruised as fuck. Swaying against the wall as she reaches out and puts a free hand to catch her fall as she sags against the side of the hallway. But she looks fucking perfect to me because she's alive. "Avalon!" I'm on my feet and barreling down the corridor without a second thought. The sound of Braxton and Abel's curses trail after me, but I couldn't give a fuck less. She's here. She's alive. She's ... about to pass the fuck out.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“My legs a fucking trembling mess. I am not at my strongest. I’m too hurt and tired for that. My anger, though, makes up for a hell of a lot. I bring my knee up and push it into his dick with meaning as I put the end of his own gun between my chest and his, the barrel pointed right at his heart. “Get the fuck up,” I grit out. With blood pouring down his face, he slowly edges back and then gets to his feet. I follow, moving much slower because of all of the aches and pains. My hand, though, remains steady as I point the gun. “What are you going to do now?” he asks. His eyes are crystalline, like looking into an endless pool of water. Empty of flecks. His pupils are the only darkness I see. It’s unnerving.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Corina shakes her head as she stares back at me. “What a pathetic thing you are,” she says almost absently. “Your own mother hates you enough to want you dead, and so here you’ll die. Without even a clue as to who else orchestrated all of this or who you really are.” “Who the fuck are you—” She doesn’t wait for me to finish my question. Instead, she turns and walks out, the door shutting behind her with a soundless click locking it into place.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“He'll fucking love me, that's what," she snaps. I stare at her. "You befriended me, had me kidnapped and tortured to prove that you love him?”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“I did," Ace says. "I think Ms. Manning will be pleased to know that her daughter suffered before she died.” Corina steps out from behind him. My expression goes slack with shock. She's cleaned her face, removed all evidence of her earlier crocodile tears—if what my memory is telling me is true. She's redressed in a black pencil skirt and heels that flash red on the bottoms as she makes her way towards me. Her makeup is perfectly applied once more—black eyeliner and red lipstick to match the rest of her. Her hair has been pulled back into a high ponytail, and I suddenly have the urge to do to her what I did to Kate. No. I have the urge to do far worse than simply make her piss herself as I chop off her hair. I’d rather take a blade to her motherfucking throat and let her drown in her own blood.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“She wouldn't say, you know," he comments lightly. "Say what?" I reply. "Why she wanted you to suffer," he says. "It wasn't enough to want you dead. She wanted you to go out in pain.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Oh, I'm going to let Dean do whatever he wants to this fucker. I'm going to watch Braxton peel his face back and dig needles into his muscles. And after that’s all said and fucking done, I’m going to shoot him right in the head like I did Roger Murphy and let Abel piss on his corpse before setting it on fire. More laughter rattles my chest. The devil isn't a little red man, I realize. The devil is in me. He's a vicious, wicked creature. Cruel and oh, I like him. So fucking much.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“What mother could hate her child so much to want this," he answers. My body stills as that new information seeps into my brain. My mind whirls, and before a thought can fully form, a laugh bursts from my lips. My chest shakes. My head aches. But more of it pours from me. One laugh after another until my whole body is rattling against the chair. "She put you up to this?" I ask without really expecting an answer. "She wanted you to make me suffer before you killed me?”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Take a deep breath," he says. "It makes it easier the longer you can hold it. Don't worry, no need for you to count—I’ll do it.” I bare my teeth as he tosses the towel over my face and reaches into my hair with his now free hand, yanking my head back. I don't even have time to take the breath he suggested when cold-ass water hits the towel over my face and quickly seeps through. It hits my mouth, and as I gasp and struggle against my bindings, I choke. Dark gray fabric covers my eyes. The fibers of the towel suck into my mouth as I try to catch my breath, but nothing. No air comes. Just water. Gushes and gushes of water. In my mouth. Over my eyes. Up my nose. Until black dots dance in front of my vision. Until I swear to God, I can taste the ocean in my nostrils.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“You're planning on killing me," I say. He doesn't even deny it. "Yes." "Then, why this?" I jerk my chin up and down. "Do you get off on it? Is it your particular kink? You need to tie your girlfriends up to get hard? I’m not judging. Bondage isn’t really my thing, but I think it all depends on the people you’re with. I’d totally let my boyfriend tie me up,” I say. I can just picture it now. I bet Dean would enjoy that. Tying me to the headboard of his four-poster bed and fucking me long and hard. Or maybe the opposite—me tying him down and riding his face until I come a few dozen times. “You, on the other hand,” I keep going. “Not really my type. So, what’s the safe word?”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“A dark brown brow lifts, and without a word, he leans down and touches the end of the sharp instrument to the corner of my jaw. I freeze as the blade presses into my skin, past the subcutaneous layers, until I feel liquid slipping down the side of my neck. Blood. He grins and drags it forward. Unconsciously, I clench my teeth and have to work to keep the exacerbated pain that twinges from showing in my expression as he continues his cutting path until he stops just before my chin and lifts the blade away.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“My mind tries to catch up with his words, but it’s hard to focus when the room is fading in and out of my vision. I open my mouth to say something, but before a word can come out, a sharp sting stabs my arm. I look over, blinking as I realize a needle is sticking out of my arm, and Ace is standing there with a small smile on his face as he says something to Robert. Whatever he says is lost to me, though, as the rest of the world blinks out of existence.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Ace. My kidnapper’s name is Ace. It both relieves and frightens me to know it. Relieves because when I get out of here, I know exactly who to hunt down first—if he even makes it. And frightens because I have the sneaking suspicion that he tells me for a reason, and I’m not sure I want to find out.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Fear is nothing but the presence of powerlessness.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Without giving him the time, I slam it down again. Only this time, I catch the edge of his pinky finger, and my blade sinks all the way through—right into the wood. His screams take on a new operatic sound. I grin.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“The fire inside turns ice cold, and I slam my knife into his hand and relish in his scream of agony. “Oh god! Stop! Please stop!” “They paid you?” I growl out the question, repeating his words. “Who fucking paid you?”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“roll my eyes. “Brax.” Braxton needs no further commands, he moves forward, like a silent wraith, and suddenly Sergio’s hand is right where I asked it to be. Long cut along the side of his ring finger where a dirty silver wedding band lies.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen

“Nonononono.” He shakes his head, his hand trembling against the surface of the table. Sergio releases a low shout of terror as I bring the edge of the blade down between his fingers with a little more strength, but he doesn’t jerk his hand back—too afraid of being stabbed. I lift and lower the sharp edge of my knife against the table once and then lifting it over the next finger and doing it again. Over and over, the blade lands—each time slamming into the table. Slow, at first, and then faster and faster as time goes on.”
― Lucy Smoke, Stone Cold Queen