Moonstruck Quotes

“I’m a psychopath,” Atticus blurted. The stranger leaned forward, his whisper conspiratorial. “I’m a Scorpio. I still like banging dudes.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Atticus heard himself swallow. “I’m not…prickly.” Jericho snickered. “Freckles, a cactus is tame in comparison.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Fucking Blue could have picked up these clues.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“We live very dangerous lives. If we don’t jump on the things we want when we want them, we might never get to.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“He’d been in a dating slump since his brothers had decided to start mating for life like psychotic penguins.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“I’m not gay,” Atticus managed, sounding unsure even to himself.

The stranger grinned, and Atticus’s stomach did somersaults. “Yeah, but you’re not straight either, are you?”

“I’m a psychopath,” Atticus blurted.

The stranger leaned forward, his whisper conspiratorial. “I’m a Scorpio. I still like banging dudes.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“They don’t call it getting pickled for nothing.” He looked to his father. “The key is to never get sober. You have to make your organs afraid. Make them work with the booze, not against it.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Jesus, please, don’t say all Asians look the same,” Atticus begged. “Die with some fucking dignity.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Levi elbowed him. “We don’t call them that anymore. Show some respect.” Arsen shrugged. “Sorry. What do you call a man roaming the woods looking for sex?”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“O-kay,” Noah said, dragging everyone’s attention away from Avi and Felix. “That was both uncomfortable and highly disturbing, so kudos for that, but how about we get rid of the soon-to-be rotting corpse and figure out what we’re going to do about Dr. McCreepypants and his little shop of hospital horrors? Sound good? Great.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“I think Sarah’s being a bit of a drama queen. Like, Jareth is laying out a pretty solid offer. I mean, she’s the one who sacrificed her own brother during a temper tantrum. How’s he the bad guy?”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“You like mom cars and bow-ties and submitting in bed. I’m here for it.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“He was the adult. They were all adults, really, but still. He was the adultiest of the adults at thirty.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Wait, you said one. Does that mean there’s a two? And does this two have anything to do with why your brother and Noah are crashing our anniversary?” Atticus rolled his eyes. “They’re not, I promise. I just needed them to…babysit your present.” “Babysit my present?” Jericho repeated slowly. Atticus grinned. “You’ll see.” Jericho studied Atticus’s face. “Did you, like, adopt a baby without telling me? I think we’ve already got a full house at home.” “Yes, I adopted an infant and asked my brother and his fiancé to drive it out to the middle of the woods so I could present it to you in our murder cabin as a surprise.” When Jericho continued to stare, Atticus laughed.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“You won’t miss,”
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“Mutually assured destruction guaranteed loyalty. At least in the Mulvaney household.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“I watched you cut a guy’s fingers off during a racist game of Jeopardy. I guess I thought there was a cone of silence thing happening here.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“He needed to know that Atticus was as territorial as he was, as fucked up over him as he was over Atticus. That he’d kill for him. Die for him. That this obsessive compulsion was a two-way street. That there was some kind of unspoken agreement that the only way out of this relationship—no matter how fucked up—was if one of them stopped breathing.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Trevor screamed like a topless girl in a seventies horror movie as another finger fell to his stupidity.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“He needed to know that Atticus was as territorial as he was, as fucked up over him as he was over Atticus. That he’d kill for him. Die for him. That this obsessive compulsion was a two-way street. That there was some kind of unspoken agreement that the only way out of this relationship – no matter how fucked up – was if one of them stopped breathing.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“But mostly, I believe it because I’m pretty sure you’re in love with me.” Jericho swore he could see Atticus’s pulse fluttering in his throat. He flicked his tongue out to lick over his lower lip. “Pretty sure?” Jericho shrugged. “It could just be wishful thinking.” “You want me to be in love with you?” Atticus asked, suspicious. Jericho should have known Atticus would never put himself out there like that. “I mean, I’d hate to think I’m in this alone.” Atticus’s breath left him in a whoosh, like it had been punched from his lungs. “You…love me?” Jericho shook his head. “Was there ever a doubt?”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Don’t think of it as dying, think of it as being scrapped for parts.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“As Jericho turned over the engine, Atticus asked, “Why do you think my dad—Thomas—got it wrong? Why do you think I’m not a psychopath?”

“A lot of reasons. Because you felt for me after Lucas…did what he had to do. Because you worry so much about what others think about you. Because you embarrass easily, get flustered easily, you love being touched, being praised.” Those were all true, but it wasn’t the real reason he thought Thomas had gotten it wrong. “But mostly, I believe it because I’m pretty sure you’re in love with me.”

Jericho swore he could see Atticus’s pulse fluttering in his throat. He flicked his tongue out to lick over his lower lip. “Pretty sure?”

Jericho shrugged. “It could just be wishful thinking.”

“You want me to be in love with you?” Atticus asked, suspicious.

Jericho should have known Atticus would never put himself out there like that. “I mean, I’d hate to think I’m in this alone.”

Atticus’s breath left him in a whoosh, like it had been punched from his lungs. “You…love me?”

Jericho shook his head. “Was there ever a doubt?”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Jericho kissed him again. “Good. ‘Cause I have no problems killing to protect what’s mine. I’m sure you know that by now.”

Atticus slipped his thigh between Jericho’s, snuggling closer to tuck his head against his chest. “I know. I don’t like killing, but I’d kill for you, too.”

Jericho’s stomach fluttered. “I know, Freckles. I know.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Technically, he was still in the closet, swearing that this was just a phase, that he wasn’t gay. Jericho had been gay for a long time, and what they were doing felt pretty fucking gay.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Did Jericho want to…date Atticus? Dating seemed such a weak word for something that stemmed from death and exploded in passion every time they were within two feet of each other. Jericho wanted to own Atticus. To keep him. To protect him. He wanted to be his safe place to land. Wanted Atticus to be as vulnerable out of the bedroom as he was inside it.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Why is it so hard to believe I have a…friend?”

“Okay, then. I thought you were at the morgue with your ‘friend,’” August said, hooking his fingers at the word friend.

“No. Don’t do that. No air quotes around friend.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“Adam scoffed. “Dad was day-drinking. Fucking Blue could have picked up these clues.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“His brother, the boys—they were like when people go through war together. They had bonds nothing could touch. They had family, but most of their scars were homegrown. Blood didn’t mean shit to them. He cared about the people who stuck.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck

“You’re covered in blood,” Felix noted.

Jericho snorted. “Yeah, kind of a hazard of the job.”

Felix scoffed. “Yeah, but you’re also wearing that weird smug, smirky look you only get whenever you get laid, and since you were in an abandoned cabin with Trevor the perv, we’re…alarmed.” He flicked his hand dramatically.

“Alarmed,” Jericho echoed.

Arsen leaned in, his tone conspiratorial. “Did you fuck Trevor the perv, Coe?"

Felix pulled a face. “I’m just hoping he fucked him before he killed him, not after. Once you cross that line, you don’t come back.”

Jericho tried to follow their dizzying thought process, but before he could formulate a response, Nico and Levi arrived. Fuck. Levi looked like a wanted poster had fucked a tattoo model. His inky dark hair fell in his face, and he sucked on a Dum-Dum lollipop. Nico’s springy blond curls hung in his face. He looked surprisingly angelic for somebody who was such a little monster.

“What’s up? Why’s everybody looking so constipated?” Levi asked.

“Coe fucked Trevor the perv,” Arsen said, as if this was fact and not their wild speculation.

Levi wrinkled his nose. “That dude was gay? Or was he, like”—he mimed a blowjob—“trying to bribe his way out of it?”

Jericho’s face contorted at the idea of a blowjob from greasy ass Trevor, but they paid him no mind.

Nico also looked disgusted. “What the fuck, man? Like, I get it. Who hasn’t wanted to fuck somebody they killed or kill somebody they fucked? But it’s a slippery slope, man.”

“This is what I told him,” Arsen said, shaking his head. “Once you cross that line…”

“Jesus Christ. I didn’t fuck Trevor the perv. I killed Trevor the perv,” Jericho said, walking around the four of them to head to his office, attempting to close the door behind him. His brother caught it and swung it back open.

“If you didn’t fuck Trevor, then who was it? And don’t lie and say it didn’t happen. Your after orgasm glow never lies,” Arsen said, flopping down into a chair hard enough to rock it back dangerously far before it righted itself.

“I—” Jericho shook his head. “I ran into a guy.”

“With your dick?” Levi asked.

Nico’s brows knitted together. “In the middle of the woods?”

“Like, a homeless man in the woods? A… What’s the word? A hobo?” Arsen asked.

Levi elbowed him. “We don’t call them that anymore. Show some respect.”

Arsen shrugged. “Sorry. What do you call a man roaming the woods looking for sex?”

“A lie,” Felix said, his mouth set in a hard line. “No way my brother banged some hot, sweaty lumberjack in the woods. That’s not his type.” His long, elegant fingers trailed over his collarbones, a slow smile spreading along his face as his brother seemed to get lost in his own lumberjack fantasy.

“I—”

“There’s nothing in the woods but animals and Sasquatch,” Nico said.

“Sasquatch?” Levi parroted.

Nico nodded. “Yeah, you know. Bigfoot.”

“Did you fuck Bigfoot?” Levi asked, pulling the lollipop from his mouth with a pop.”
― Onley James, Moonstruck