Soft Like Thunder Quotes

“man who’ll burn down the world and rebuild it for you.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“Here’s the first rule of bad bitches: we don’t cry over unworthy boys.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“You make it easy to light the match, Tiger. Now watch me make it burn.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“Elena stared down at me, fury pinching her pale brows. “Theo is a pussy-whipped little boy. His ex told me all about him. His dad controls him, and he lets it happen. He seems like a nice guy, but that’s only to get what he wants. If you think that kind of dick is better than you, then you’re not the girl I thought you were back in high school when you intimidated the hell out of every soft boy you passed in the halls.” “She’s sad, El. Let her be sad,” Zadie said. “I’m letting her be sad over her dead friend. I refuse to allow her to cry over Theo fucking Whitlock. He’s hot, but he’s proven himself unworthy. Helen is a warrior. Theo is bullshit.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“I know you think I was born into this life, but I wasn’t. I grew up in government housing where you did not go out at night unless you were wearing gang colors and prepared to defend yourself. I lived there with my pops until Andrew Whitlock swooped in and brought me here so he could trot me around like a prized pony.” “Theo...what?” This was...not expected. At all. That was how closed off he was. He’d given me no inkling he hadn’t grown up here, living with his esteemed dad, in a big house, with no worries or cares except making weight for wrestling.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“Twisting in my seat, I studied her profile. The straight slope of her nose. The pout of her red lips. The stubborn jut of her chin. Every one of her features was so purely Helen. The face that launched a thousand ships. Jesus. She turned suddenly, her gaze whipping over my face in a way that seemed accusatory. Of what, I had no idea. I never got to ask, because the next second, she lunged across the console, and her mouth landed on mine. Hard. Fierce. Her fingers balled my T-shirt while she licked at my lips until they opened from pure instinct and my tongue pushed hers back into her own mouth, twisting around it. This wasn’t sweet. I didn’t know what it was. My mind was two steps behind, and her warm, soft lips on mine refused to let me catch up. But I wasn’t one to let things happen to me without having a say—and that included a sneak attack kiss by a girl I never saw coming. I held her face in my hands, tipped it back, and took her deeper. She moaned, high and tremulous, and I licked the inside of her mouth, tasting that moan, swallowing it down my throat, letting it heat my chest and belly. It was pure Helen.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“Hi, The.” Blondie One reached out and squeezed his hand.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“What do you think you’re doing, Helen?” I whispered beside her ear. She lifted her book in front of her face. “I’m reading, Theodore. Be quiet. We’re in the library.” I dropped my phone on the arm of the chair and clamped my hands on her hips. “The thing is, Little Tiger, I have a girl on my lap, I’m going to think she likes being there and might get ideas.” “Well, your ideas would be wrong. I’m here to study. It’s not my fault you placed yourself under me.” “Helen…” I rumbled, “you’re on my dick, baby.” Her head tilted to the side, giving me a glimpse of the barest smirk ghosting her lips. “Oh, am I? What if your girlfriend sees? I’ve heard she’s a bitch, but is she violent? To be honest, I’m not in the mood to fight.” I brushed a lock of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear, and she stiffened all over. I dragged my fingers down to her jaw, and she jerked her head to the side. “Don’t,” she whispered. “I won’t.” My hand fell back to her hip. She returned her attention to her play. I sighed. I was done for.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“Get out, Theo,” he groused. “This isn’t the projects. Take that trashy attitude with you and don’t let it out the next time I see you. I won’t stand for it.” I rose, thunder reverberating off the walls of my chest. I could take a lot from him, but when he brought up where I grew up with my mother, violence filled my veins. He was lucky I had more self-control over my body than I did my mouth. Damn lucky. Swiveling on my heel, I stalked to the door of his office. Hand on the knob, he called out, “Make sure to contact Miranda. I’ll be checking with her.” I raised a hand, forcing my fingers to straighten from a fist. Then I walked the fuck out, asking myself for the thousandth time since I met Andrew Whitlock on my fifteenth birthday how I could be related to such a dumb fuck.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“He’d parked in the very corner of the lot, far, far away from the lights and other cars. As I approached, I heard the telltale sign of glass breaking. Through the shadows, I spotted a figure standing on the hood, swinging something down on the windshield. A skateboard. My feet stopped moving, stupefied at the sight of Helen, on top of my car, her long hair flowing behind her in the breeze, looking like an angel of vengeance. She swung her skateboard high, bringing it down on the windshield with a crash. It was so crazy, such a ridiculously glorious scene, I barked a loud laugh. She whirled, eyes wide, but not panicked. Our gazes locked, and that got me moving toward her. Why, I didn’t know yet. The second I moved, she did too, running to the edge of the hood. She was a step away from jumping off when I lunged, hooking my arms around her before she could escape. “What’s going on, Little Tiger? Are you getting into trouble again?”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“You spend your time in the dark, looking up at those who kept swimming. And you resent that they can swim while all you do is wallow. The trick is, you could have been up there in the light, but you made a choice to fall down and stay there. Do you understand, my darling Helen?”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“It wasn’t until this moment that I truly understood what she’d meant. I could let my hurt make me miss out on something that could be great. Or I could try again with Theo and risk being hurt again.”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“This is a complicated metaphor. Just tell me what happens when you sink, Mads.” “You spend your time in the dark, looking up at those who kept swimming. And you resent that they can swim while all you do is wallow. The trick is, you could have been up there in the light, but you made a choice to fall down and stay there. Do you understand, my darling Helen?”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder

“Yes, it is. Life is unfair and it can be painful. If you choose to stop instead of swimming on, you’ll sink. Do you know what happens when you sink?”
― Julia Wolf, Soft Like Thunder