It Ends With Violence Quotes

“Scythe practically crowed with pride. I want her name tattooed on me like that. I did too. There was a beauty in the mutilation. Or perhaps it was just beautiful to me because it was her name, and everything about her was beautiful.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“I don’t know which of you is the father!” “It’s me,” Scythe said. “No doubt.” War rolled his eyes. “I’ve had more sex with her than you have. It’s definitely mine.” “Don’t count me out,” Nash complained. “It’s all about timing, not quantity.” Scythe eyed him doubtfully. “Dude, your swimmers are so ancient, they’re probably still hobbling along with walking canes.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“bit my lip to hide my smile, but War leaned over. “Fuck, I missed you.” He touched his lips to Scythe’s. It started as a playful, nipping kiss, but it was only moments before they deepened it, tongues stroking together as the two of them fell back against the couch. “Bliss,” Scythe groaned, pulling away. “Get over here and join the reunion.” I shuffled over so I was”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“He popped a couple of pills when he was done and sat with his arms propped behind his head. “So. What’d I miss? I hear we do foursomes now?”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“hellhole he made.” Nash’s voice was closer this time, right up behind me, his warm body against my back and his mouth at my ear. “I wasn’t going to try to stop you. I just came to bring you a lighter.” He pressed the small piece of plastic into my hand, and I stared down at it. So innocent-looking, until you realized what it was truly capable of. A little like me.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“War’s gaze dipped to my mouth and then back up to my eyes. Confusion flickered in his. “Scythe?” I let him go. The hope in his voice gutted me. It was the same hope my mother held in hers. Always hoping her favorite would come back. War was no different.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“He said them slowly, like he hated every word and was forcing each one between his teeth. “I’m marrying Siren.” From the bed, and the tiny frail woman in it, came a croak, barely louder than a whisper but full of fury. “Like hell you will.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“Scythe eyed him doubtfully. “Dude, your swimmers are so ancient, they’re probably still hobbling along with walking canes.” He put on an old man voice. “Does anyone see the egg? I left my glasses in the other testicle.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“I’m not going anywhere. That baby is mine, even if it comes out wearing a flannel shirt or holding a teeny-tiny baby-sized knife.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“I’m not killing her. I’ve thought about it a million times since I found out what she did, but I can’t.” “I’ll do it! Pick me! Pick me!” We both glared at Scythe, and he sat back down grumpily. “Fun wreckers.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“You don’t have to kill her,” I whispered. “Uh, yeah, he does,” Scythe called out gaily. “She tried to kill you. If he doesn’t kill her, I will.” He clapped his hands together. “I don’t know about all of you, but I’m in the mood for a good old-fashioned drowning. Take her out to sea and make her walk the gangplank!” I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to the way murder delighted him. I loved the man, but he truly had a screw loose. “You aren’t killing her on my behalf. I’m fine. War is fine. She made a mistake, and maybe instead of going straight to murder, you could try compassion.” Scythe screwed up his face. “That’s a big word, Bliss. I don’t have my dictionary with me, so I think I’ll stick with the murder plan.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“and… Actually, probably best I don’t tell you. You get longer in jail for premeditated murder. Better I just see where my whims take me in the moment.” War shook his head. “You aren’t going back to that jail. We only just got you back.” “Ye of little faith, Warrick. Ye of little faith.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“War and Vincent…” Nash kissed my cheek. “I know what I’m signing up for, Bliss. I don’t care. I just want you. If you’re a package deal, then I’ll learn to love them too.” 17 REBEL On a desk chair that was doubling as my wheelchair, I zoomed around Bliss’ office, checking things off my to-do list. I’d already straightened up the furniture that had been shoved aside by the police, and I’d picked up everything off her shelves that had been rifled through and thrown on the floor. Now I was up to repair work. Armed with a tube of putty, I diligently patched bullet holes in her dusky-pink walls. “You do realize you aren’t supposed to be slapping that stuff”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“What? I can’t help it. I’m forty. I want kids and I want them with you. I’ll wait ’til you’re ready, but I’m done holding back. I’m all in, Bliss. I want to be your man. Your husband. The father of your babies.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“How do you know?” “Because you love him.” I froze. “Who?” “Scythe.” What the fuck kind of delirious mind game was this? “He says to tell you he loves you too.” I crumpled beneath his words. He didn’t sound like the Vincent I’d fallen for. Something was off. Different. But his words still meant something.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“I’d been fucking happy. Pressed between his hard body and Bliss’ softer one. I wanted that back. And I fucking hated him for ruining it.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“the gangplank just now?”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence