Sweet Like Poison Quotes

“I wasn’t going to be Elena Sanderson’s knight. Instead, I’d be her castle—the place she retreated when the battles were done. I’d be there to protect her too, but only when she came to me for it. That would take some getting used to, but now that I understood my role, I’d take it by the neck and make it mine.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison

“When I first laid eyes on you, I was in your old dorm, hanging with Helen. You’d charged into the room, and the first thing I’d noticed was your silver-blonde braid. It was like a fucking rope over your shoulder. You looked like Elsa, you know, from Frozen. That was my first thought.” I wanted to turn to look at him again, but he was having none of it. That was okay, though. Now, I knew he never thought my name was Elsa. He just thought I looked like her—which honestly, was adorable. Gah, again with the adorable! “You took off like a rocket,” I said. “Mmm. Didn’t think I liked you.” “Nice.” “I’m sitting here, removing gum from your hair, baby. I think it’s obvious I was wrong.” “Now you like me?” I was fishing, but I wanted him to say it, especially after admitting to not liking me at first glance—which, damn, smarted more than it should have. “Again, I’m removing gum from your hair. Yeah, I like you.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison

“I’d been called a bitch since I first grew tits. I answered to it as readily as my own name.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison

“Sometimes, the ones who look like the good guys aren’t so good. And sometimes, the ones viewed as the villain have the biggest hearts.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison

“He had a point. I obviously hadn’t been thinking with my brain. I was usually a lot more levelheaded than that, but there was something about Elena—beyond the fact that she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes on. She got under my skin, made me forget myself. Those skimpy little lace and silk pajamas and slips she liked to parade around in didn’t help matters. The whole week I’d been building her deck, my palms had itched to slide over the slick material that skated along her curves. The urge to touch her had driven me to distraction. I was lucky I’d walked away from that job with all my digits.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison

“Julien cracked his knuckles one at a time. “I didn’t take you for the type of dude who’d disrespect a woman after he got with her. I stand corrected.” Turning from the beach to peer at him, I sat up straight. “What are you talking about?” He waved a dismissive hand. “Fuck off. You think I didn’t notice her in the house, in your bedroom, when everyone else was away? My leg is jacked, not my eyes and ears. The kitchen will never be the same after the two of you spurted your fluids all over it.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison

“I want you to give a shit about yourself. I want you to be smart enough to know you can’t sit on your porch wearing almost nothing.” His hand balled into a fist next to my head. “Use your damn brain, girl.” I shook my head, enraged he thought he could have any say over what I wore. He had no idea what he was talking about. None. And he definitely didn’t have any right to open his big mouth. “Do you think what I wear or don’t wear will keep me safe? I could have been in a baggy sweat suit and those assholes would have catcalled me. Ask me how I know.” I jabbed at the wall of his chest with my finger. “Layers and layers of clothing won’t keep me safe. A cute summer dress and my ugliest underwear won’t keep me safe. Ask. Me. How. I. Know.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison

“Fair enough. I know the kind of sweet she is. Grew up with it. She’s sweet like poison.” Three things happened at once—because the universe and our electricity grid fucking hated me: I gasped at a volume that wasn’t the least bit discreet, the light flooded both me and the rest of the yard, and my sternum caved in from the force of Lachlan’s judgment. Sweet like poison. …like poison. Poison. They were looking at me. What a picture we were, all of us too stunned to move. Time suspended. Lachlan’s harsh words hung in the air like daggers poised to do serious damage.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison

“If nothing else, this semester would be interesting. The group took up the row behind me. I could practically feel them boring holes in the back of my head. My lips curved at the corners, amused. A lot of people might’ve disliked being hated, but I found power in it—especially since these people hated me for calling them out. They might not have seen it that way, but I knew the truth.”
― Julia Wolf, Sweet Like Poison