Losers Quotes

“Do you remember what I used to tell you?” Manson said. “When we were teenagers and we’d drive out here to talk about shit…you’d tell me you didn’t want to see another day…” I remembered that, of course I did. I remembered the despair I felt, the pain we shared, how hopeless I’d been. “If you can get through the night, you’ll see the sun again,” I said, repeating the words he’d told me back then. “Keep chasing the next sunrise.” I closed my eyes as I exhaled. “The night feels really fucking dark, Manson, but I’m still chasing sunrises.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“I wanted to ride this man like a goddamn rollercoaster and then take his friends for a spin too.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“Absolutely. I love all those bastards, obviously, but love is a little different with every person you share it with. Sometimes it’s passionate and romantic, or deep and platonic, or any combination in between. A lot of people don’t understand it, but I don’t need anyone’s understanding. I accepted that a long time ago”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“Manson would wait for you in the dark and you’d never see him coming; while Lucas would come in broad daylight, smash your windows out, and set your house on fire.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“If a guy couldn’t play with my masochism as enthusiastically as he played with my pleasure, then I didn’t want it. There simply wasn’t a nice way to tell your mother that you wanted a guy who could spank you as well as he could fuck. A man who was as comfortable with whips and chains as he was at candlelit dinners. Someone who wasn’t afraid to take control but wasn’t going to make the relationship feel like a cage.

Laroux, Harley. Losers: Part I (p. 34). Kindle Edition.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“The night feels really fucking dark, but I'm still chasing sunrises.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“There was probably a psychology student out there who could write their entire thesis studying my horny brain.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“I felt like I was being left behind. He was able to do what I couldn’t, and although he kept trying to drag me along with him, I still lived with the fear that eventually he’d fix himself and I’d still be broken.”
― Harley LaRoux, Losers: Part I

“Sounds like compersion,” he said. “It’s when you feel happy for someone else’s happiness. Like when Vincent flirts with you, I know he’s enjoying himself and enjoying your company. So it makes me happy.” “I had no idea there was a word for that,” I said. “It’s like the opposite of jealousy.” “Yeah, it’s like that. Finding joy in other people’s joy. That’s part of why the four of us get along so well. We really want to see each other happy.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“Girl, we broke into your house, shoved ice up your ass, and fucked you over your mother’s kitchen table. Eat some goddamn cookies.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“Spanking and handcuffs felt acceptably kinky, even a little trendy. But there were fetishes for stalking, kidnapping, and captivity, all of which had me practically shivering with desire. They fell under the umbrella of “consensual non-consent,” which involved the submissive person roleplaying that they weren’t willing. All of it got a five out of five from me.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“I whimpered as I obeyed. Lucas leaned close, and spat Manson’s cum into my mouth. It dripped down my chin, too much for me to take. It was disgusting — God, it was so hot. It was truly repulsive — it made me shiver with ecstasy.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“I had a thing for spanking, undeniably. But telling partners I liked to be spanked usually resulted in a few little smacks during sex and nothing more. It was hard to find the words to explain that I didn’t want a swat; I wanted a fully-fledged, bent over, legs kicking, doubting-my-own-endurance spanking.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“There simply wasn’t a nice way to tell your mother that you wanted a guy who could spank you as well as he could fuck. A man who was as comfortable with whips and chains as he was at candlelit dinners. Someone who wasn’t afraid to take control but wasn’t going to make the relationship feel like a cage.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“That’s why the ladies call me Daddy Longlegs,”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“You need someone to punish you properly, fuck you good, and care about you enough not to let you hang out with friends who will stab you in the back the first chance they get.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“I think we’re all hypocrites, in one way or another. As we grow up and figure out who we are, sometimes our thoughts change before our behavior does. It’s not pretty, and it can be fucked up, but we’re not perfect.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“Normal people didn’t do that. Maybe normal people were boring.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“What do you do when you love someone so goddamn much that you’ll let them hurt you and even let them destroy you? Just hoping they’ll love you back? Hoping you’ll earn it?”
― Harley Laroux, The Losers: Part One

“Violence was like an infection inside me that I couldn’t dig out. I couldn’t fight something that was in my blood, seared into my brain through years of repeated exposure. I couldn’t change the mold I’d been formed by, and failure felt inevitable.”
― Harley Laroux, The Losers: Part One

“We stood exactly eye-to-eye. Same height. Same build. The same blood in our veins that made me want to cut them open and bleed them out, if only to be rid of any trace of him.”
― Harley Laroux, The Losers: Part One

“There were parts of myself that only existed because people wanted them, parts of me designed entirely to please people who didn’t even care in the end. I’d thought it would be easier that way, but it didn’t feel easy at all. It felt like I’d ripped myself in two pieces and couldn’t make any of the edges match up again.”
― Harley Laroux, The Losers: Part One

“Use me. Fuck me. Show me that I can’t ever get away from you.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“Please, fucking hurt me,”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“I need you to hurt me. Control me.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“I don’t want a single fucking day to go by that you don’t have one of us filling you up. You should always feel us inside you, dripping down your thighs, every hole aching…”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“God, you feel like heaven.” Manson’s voice was tight, breathless.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“Come for me, angel,” he said, his cock punishing me, driving me relentlessly toward my peak. “Come on my cock.”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I

“Such a good girl, you look so fucking sexy…”
― Harley Laroux, Losers: Part I