The Bad Boy Quotes

“Tell me to fucking stop right now, or my cum will fill your cunt up past your fucking cervix.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“When I broke our kiss, Blaise cupped my chin and gently glided his thumb across my lower lip. We stared at each other for a few moments, and then Blaise pulled his hand away to reach into my backpack. He pulled out a pen and slid the manuscript toward me.
“Title our story, Vera,” he whispered.
I took the pen from his hand, stared down at the words that meant so much to me, and wrote, The Bad Boy.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“You’re not leaving yet.”
“No,” I said, taking my backpack back and unzipping it. “I wanted to, um…” I thrust my hand into my backpack and gripped a stack of what must’ve been three hundred double-spaced and double-sided papers. I pulled them out and handed them to him. “To give this to you, as a… housewarming gift.”
Blaise arched a brow and slid onto one of the stools beside me. “What is it?”
I glanced down at my feet, heart pounding inside my chest. “It’s the story that I’ve been writing… about us. It’s our story. It’s not finished yet. I still have to write the last chapter, but I wanted you to read it.”
With brown eyes so big, Blaise peered over at me. “You wrote a story about us?”
Somehow my cheeks burned even hotter. “Yeah, I did. And I plan on publishing it one day because I love us so fucking much.” I moved closer to him, so I stood between his legs, and then I grabbed his face. “And I love you more than I ever thought I could. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Blaise Harleen.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“Sometimes, the villain of our stories escaped alive.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“There was so much that I wanted to tell him, so much that he needed to hear. I didn’t just love that boy. Blaise Harleen was everything to me. Blaise Harleen had given me confidence and happiness and so much fucking love that my insides exploded with warmth every time I was with him. I love him, I mouthed to myself, wishing he could hear me. “I fucking love him.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“She giggled. And if an old lady giggling wasn’t the cutest fucking thing in the world, I didn’t know what was.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“You living with Vera now?”
“Yeah, so keep your fucking hands off her.”
“She’s like a sister to me,” he said, taking another long drag. “Plus, I got a girl.”
“You got a girl?” I snorted. “Who is dumb enough to date you?”
“Why don’t you ask your fucking mom? She’ll tell you how good I give it.”
“My mom wouldn’t fuck you. You don’t have any money.”
João chuckled. “That’s fucking depressing.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“Is this about birth control?” she whispered so the boys wouldn’t hear us in the living room.
My eyes widened. “No.”
God, I wished that it were. It’d be a whole lot easier to ask her about that.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“I fucking love you, Vera Rodriguez. I always will.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“I love you,” I whispered, tangling my fingers into his hair.
He thrust into me deeper.
“I love you.”
Another deep thrust, nearly sending me over the edge.
“I love you so—”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“Tell me that you love me again,” he mumbled against my lips. “I want to hear you say it again and again and again, Sunshine.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“I love you,” he murmured over and over and over. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“Fuck,” he mumbled against me, biting down softly on my shoulder. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for someone to say those words to me and actually mean it. You’re all I fucking care about, Sunshine. All that I’ll ever care about.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“Never in a million freaking years had I thought someone would say those words to me. I had been alone for so long, throwing myself into love story after love story and wishing that I could find someone to love me as much as my characters loved each other.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Sunshine, but I can’t get enough of you. You’ve been the only person there for me, the only person who truly cares.”
“Blaise, I…”
“I know you want me to take it back and act like the same guy I was toward you that first day in World History, but I can’t. I don’t want to take it back. I fucking love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. You’re the best damn thing that’s happened to me.”
This wasn’t a character saying this in one of my stories. This was real.
“You don’t have to say it back right now.” He took my hand in his and gently kissed my knuckles. “I promise I’ll wait until whenever you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere. So, if you want to run out of here, scared shitless, then you have another thing—”
My chest exploded with warmth. I turned onto my stomach, gently gripped his chin in my hand, and kissed him deeply, passion completely overtaking me. “I love you too.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“I… I didn’t…” he stuttered for a couple moments, stumbling aimlessly over his words until he finally pressed his lips together and stared at me even more seriously this time. “I love you, Vera.”
Blaise Harleen loves me? Me?”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“God,” he whispered, pushing strands of hair out of my face. While he had been smiling and laughing only a moment ago, his face was now relaxed, completely with no strain, only… awe. He parted his lips and brushed the pad of his thumb across my cheek. “I fucking love you.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“God, that was a rush.”
I’d needed that after this week.
When he didn’t find anything, he pulled me to a seated position and cracked a smirk. “A rush, huh? You scared me to fucking death.”
“What’d you think, that I’d died?” I asked, laughter dying down.
He chuckled like a doofus with a huge grin and leaned back on his hands. “No, I just…” His laughter died down slowly, and he stared at me deeper than he ever had before, almost enough to make me insecure, like he was looking at every bit of me—the good and the bad.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“And after what happened with Allie and Jace today, I was so thankful that I had someone like Blaise by my side. If anyone had blasted my writing all over Redwood before I started talking to Blaise, I would’ve actually died.
Like literally.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“After glancing back down at our hands, he smiled. Yes, smiled—and not one of those infamous smirks either. He squeezed my hand tighter and turned toward the building, tugging me toward it.
Blaise Harleen, Redwood’s bad boy, didn’t hold anyone’s hand in public.
Except mine now.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“It’s okay,” he said, as if he was about to pull his hand away. “I don’t mind.”
“No.” I squeezed his hand tighter and glanced up at him. “Please, don’t let go again.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“While I might not want Redwood’s attention, Blaise was the only person who I trusted to get me through this town’s wrath. He had done so much more for me than anyone I had ever known.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“And in that moment, I finally felt like I belonged, like I had people who cared about me for me. Not for my family’s money. Not for my family’s power. Not because they had to act like they cared. Vera and her family actually truly cared for me.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“I never thought that I’d ever find people who’d do anything for me, who’d want to be around me, who didn’t care what everyone else thought. I never thought that I’d find a family like this.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“They had barely known me for more than a month, and now, they wanted me to stay with them because I had nowhere else to go. My family would never do something like that. They would never even let it cross their minds.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“So desperate for my cum. So desperate for me.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“Don’t play with me, V. You’re going to read me the new story that you’re writing, and I’m going to finger this wet pussy until you’re begging to come. Understand?”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“You don’t like PDA yet, but, God”—he grunted—“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“Fucking finally get to see you.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy

“I didn’t want him to know that I was writing a story about us. I didn’t know what would happen next, and I didn’t want it to end. I hoped that our story would be as beautiful as the fictional ones that I wrote about, where the girl always got the guy, no matter what the problems they faced. I wanted us to be as happy as those couples one day.
I wanted to be as happy as those girls because I had never been before.
I didn’t want to jinx us.”
― Emilia Rose, The Bad Boy