Best 21 quotes in «succubus quotes» category

How come when mortals want things, their only option is to make a deal with Hell and sell their soul? Why can’t they make deals with God in exchange for good behavior?" It was another of those rare moments when I’d surprised Carter. I waited for the glib answer I’d mentioned to Seth, something along the lines of goodness being its own reward. The angel considered for several seconds. "Humans make those deals all the time," he said finally. "They just don’t make them with God." "Then who are they making them with?" I exclaimed. "Themselves.

Exactly," said Maddie. "What’s your favorite flavor?" "I bet I can guess," said Simone. "Chocolate." "Strawberry," said Maddie. Losers. It was vanilla. "Vanilla,” said Seth.

I didn’t ask for your help,” I muttered, too exhausted to properly argue. “So fuck you.” An alarm bell went off in my head and I bit back a sigh. I swore I sensed the mischievous grin that inevitably crossed his lips. “I already did you.” It was going to be a long drive.

He swayed side-to-side, fighting against my compulsion.   I smiled sweetly, leaning in and grazing my nail across his cheek. “You understand?” Skin contact made it solid. His shock melted into a gooey grin. J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 173-175).

It is hard to describe to you but I swear it was a fearsome sight. There were not eyes to speak of, but chasms that saw into its dark depths. A shade of a mouth full with phantom teeth. There seemed to be a skull shifting in and out of form beneath the black. Bound together by an unspeakable evil.

It's a Christmas miracle. I had no tree. Now I have a forest.

I jerked my phone out of my pocket and took a sharp left to follow the bold green line. I didn't fail to notice my walking icon had been replaced with a bicycle. Stupid Google. Doesn't have a "Succubus on Steroids" setting. J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 1198-1199).

My watch buzzed and told me I had ten minutes left to live. I turned my wrist to glance at it. Yep. This sucks. J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 28-29).

If he slept, he dreamt of the woman with the icy white irises. She exploded planes, swallowed oceans and crumpled skies in her palm in his dreams. Sometimes she and the green-eyed girl were one. At other times, the green-eyed girl was alone, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. At all times he could hear the woman’s cold, low laughter. It swept across his consciousness like a hailstorm. When he woke up, he thought he was going mad.

It's Dana! She's back early." He ran his hand frantically over Mitch's neat, blonde hair. "What's she want? What's she doing here? "Maybe she wants Reese's pot back" "This is my chance! She's here alone. She wants me. Quick." He yanks my arm and dragged me to the stairs. I cried out in suprise. "Get out of sight. Throw that away." "I'm not throwing this away! Besides, you don't think she'll notice that your whole fucking house smells like this? Jesus. Your pupils are the size of her granny panties. Virtuous or not, she isn't stupid.

Silvia, with her long gorgeous hair sprawled across the pillow, was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. Her breasts bunched up like they were stuck in a corset made by Derek’s weight, the good bits hidden by his muscular arm. I’d gotten more than an eyeful in the mystical aura of the Blood Stone, but craved to see if she was really that perfect in the stark reality of dawn. Derek closed his eyes, settling around his wife with a satisfied sigh and his arm slipped. My heart leapt and I bit my lip. Yep. Definitely perfect. J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 1050-1054).

Some men call her cyanide For she'll cause and take your pain. To others she's the devil Or the quest for true love's bane, And, to those less lucky, She's called their ball and chain.

Maxine wouldn’t appreciate a visit from a succubus, especially one being tracked by a detective. But I didn’t have a choice. I needed help. Even if that meant getting help from a nun. J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 193-194).

Secrets are dark things. They don’t exist in the light. They glow faintly in forgotten corners, in mysterious mind-nooks, in lost memory maps. Secrets are the shadows of the soul.

This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.

The mirror sighed and spoke in a tone tinged with melancholy. Its language was old and not of any of the worlds known or unknown. What you dream, what you darkly desire, Find it by trial or by fire. Seek it high and seek it low, Search the skies or the realms below. Look everywhere but beware, The deepest magic, the strongest spell Will not change what the stars foretell.

The knowledge that life is finite was always in the back of my mind.

Your goal is to take years off people's lives, but not like this.

To her you're just a play thing; she'll make you out to be a king, then she'll set fire to your throne.

Seth told us good night and left. I watched him go wistfully. “Anyone else here feel like swooning?

We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts.