Riley Quotes

“Be gentle with him, Mercy. He's got a heart as big as Texas— he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to do the same for him.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“You trying to make me crazy?”
“Everyone needs a hobby.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“Nothing says you care for me better than offering to torture my enemies."

He grinned. "No sense doing things halfhearted. And to think, some girls have to endure listening to poetry.”
― Maria V. Snyder, Outside In

“Don't pull any shit because you want to show off.”

“Wait a second.” She looked down then back up. “Nope, I haven't grown a cock in the last few minutes. I have no need to prove whose is bigger.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“One thing I've always wondered—why did you enter that bikini contest when you were a teenager?”
Her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “How far back did you trace me?”
“Far enough.” A pause. “You didn't answer my question.”
“And you didn't turn into a puff of smoke and disappear. The world is full of disappointments.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“I have something for you.”
“Yeah? What? Is it shiny?”
They both waited until Indigo had jogged away before resuming their conversation. “So,” Riley asked, “what have you got for me?”
Taking his hand, she placed it palm-down over her heart. It would hurt like a bitch, she thought, but he was hers to protect as much as she was his. “Me.” And she opened up her soul, laid herself bare.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“My fur is silky, damn it.”
― Gena Showalter, Unraveled

“You said I could pet you as long as I liked.”
“Didn't say I wouldn't try to fuck you in the middle of the petting.”
Her eyes snapped up to meet his. “That's feline logic. You're a wolf.”
“I'm learning from the best.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“You can’t change the past, it just is”
― Alyson Noel, Blue Moon

“Riley knelt down, clasping the fur at the back of her neck. “You’re fucking bruised all down your back. Why the hell didn’t you tell me it hurt?”

Because it didn’t at the time, genius.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“I assume you have a reason for manhandling my mate?” Cool words but his amusement was apparent.

“Riley likes Mercy,” she stage-whispered, trying to twist around to look at her mate. “But she told him that h—oomph.” Riley set her on her feet without warning.

She swayed, but Judd's hands on her hips kept her upright. Pushing her hair off her face, she leaned into her sexy Psy mate and smirked at Riley. “Sooo...”

“Judd.” Riley ignored her. “You're obviously not interesting enough for my sister—she's got way too much time to poke her nose into other people's business.”

Judd wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin on her hair. “I'm more interested in you and Mercy.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“He turned, throwing over hi shoulder, ”And if he growls at you, even once, he’s out. He looks wild.”
I am, Riley snapped inside her head.
Do not laugh, she thought to herself.
Her dad paused at the door. “Where does it stay while you’re at school?”
It. Nice. “Outside.”
“You could be inviting flees into our home, Mary Ann.”
No. Laughing. “He’s clean, Dad. I swear. But if I spot a single little bug, I’ll bathe him.”
That could prove interesting, Riley said.”
― Gena Showalter, Unraveled

“Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.”
― Alyson Noel, Evermore

“A hand in her hair, wrenching back her head. "What's my name?"

She scratched trails down his back. He didn't even wince. "My name, kitty. Say my name."

"Mr. Mud Stick, Muddie for short," she said, even as she rubbed herself against the hard thrust of his denim-covered erection, the roughness of the fabric an exquisite sensation. She would've liked naked skin even more, but he wasn't budging.

"Say it, or no cock for you today."

Her mouth fell open. "Fuck you."

"You'll be doing that shortly.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“I don't need a mate,” she muttered, staring up at the bright circle of the early autumn moon. “But can't you send me a nice, sexy, strongmale to dance with? Pretty please?” She hadn't had a lover for close to eight months now, and it was starting to hurt on every level. “He doesn't even have to be smart, just good between the sheets.” Good enough to unsnap the tension in her body, allow her to function again. Because sex wasn't simply about pleasure for a cat like her—it was about affection, about trust, about everything good. “Though right this second, I'd take plain old hot sex.”

That was when Riley walked out of the shadows. “Got an itch, kitty?”

Snapping to her feet, she narrowed her eyes, knowing he had to have deliberately stayed downwind in order to sneak up on her. “Spying?”

“When you're talking loud enough to wake the dead?”

She swore she could feel steam coming out her ears.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“You almost died.”

“But you brought me back.”

She cupped his face in her hands. “I always knew you were there. Death didn't have a chance against the Wall.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her.
Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this:
Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place?
Witch: Go suck yourself.
Riley: Maybe later. Meeting?
Witch: Enjoy death.
Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part.
Witch: May I recommend a finger?
Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands.”
― Gena Showalter, Unraveled

“Ozymandias controls not only the dead, but the living. He works the dark magics, and it is said he knows the paths between the worlds and walks them without fear. He wields the-"
"Stop! In English, okay?""
"In English?" she asked, throwing the empty wineglass into the picnic basket. Riley nodded.
"You're in serious shit.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken

“Mine,” he whispered against my mouth. He kissed me again. “You are mine.”
In the shadows I stared into the eyes of a vampire, grazed his mouth with my finger. “No, you‟re mine.”
― Elle Jasper, Afterlight

“The guy behind the counter had been seriously adorable. Model-level cute. She had mentioned that, and Allan, her then boyfriend, hadn't taken it well.

That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.”
― Jana Oliver, Forsaken

“riley: give me a romantic comedy any day.
rhoan: your jest a girly-girl at heart, arent you?
riley: takes one to know one, bro.”
― Keri Arthur

“Smiling, she went for his throat and almost had him, when—using a move that was all sorts of illegal—he flipped her again so her front pressed into the leaf-laden ground, her wrists still locked in his iron grip and pinned above her head. “Cheater.”
“So says the woman who tried to kick my balls into my throat,” he pointed out, even as he licked the salt off the skin of her neck in a lazy and highly provocative move.”
― Nalini Singh, Branded by Fire

“Despite the fact that he no longer dressed like the big dork he did then, despite the fact that he’d swapped the nerd wear for some
much cooler clothes, despite the fact that he’d let his hair go all shaggy and loose to the point where it curved down into his face in that
cool guy, slightly windswept, effortless way, despite the fact that every time I looked into his brilliant blue eyes I was totally reminded of
the Zac Efron poster that used to hang on my old bedroom wall, it still didn’t make it okay for him to laugh at me the way he did.”
― Alyson Noel, Shimmer

“Aw, man. I’d just shot an angel in the face.I made my way into the foyer and sat down on the stairs. I glanced up at the big old grandfather clock. It was going on ten. My folks would be home soon.
“How was your evening, honey?”
“Killed an angel.”
“Well, isn’t that nice.”
That wasn’t happening. Daddy never liked guns in the first place, Mother just pretended to. I was so grounded.”
― Adrienne Kress, Outcast

“He rambled.
Oh boy, did he ramble.
He rambled in a way that was nothing but
a bunch of bippidy blah blah to my ears.
Rambled in a way that made my head go
all dizzy and squeezy.”
― Alyson Noel , Dreamland

“The others started forward, and I gave them a sharp look. "Don't move!" I snapped, and thankfully, they froze. "Stay right there, both of you," I insisted, holding out an arm, the universal gesture of let's all calm the fuck down. "Everyone relax.”
― Julie Kagawa, Rogue

“I swallowed, feeling something inside me respond, a rush of warmth spreading through my veins. My own dragon, calling to Riley's, like he was her other half.”
― Julie Kagawa, Rogue

“Who are you?” asked Riley

The girl let out her breath and Riley did not
see what she was holding. The the girl raised
both eyebrows.

“That's good” she whispered to herself.

Riley could still hear her.

“What's good?” Riley asked the girl; she shook
her head letting pieces of dirt and loose strands
of hair fly out of her ponytail.
Nothing, never mind.”

She said, still not answering Riley's question.

Riley let out a hard sigh.

“Both of your answers don’t answer my questions.”

Riley said, angry the girl wrinkled her nose.

“Sorry, I am Abby, a worldwide fugitive, how I am
alive I do not know.”

Riley's eyebrows raised at the mere senses “I am
Abby a worldwide fugitive.”
― Abigail Bostic

“So, do you remember anything about your par-.”

Riley started but Abby cut her off.

“I thought you said you were going to stop
asking about my parents.” declared Abby

“I was then asked a new question...”

Abby stopped, and Riley was about ten feet
from her when she knotted Abby stopped Riley
spun towed her.

“You good?” asked Riley.

“Just... listen, I was five when they died, and I don’t
remember them very much." replied Abby.

Riley opened her mouth to say something but
closed it just as fast, Abby chuckled.

“Funny thing is, I do not even remember their
names, where they lived, my birthday, if I
have any family members still alive...or how my
parents died. Ok, there, that is all I know, now stop
asking, do not forget I have a gun and a knife still
on me so do not make me mad.” Abby said.”
― Abigail Bostic

“She might go by Abby, sounds familiar.”

Riley still did not say anything.

“The worldwide fugitive, the orphan that
left the orphanage at age fourteen, ringing
any bells?” Selah”
― Abigail Bostic