Bray Wyatt Quotes Novels & Stories

He fumed “My badd…” Nate managed to say in between his laughs “I bet you’d find it very funny when your friend comes” Wyatt spat and walked out of the caravan

I asked, genuinely curious. “It means no matter how many times life burns you down, you can always rise again,” he said simply, his tone unusually serious. Bree rolled her eyes beside me. “Great, now you’ve gone all philosophical on us.” Bryon smirked and leaned back, picking up his controller again. “Just saying. Maybe you should get one, Octavia. A tattoo might make you look less, you know...innocent.” I raised an eyebrow. “Innocent?”

Bray stepped toward me until he was so close I could smell his minty breath. “What kind of grown-ass man fucks a nineteen-year-old college kid in the back of his car?” I took a step forward. “What kind of man cheats on his wife with a family friend, promotes him to the police chief, then calls his son a fudge packer when what he’s doing is projecting his insecurities on his son?” Bray’s eyes dilated, and his fist balled. “Don’t come here throwing stones at glass houses unless you want yours to get shattered,” I said.

Wyatt is such an ass, he doesn’t deserve to know what are true motives are. “I’m surprised you don’t have more important things to do,” Wyatt says. He grabs the handles of one of the suitcases. Unfortunately the one he grabs is mine. “Whoring around town with your legs open, for instance.” It’s a shitty insult, one that I wouldn’t even take seriously, but all four brothers start to growl. Wyatt rolls his eyes, but I spot the way his shoulders curl inwards too. He’s still afraid of the Hayes’s. Good.

"You're the only one I want—the mountain that makes me retire." Wyatt laughs. "It's so strange being referred to as a mountain." I laugh with him so hard that my jaws hurt. "Hey, don't make fun of my speech—I was trying to be romantic!" "I appreciate it, but you suck at romantic speeches." I can hear the smile in his voice, and then his lips clamp down on mine. Shit. Shit. Shit! I was not ready for that!

“Of course! I need to talk to you about something anyways!” Lakes' words rang through my head. We need to talk. They repeated over and over and over. Until finally she said, “Jay are you there?” Wyatt you gotta answer bubbas. Evans' voice finally broke through to me.

Serene suggested. Wyatt left Serene's house, feeling enlightened by the new perspective. After parking his car, he swiftly entered the building. Inside, he beckoned Dimitry and Misty, and soon, Hazel joined them. Wyatt noticed the atmosphere was tense. Drawing close to Misty, he spoke quietly but firmly, "I'll give your brother a chance to live. But only if I find out he's being manipulated. Otherwise, you won't see him again." His gaze then shifted towards Dimitry, reaffirming a commitment made long ago.

“I have a few things to say before you go.” The moment they were out of Brea’s earshot, he whirled on Cutter. “I’m not obligated to listen to your annoying-ass lecture, especially when it looks like you spent the night cheating on your girlfriend. So fuck off.” Bryant pointed a finger in his face. “Brea is off-limits to you, asshole.” “That’s for her to decide. She’s a grown woman.” “Who’s too naive to know who you really are, so—hey!” the Boy Scout yelled. “Don’t you walk away from me.”

Before I can make any kind of decision, Lillian loops her arm through his, “Come on casanova. At least with your brand you will have time to develop your speaking skills when talking to girls. Sky might even be nice and pretend like you didn’t just stutter your way through that compliment.” Wyatt and I laugh as we veer off to our floor. “He’s never going to live that down, for the rest of his life and he knows it.” Wyatt laughs. I go to protest, but he stops me, “Don’t you dare try and make him feel better. He rarely makes mistakes or is wrong about anything, just give me this one thing to hold over his head, please.” He’s literally begging me. What has my life come to?

He then said while buttering up, “Mr. Lewis, I have some issues here, someone is boasting around here, why don't you come and help out? Okay, okay!” After he ended the call, Wyatt pointed at Harvey arrogantly and rebuked, “You f*cking brat, do you know who Mr. Lewis is? Yup, Zayn Lewis, the one who almost broke your f*cking leg! If you weren’t so lucky this afternoon, you would have been crippled by now, how would you have the chance to boast in front of me? If he doesn’t teach both of you a lesson later, I’ll kneel down before you!”