Bronte Quotes Novels & Stories

“Hell no, we have not been able to go out in two months. We have to go out.” “We, who is ‘we?’ You have been out practically every night for the last two months.” “Z wasn’t there, so it doesn’t count. Come on; we need drinks and bitches.” “They are women, not bitches. I know Mrs. Wright raised you well,” Jade replies, chiding Quentin, who is currently frowning.

“Why do you look… proud?” I blinked, watching Scarlet fade into the crowd like a half-remembered dream. Pride? That wasn’t the word. Or maybe it was. “She just… she was brave,” I said finally, the words catching on something in my throat. “Braver than anyone I have seen in a long time.” Anette nodded, brushing her damp hair back. “Yes. And a little crazy too.” I laughed softly because she wasn’t wrong. Scarlet Rosetti—no, Dr. Scarlet Blackthorn—was still just as wild, just as reckless, just as maddeningly impossible as she had ever been.

I wanted to be one of those squabbling, exhausted people for one breath. The cab turned down her street and pulled up. Bronte Lane still had pleasant feel and well decorated pavement like teeth in a grin. I paid the man too much and grabbed my bag, my heart an animal hitching in my throat. He left, and the silence afterward was heavy enough to listen to.

Not sure what it was about, but the big smirk on my mate’s face said it was something juicy. A hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. I knew this was going to happen, but I was hoping I would get just a few hours to chill and relax with my people first. Alpha Bronte was somewhere around thirty. He still had the obnoxious sneer that was permanently etched on his face. His green eyes were cold as he looked at me. “Get your grubby paws off me,” I said lowly, hoping to avoid a scene. His lip curled up into an even deeper sneer. He apparently did not like to be told what to do. Too bad because I would rip his arm from his body if needed.

I asked, and Beatrice kept a straight face, “My favorite line is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life, and a child for a child.” Beatrice's eyes widened, “No!!! No!!!” She yelled, “My baby girl is my life!!” “That unborn child was Aurora's life!!!!!” To my surprise, Diana yelled, “You took something precious from her.” “I'm not asking too much; I just want to know why you mixed pennyroyal and tansy herb in the Queen's tea; I just want to know why. Is that too much to ask?” Beatrice lowered her gaze and kept her mouth sealed; I nodded my head when I understood she wouldn't say anything, “Sure, just be quiet; I will make sure you relate to the pain my wife is feeling right

“Simple, you just have to-” “You just have to think about that yourself.” Bronto slid his words in between again. “Look, I don’t want you to always ask others for help. And Pearl, stop spoiling him.” Bronto glanced at her before returning his gaze on Crone. “Go out there and follow what Pearl suggested, the rest you will have to think for yourself. Got it?” “G-got it. Thanks anyway.” Crone said lastly before leaving. The unnecessarily large hallway was empty as there was nothing but a few lit torches on the wall.

“Beatrice is a great friend of mine. Thank you for helping her be with her mate; I mean, I wish she would have asked me or at least told me when she was leaving but-” “I think the only reason she sought my assistance was that I could offer her the miracle she sought.” I explain, trying my best not to think of her and her haunting words on love. Love I perhaps might never taste. “She is intelligent in that way.” Rebecca boasts before a frown creases her brows. “Why don’t you ever come to high teas?” “Oh…you wouldn’t want me there; I am a magnet for trouble.” She laughs at this, giving me no chance to assert the truth value of my statement before she leans in.

Besides, Bryony learned early on it isn’t worthwhile to wish for things that would never be. She looked up at the clouds. How sinister, how unkind. How dark and hateful they seemed to be. “Why?” she wanted to ask them. “Why do you loathe me so much, when I have always enjoyed watching you roll across the sky? I always found shapes in you, and chose to see the most beautiful things I could so you would be happy. Why can’t you just love me in return?”

Strong-willed. These were some of the adjectives. There was a quote written at the bottom in cursive under inverted commas. “She's alone, but stronger and better than a whole army.” Vera's lips curved up and a deep sense of warmth exploded in her chest. The quote was easy on the eyes but very jarring. And it came from 12 years old girls.

A collective gasp echoed through the room. Beatrice smiled at Byron and said, "I always tried to remember that you’re still my biological father, no matter how you treat me. But you think I’m just an obstacle in your life. When you've cleared all those obstacles, you’ll realize that there's no longer hope for a life ahead of you."