Bronte Quotes Novels & Stories

The man was a pain. Then there was Nyx. Brontés's mate. Her sorrel brown hair was the most beautiful shade I had ever seen and her silver eyes were... beautiful. She was kind. If you could say someone was too kind, she was. She was fierce in her own way. All the women were. Some more than the other. Well except Eliana.

I asked and she turned giving me her full attention. "If you live in the past and wallow in pain, you only damage your future and people around you," she replied and I released a small smile, loving her perception of the few words offered. "What's your quote?" She asked softly her light brown eyes staying with mine, she was so captivating. "As soon as I glance at you a moment, I can't say a thing, and my tongue stiffens into silence, thin flames underneath my skin prickle and spark, a rush of blood booms in my ears, and then my eyes go dark," I repeated word for word.

The floor steadied under my feet as if the building had decided I belonged. Finn showed me the register like he was introducing a deity. “She sings in three keys,” he said. “Avoid D minor. That’s when she curses in Italian.” Moira handed me a soft cloth and pointed at a shelf where the nineteenth century had come to nap. “Spines to the edge,” she said. “And for the love of God don’t put Brontë with Austen. They gossip.” Work is a spell if you let it be. I wiped. Stacked. Squared. The rhythm smoothed the sharp parts of me, like a palm across bristles. The cat—Sir Kit of Grafton Street, according to his collar—approved by blinking once, slowly, then going back to pretending not to exist

And Beatrice’s snide remarks weren’t helping. “Perhaps if the theme had been ‘Ruined Family’, or Unloved, you might fare better,” I heard Beatrice say as she spritzed some of her perfume into the air. Sniffing her wrist, she gave herself a satisfied nod. “Smells like the Beauty of Family to me,” she quipped. “Would you like to smell it? Since you no longer have a family to draw inspiration from.”

The third leaned back in his chair with a lazy smile, like he’d been waiting for this. “Gentlemen,” Rufus said, his hand firm on my lower back. “This is Bronte.” The air in the room shifted, their eyes moved over me like they were hungry. I felt exposed even though I was fully clothed. One of them the one with the green eyes raised his glass. “So this is the famous stepdaughter. Rufus hasn’t shut up about you.” My face burned. Rufus chuckled beside me, pulling me closer. “She’s nervous, be gentle with her at first.”he said

“But you hurt him, Ethan, and I swear, I will make you regret it.” Ethan's expression turned solemn, his dark eyes holding a gravity that seemed to command the room. "I wouldn't expect anything less," he let out. Britney scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. Her auburn hair over her shoulders as she turned, ready to walk away. "Moreover, who proposes like this?" she asked, bewildered. "Are you not supposed to be romantic or something? You're weird," she mumbled, her words trailing off as she took a step towards the door.

Bronze has always seen what I am. But then Bronze adds, “You’re so strong you don’t even need the camp.” I blink, stunned. “What?”

“ How can you possibly know what's best for me, Mom, when you don't even know me? ” His words came out with so much power and truth, causing Beatrice to freeze on the spot not knowing what else to say. What could she possibly say to refute his words, when they were the complete truth? What else could she say when the bomb had been dropped? What? ..... A/N : Interesting. What do you think, guys?

I shuddered. "No. Never without her consent, but use your charm on her." He smirked. I looked at him baffled. Did he just say that. He went back to reading his book. I gaped at Brit. She closed my mouth. "That's real Jake for you" she chuckled. __________ Hey everyone, Hope you are having good time. Enjoy the chapter and please vote, comment and follow me Also follow me on i*******m (Curiouswords27) Thanks

I turned to Quentin Bennett and said, "You, on the other hand, should stop being so quick-tempered. You might age prematurely." "... Can't you wish me well?" As soon as Briella Cortez got into the car, she overheard our conversation. She turned and smiled at Quentin Bennett, "Quentin will always be the most attractive person to me."