Novel & Cerita Loyalty Love Gangster Quotes

Silence fell upon the crowd in anticipation of what was to come. My hand slightly brushed against my lovely mate’s. Sparks erupted at the tiniest point of contact and my heart soared. They were sparks of love. Bright, fierce, undeniable. That meant only one thing. Loyalty. Sparks never lied. If she did not love me and wanted to poison me, surely the sparks would have died or dimmed by now.

Anger would keep her alive. "Listen to me," I said, meeting her gaze fully now. "In this family, loyalty is a performance. Love is a liability specially for us. And truth," my grip tightened fractionally at her waist "—is negotiated." She swallowed. "You sound like you're warning me, Lorenzo." My name sounded different coming from her lips. It was nice like my name had a new meaning into it. I had to knock my head with my knuckles because I almost lost it.

“You don’t remember where you came from. I built this from men who would have killed me for a sandwich. Loyalty isn’t charity.” She matched him. For a moment, there was that old electric chemistry that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with power. Diana was not afraid—never had been. She’d learned early that fear was a leash other people used. “Loyalty needs to be earned,” she replied. “And paid. Don’t mistake silence for obedience.” Logan’s smile sharpened. “And don’t mistake my patience for weakness.” Outside, a train passed in a distant tunnel—metallophone clacks that sounded like a primitive percussion under their words. Someone at the far end of the room cleared their thro

So stop dreaming. Just when I thought I could push him away, his grasp tightened as he leaned into me like a lover. "That's true I can't get you those luxury brands to fill your closet. But I can give you more than that." "And what will that be?" I sneered. "Love and loyalty." Please, not again. I just specified my needs. "See Enzo, you're a nice fuck buddy. As long as you are not Hunter MacIntyre, or a man having the same wealth as his, you can't have me. But you can always be my fúck friend."

I was afraid to see his reaction. "You don't have to say that", he said. "Why?", I asked him. "Those are empty words. They don't have any meaning to them", he said. "That is not True", I said opening my eyes. He was still there eyes hard as though remembering something. Did my sister took away your believe on love? "I don't want your love. I want your trust and loyalty", he said. "I do trust you", I said to him. I can't bring myself to say the word loyalty because that would sound like I'm his employee not wife.

“What does it mean to wolves?” He was silent for a while. The only sound was the fire and the distant rustle of the trees. Then he said, “For us… love isn’t soft. It’s not flowers and whispered words. It’s loyalty. It’s choosing the same person every day, no matter the storms. It’s… fighting for them. Bleeding for them if we have to. And never walking away.” My throat tightened. “And if you lose them?” He looked into the fire for a long moment before answering. “Then you keep fighting anyway. Because even if they’re gone… they’re still yours.”

“No. All your life, you had loved me. You can love me again.” There was absolute truth in the way he carried the words out. Like he had a lifetime forging them. I stepped back. Suddenly, my heart began to thump wildly in my chest. Not in fear of him because I never feared Josh Morgan Sterling. But I fear for myself. Of how I am able to handle before the world crumbles around me. I faced him with false bravado. My heart is still hammering in my chest. “I told you. I don’t believe in love anymore. All I believe in is loyalty. Not from you, because that was something you don’t know. You are not loyal to anyone but yourself and your own interests.”

Not yet. I huffed a laugh, more at the absurdity of his stubbornness than at his broken state. "Loyalty,” I mused, stepping toward the door, boots scuffing against the gritty stone floor. “That’s what sets you Kancary dogs apart. Loyal to the end—no matter how brutal or senseless that end may be."

“I built this pack! They owe me their loyalty, their lives. You don’t get to take that from me.” “They don’t owe you anything,” I said, feeling a fierce determination settle inside me. “Loyalty isn’t something you can demand. It’s something you earn.” The crowd watched, riveted, and I could see their expressions shifting, the first glimmers of realization breaking through. Elijah’s grip was slipping, his hold on their loyalty fraying with every desperate move. He lunged again, reckless, his fury blinding him, and I sidestepped, his momentum sending him sprawling. He scrambled to his feet, his breathing ragged, eyes blazing with hatred.

“She wouldn’t do that! I made her think I loved her. She would do anything for me.” “Ah, the foolishness of trusting love!” Augustus said while sounding very scornful. “It sweetens the mind like honey to wasps.” His laughter filled my head like a cold mist. “Love lifts you up just so you can fly straight into danger. Truly you are silly to believe in a woman's heart.” “That’s not fair,” I argued while trying to keep my dignity. “You understand loyalty, Augustus. She is loyal to me.” “Ah—loyalty!” he answered with his voice soft and sweet and almost charming.