Quotes About Fatal Attraction Novels & Stories

"And he wasn't even that handsome." "He was very handsome. He was a hottie!" Amelie says, not giving credence to what I had said. "You were drunk. You didn't even see him properly," I retort. "Drunk, but not blind," she crosses her arms. "Well... I have one thing to say, pray that he never comes to this hotel, or... you'll be screwed," Thobias commented. "We don't even know if he's really rich. He might have just spent all his savings to be in the VIP area. Besides, London is huge... what are the odds?" I asked.

Accompanied by women too perfect to be sincere. — So? — So? Did you see them?! One of them is mine. — Are you serious? They’re with someone… — Doesn’t matter. If one of them falls for me, that’s their problem. Not mine. — But how would they know you’re funny, smart, etc.? — It shows on me. My aura speaks for me. — You’re crazy. Completely nuts. — That’s why you adore me. We both laugh, a little tipsy, a little excited. The night is starting well.

Because undeniably, he wasn’t a good man; she was perfectly aware of it, yet it didn’t change how insanely attracted to him she was. “You’re evil,” she mumbled into Eton's chest. “How do you turn me into such a nympho?” She felt more than heard Eton's laugh. “It’s not my fault you’re a kinky little shit, Curly.” “I’m starting to think you have a thing for my hair,” Kaia said. “Whatever gave you that idea?” Eton said, running his hand through her curls. They fell into a silence that shouldn’t have been so comfortable. “Have you ever killed anyone?” Kaia murmured, trailing her slender fingers down Eton's muscular arm.

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi

I've never been one to stay silent in the face of degradation. "You know, somewhere I read that you get attracted to what you really are. I mean, I don't know how much of a whore you've been in your entire life to end up with someone like me," I added, the sarcasm lacing my words. His attention snapped back to me. With a tongue as sharp as mine, I might be signing my own death warrant. This wasn't the moment to ignite more conflict, but it seemed I had a death wish. I simply didn't care. If he could dish out crap, he better be ready to swallow it too.

Dying inside, still acting like a cold CEO. If I left him alone, he’d bottle it up until it made him sick. So I poked the bruise on purpose. “I saw something on social media today: ‘Find someone who loves you to be your ATM. Find someone you love to be your lover.’ Honestly? That lifestyle sounds kind of appealing. What do you think?” Travis’s face darkened. “Don’t even think about it.” “What if I already have?” A flicker of heartbreak crossed his eyes. “I know the rumors. I’m not blaming you. It must be those guys. They’re too scheming, using dirty tricks to tempt you.”

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

“Look, man. I’m not saying don’t talk to her. I’m saying—don’t dismiss her because she doesn’t fit the picture in your head.” “You think that’s what I’m doing?” “I think you don’t even realize you’re doing it. You’ve built this idea of what attraction should look like—hot, flashy, easy. You’ve been living in that lane so long you forgot there’s more than one road.” I laugh dryly. “You’ve been reading self-help books or something?” “Maybe. Somebody in this house has to.” He stands, stretching his shoulders. “All I’m saying is: don’t confuse beauty with compatibility. You chase what’s visible, not what’s real.”

With that, the two of them turn to leave. “Wait, you both aren’t coming in with me?” Atlas pulls on a comedic look. “Us?” He laughs. “Hell nah. Talking to the King makes my blood pressure rise.” “You’re dead, you do not have a blood pressure.” Jacqueline remarks, walking away. Her statement makes my bones chill. I really need to get the hell out of this place. “You know what, Jacqueline? I hope someone rips your throat out one of these days. But yay, me! that might never happen in a thousand years,” Atlas says, sarcastically, giving the girl a petty smile, but she ignores him.