Quotes Novel Dear You Novels & Stories

“You won’t win, no matter how hard you try.” His eyes raked over me, from head to toe. “You keep using the wrong words,” he said, stepping closer. “I always get what I want. And if you think you’ve figured anything out… you’re a fool.” “I’m not scared of you,” I said again, but my voice was weaker now. He took another step toward me. I stepped back until my back hit the wall. I gasped. He leaned in, his breath warm and heavy. “Juliet Ryder dies in a diner in China." He clicked his tongue. "What a shameful death.”

Daphne waved her delicate fingers in front of Quinn's face when he didn't respond. "Quinn? What's wrong?" Snapping out of his daze, Quinn absentmindedly fastened the shell bracelet around her wrist. "It's nothing. If you like it, you can have it." Daphne beamed with delight and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I knew you loved me the most." Even though I was already dead, a sharp pain still shot through my chest. Quinn didn't even have the basic decency to respect me anymore.

However, I have to say it has done you some justice looking so beautiful. Well, I didn’t even think that you would give me the time of day since you were one of the popular football jocks. Well, of course I noticed you with your books in your hands. You’re a real charmer, aren’t you? Well, I try to be, Shane replies to me. Tell me Maddison, what have you been up to these days?

"Well, you're going to be the mother of my children, dear. So, what's the big deal?" Not Deasy but the virtuous netizen who would feel nauseous listening to this. It's true what they say, excess is not good. Just call each other "dear" and don't overdo it, right? "Enough, Luc. Stop sweet-talking. It's still morning," protested Deasy immediately. "Buy a thick book, then buy some nails. I'm serious, from now on, you're my girlfriend. So, I've decided to call you 'dear.' I don't care, but you can't refuse."

I shake my head once and turn away though each step I take feels like I’m peeling my own skin. I don't get far when Philip who was standing on the other side of the pool straws over to me. “If it isn't the retired Dr. Quinn.” He smiles, his face already annoying me. “In the flesh.” I respond dryly. “Who was that beauty you were speaking to?” He asks as we walk to our usual VIP corner. Away from prying eyes and ears. “Why do you ask?” I throw the question casually as I take a seat on the couch.