Quotes from Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I was in bed, thinking about everything Max had said, wondering if I was fundamentally selfish or needy person, when I heard a sound like scratching in the wall.

I wanted Eve to be different," Grayson told me. "I wanted her to be you." "Don't say that," I whispered... "There are so many things that I will never say.

They seem to believe that, left to my own devices, I might do something ill-advised,

People were fundamentally predictable. If you stopped expecting them to surprise you, they couldn't disappoint.

Don't judge. I'd missed most of my old English teacher's lecture on proverbs, but there was only one I could think of that started with those two words. Does "Don't judge a book by its cover" mean anything to you? I asked Jameson. His reply was immediate. Very good, Heiress. Then, a moment later: It sure as hell does.

Do you trust me?" I was standing in a phone-lit passageway, close enough to feel his body's heat on mine. "Absolutely not." "Good." He reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me close. "Hold on.

You don't always have to bear the weight of the world-- or your family-- on your shoulders.

His kisses, not so good." She patted me consolingly on the shoulder. "He is young. Room for improvement!

For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere. With my fellow Naturals, I never had to pretend to be someone I wasn't. I couldn't have, even if I'd wanted to.

My grandfather told us that as you amass the kind of power and money he had-- things get broken.

Where are you going?" I asked him. [...] "To hell, eventually," Jameson answered. "Probably the wine cellar, for now.

Did you find what I found?" he asked me. "Two of the four charities have connections to victims of the fire. I'm still piecing together the rest, but I have a theory." "Does your theory involve Toby having been a patient at Camden House and potentially losing his memory after the fire?" I asked. Jameson leaned toward me. "We're brilliant.

That's what I love about you, Heiress." Jameson had a habit of tossing out words that should matter like they didn't at all.

as if it was perfectly reasonable to havea small bowling alley in one's house.

But sometimes a person's brain starts cycling. No matter what you do, the same thoughts just keep repeating, over and over. You get stuck in a loop, and when you're inside that loop, you can't see past it. You'll keep coming up with the same possibilities, to no end, because the answers you need—they're outside the loop.

I stared at him--through the night, through the space between us. He looked away first. I was used to people walking away. I was good at not expecting anything from anyone.

They were a twisted, broken mess before you got here, and they'll be a twisted, broken mess once you're gone

An invitation. A challenge.

It wasn't just the rush or the thrill. I felt completely, utterly in control. I felt unstoppable. Like we were unstoppable.

Do you trust me, Heiress?" Jameson had donned a leather jacket. He looked like trouble. The good kind. "Not even a little," I replied, but I took the helmet from his outstretched hand, and when he climbed onto the motorcycle, I climbed on behind him.

Wo ein Wille ist, da ist auch ein Weg

I didn't want to think about anything, so I kissed the boy. This time it wasn't rough or frantic. It was gentle and slow and terrifying and perfect . And for once in my life, I didn't feel alone.

I turned my water gun on Nash right as she creamed him with a water balloon.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne loved me. He loved me, and I loved him.