Quotes About Intrigue

I could always give you a teaser. You bookish people love teasers, don't you?

I'm a jellyfish glowing in the dark sea, bright and brilliant, just waiting to be discovered.

Traps upon traps. And riddles upon riddles.

Luckily for me, I didn't know precisely what it was that I'd done to merit a visit from our pack's leader. There were any number of possibilities, none of which I wanted to openly admit on the off chance that there was something I'd done that he hadn't found out yet.

Jameson was close to me now. Too close. Every one of the Hawthorne boys was magnetic. Larger than life. They had an effect on people—and Jameson was very good at using that to get what he wanted. He wants something from me now.

In the past six weeks, I'd been shot at, blown up, kidnapped, and paraded around as the living, breathing embodiment of Cinderella stories. To the world, I was a scandal, a mystery, a curiosity, a fantasy.

The answer to your first riddle," I told him. "If yes is no and once is never, then the number of sides a triangle has… is… two." I drew out my reply, not bothering to explain how I'd arrived at my answer

So, to summarize," Max said, "the dead uncle? Not dead, might be your father. Hot boys are also tragic, everyone wants a piece of your fine ash, and the woman who tried to have you killed is foxing your father?

You hacked the FBI?" I said incredulously. "And Interpol," Sloane replied brightly. "And you'll never guess what I found.

I'd promised Grayson secrecy, but this was Hawthorne House. Most of the occupants were far too clever for their own good—or anyone else's.

Personally, I find this turn of events delightful," Max declared. "But you look like a motherfaxing deer caught in motherfaxing headlights.

And that was why I was in these tunnels with Jameson Hawthorne. That was why he'd started looking at me like I was a mystery again, a puzzle that he, and only he, could solve.

there was one thing I'd learned about deceased billionaire Tobias Hawthorne, it was that he was capable of orchestrating nearly anything, manipulating nearly anyone. He'd loved puzzles and riddles and games.

Xander dusted his hands off on his pants. "Secret passage," he said, then attempted to dust off his pant legs with his hands. "This place is full of them.

Secrets, lies, All I despise. The tree is poison, Don't you see? It poisoned S and Z and me. The evidence I stole Is in the darkest hole. Light shall reveal all I writ upon the…

Callum's basement had always been off-limits to me, and I wasn't dumb enough to believe the restriction was in place because that was where he hid my Christmas presents.

Before, I liked cars, yachts, a door locked from the inside, and you. :)

Her name was Emily," he repeated. "And she wasn't just a girl.

Whatever it is you and the boys are up to—stop.

I told you she was special," Jameson murmured as Grayson continued closing in on him. "And I told you to stay away from her." Grayson stopped, just out of Jameson's reach.

I understand you've been spending some time in the company of my son." Adam's father had a disconcerting stare. His eyes were hazel, close in color to my own, but there was an uncanny awareness in them—like he knew what you'd had for breakfast that morning and how you would sleep that night.

knock knock! I just happened to have my ear pressed to this door. I might have overheard some things, and I have a suggestion!

Darn you and your infernal logic." Asher ran both hands through his hair, mussing it to ridiculous heights. "Fine," he capitulated. "But I want in. Whatever you're planning to do about this, whatever Vivvie's doing, I want in.

I wondered if this was what Pandora had felt like the moment she opened the box.