Top 98 Madeline Sheehan Quotes
#1. MADELINE SHEEHAN WILL BE PUBLISHING ALL HER BOOKS IN ALL FORMATS FROM NOW UNTIL HER UNTIMELY DEATH BY HEART ATTACK (AT A VERY YOUNG AGE) DUE TO GOODREADS!
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#2. Ripper was my rainstorm, my skin-drenching frenzy, where you couldn't tell right from left, where all you could feel was the phenomenon exploding throughout your body, feverishly burning through you even as it pleasurably cooled.
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#3. Yeah, that's her. Roly-poly little bitch. Fucked her in the ass the other day and, get this, she shit all over me. I'm talkin', this wasn't no little mess. This was Niagara fuckin' Falls pourin' outta her ass.
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#5. When her eyes flared with anger, he growled, "Shut up." After a pause, during which he managed to glare tenderly at her, he continued.
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#6. I left you a long time ago," I whispered, reaching up to place a hand over my breaking heart. "I just didn't realise it.
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#7. Next time you call my kid a whore, I will end you, you fuckin' feel me?
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#8. I'm not wild ... pussy," I said, stumbling over the last word and feeling my face heat. Desperately, I tried searching for a word that adequately described exactly what I was and came up empty. "I'm ... dusty pussy," I finished with a sigh, feeling ridiculous.
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#9. Love is a feeling, a real, raw and unscripted emotion so sensationally pure, unable to dull even under the strain of a world against it, strong enough to heal the broken and warm even the coldest of hearts.
Innate.
Unavoidable.
Undeniable
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#10. It was the wrong place at the wrong time kind of shit that had quickly turned into a catastrophe of epic proportions
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#11. You don't otta like someone to like fuckin' 'em. You can even hate their fuckin' guts and still like fuckin' 'em. Sometime's that's the best kinda fuckin'. Angry, crazy, fucked up, fuckin' ...
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#12. He didn't just want to fuck her, he didn't just want her in his bed ...
He wanted her on the back of his bike.
Yeah, he wanted to lay claim to Danielle West, ink his name on her body and slap an old lady patch on her ass. And worse, he wanted the world to know it.
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#13. Cause when it comes to you, darlin', I got no fuckin' sense. You fuckin' pull me in until you're all I can fuckin' see. Suddenly, I can't fuckin' breathe, but I don't care 'cause you, babe, you're you. And I ain't ever met anyone as fuckin' perfect as you.
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#14. I love you, Trinity, I always have and I always will. Never, ever forget that.
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#15. Cox shrugged. You want a dick on your forehead, I'm sure little West is up for the job, seein' as whatever the fuck you did to him with that patchouli-smellin' pussy of yours has got him all sorts of worked up, calling you his girl and threatenin' me and shit.
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#16. There it is, darlin',"He said softly, his lips curling slowly in a sexy grin. "Nothin'like seein' a pretty girl gettin' all fired up.
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#17. I don't give a fuck what you're lookin' like as long as you're lookin' like it by my fuckin' side.
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#18. We'd all lived through our own horrors, and whether they showed on our skin or not, we all bore scars, didn't we?
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#19. I'm tryin' to figure out whether I'm gonna slap some sense into you or fuck the shit outta you.
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#20. Deuce," I whispered,
"You love me"?
His eyes went skyward, and he snorted.
"Babe.Yeah. Long time now".
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#21. Cox shrugged. if that's what it takes to get laid, then I'm a fuckinin'poet. Other times I'm a fuckin' accountant. Or a plumber. Sometime's a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
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#22. Danny," Ripper whispered in my ear. "Three songs gone by and there's some old fuckin' bitch makin' statutory rape faces at me.
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#24. FUCK THIS SHIT.
Fuck the club and the code, and fuck brotherhood. He would give it all up for her. For his woman. Because she sure as shit was his, and he'd go to hell and back ten times over before he lost her forever.
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#25. Maybe this is how his miserable life was going to end: death by pussy.
Which when he thought about it, it made sense. It was because of pussy that you came screaming into this world; might as well be pussy that took you out of it.
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#26. But we got through it. Together. It didn't happen overnight and it wasn't easy.
Nothing worth doing ever is.
And love is worth everything
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#27. You been stickin' your shit in any hole that'll take it, so what the fuck makes Tegen any damn different?"
Cage imploded.
"BECAUSE SHE'S TEGEN!" he roared. "She's fuckin' mine!
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#28. Now woman, you need to start doin' what you came here to do or I'm gonna do it for you.
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#29. The young woman's surprised gaze dropped to the gun in his hand and then back to his face.
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#31. Babe," he whispered. "Can't look at me like that and expect me to be keepin' it reeled in."
"Baby, don't ever keep it reeled in," she whispered back. "Not with me.
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#32. The world won't end with a bang.
The world won't end with a whimper.
In fact, the world won't end at all.
But it will change and if we refuse to change with it ...
It will be us that ends.
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#33. Kami, do you have a weapon?"
"No, I do not have a fucking weapon!" Kami screamed over her shoulder. "Do you really think I'd risk going to jail for that Mexican whore?"
"Puerto Rican," Hawk muttered,rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, Gorbachev!
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#34. Ain't no such thing as mistakes," he said. "There's only shit that happens and shit that don't.
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#35. Nearly every female that crossed Cage's path fell immediately into a big bucket of fucking stupid.
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#36. Aw, fuck," Ripper muttered. Crossing his arms over his chest, the guy leaned back against the doorjamb.
"Danny," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "Shit just got real, baby.
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#37. Woman," he said, barking out a laugh. "I fuckin' love it when you curse.
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#38. And if this is anyone's fault," she continued. "It's mine for bringing an innocent little girl around a criminal motorcycle club full of self-important assholes who think with their dicks and their guns instead of their brains!
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#40. It was official. I was an asshole with a permanently broken heart.
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#42. But people didn't need to change to suit each other. They just needed to accept their differences. You could love someone just the way they were and still live in harmony together.
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#43. And it was. It was enough because he was enough. It was enough because I was enough for him. My faults, his faults, and all. We were enough.
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#44. He was the kind of guy who dragged you out of the lake, shoved you down on the ground, growling and groping you, telling you all the dirty things he wanted to do to you ... and then he did them. No-holds-barred, invasive, mind-numbing, disturbingly awesome things.
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#45. Can't fuckin' live without you. Want you on my bike and in my bed. Want my kids inside you. Want you by my side babe for as long as I got left
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#46. After all the shit they'd gone through - the pain, the loss, the heartache, the straight up evil brutality that made them question everything they'd thought to be true and had nearly driven them apart for good - he knew he'd do anything for her. Steal anything, kill anyone, be anyone.
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#47. What an absolute scumbag. What an absolutely, perfectly sculpted, beautifully smelling . . . scumbag.
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#48. My weaknesses, my choices, and my decisions - the ones I made and the ones I didn't - all took me down a rocky road filled with regret, heartbreak, and pain. And eventually, they nearly killed me. Would I change things if I could? Would I turn back time and do things differently? Never.
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#49. First you shoot me," he muttered. "Now you're handin' me your damn club and spoutin' love poems." "She was sixteen, motherfucker, you woulda shot you." "No, asshole, I woulda killed me." At that, Preacher just kept grinning. Jesus, was he in the twilight zone?
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#50. My longtime broken heart was breaking again, shattering, falling to pieces and disintegrating. And in its place was a brand new heart. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
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#51. Since when are you so nice?" I whispered.
Cage's nostrils flared slightly. "Only once, since the day I met you, Teacup, that I haven't treated you right. Am I right?
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#52. Ellie would think back on that moment and remember that Dirty hadn't so much as flinched when she'd touched him. In fact, he'd never shied away from her touch again. Not once, from that day forward.
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#53. I love her," he rasped, his eyes on Danny. "You want me to beg, I'll fuckin' beg. I'll do whatever I gotta do if it means she keeps breathin'.
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#54. Locking the door behind Preacher, Knuckles turned to Debbie, a strained smile on his face. "You ain't got no gun, right Debbie darling?" He pointed to the words on his T-shirt - PEACE, LOVE, AND PUSSY. "'Cause, I'm a lover, not a fighter.
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#55. There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need them to change your life or you're the one that will change theirs.
- Angel Flonis Harefa
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#56. You got a nickname, little Dorothy Matthews? 'Cause that's a fuckin' mouthful, right there. Not that I mind a mouthful of pretty girl.
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#57. You're a good kid, darlin'. A good, sweet kid. Promise me you'll stay that way, yeah? No matter what you see, no matter what sort of fucked up shit happens to you. Don't let this life turn you bitter.
- Deuce to Eva (Undeniable)
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#59. I turned to Hawk and smiled. "Do you even remember how to ride?"
His answering laughter was the most beautiful thing I'd heard.
"Woman," he said, an eyebrow cocked as he looked down at me. "It's like f***in'. You don't ever forget how.
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#60. And he kissed her. And kissed her. Fucking kissed her. Kissed the fucking shit out of her. Kissed her the way he'd been wanting to kiss her since he'd left her.
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#61. Perspective is a bitch when it slaps you in the face, after the fact
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#62. But when it did, when the first American fell to his knees, the government was ill prepared for the fallout and the sickness spread like wildfire.
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#63. Motherfuck," Deuce muttered, staring after him. "Ten bucks says he fucked that mouthy little asshole. Motherfuckin' little fuck can't keep it in his pants for shit. Cocksucker would fuck a hole in the wall. Probably has.
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#64. Where in motherfucking-shit-fucking-hell-fucking bullshit had that come from?
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#65. I love you, Teacup," he said, smiling. "Always have ... just didn't realise it until now.
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#66. All scares tell a story beautiful girl ... mine tell the story of how I found you.
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#67. Hey," I said softly and cupped his cheek.
"Yeah?"
"What about your dream?"
His face went dimples. "I'm lookin' at it, darlin'."
Oh. Crap. My heart felt near bursting. I was absolutely done for. This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between.
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#68. For fuck's sake, Tegen, stop overthinkin' every damn thing. Just get on my goddamn dick and start fuckin' bouncin'.
Well, how could I deny such sweet talk?
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#69. Michael," he heard her say, her voice soft. "Please look at me and let me show you what love is.
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#70. The road to redemption might be damn hard, but in the end - if you reached the end - his father was right. It was worth it. Maribelle was worth it. Funny how her birth was the reason he'd started running, but she ended up being the reason he'd stopped. Life was really fucking funny that way.
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#71. You scared of your old lady, Ripper?" ...
"Fuck you," he shot back. "I ain't scared of shit except havin' nowhere to put my dick when it gets cold and sad and wants a motherfuckin' hug.
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#72. Babe, you're the most beautiful woman in the whole goddamn world to me. You're all I fuckin' want, Teacup.
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#73. Jesus. Why couldn't he have had boys? All boys. Little fucking shits like Cage. A whole slew of 'em he could throw condoms at and be done with it.
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#75. The things this man made me feel just by speaking was unreal. At times I wanted to weep from the sheer sensation of never before experienced feelings that I knew had already wrecked me for any other man.
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#76. You got no idea what you just messed with. No fuckin clue. You think you know but you fuckin don't cuz I didn't tell you shit about it cuz it's none of your fuckin business.
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#77. Hidin' is fuckin' easy. It's really livin' that's hard, that sometimes hurts like a son of a bitch.
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#78. He knew Danny, she was a fucking chatterbox. She was always rambling on and on about music and clothes and some asshat named Chan-a-something Tater Tots.
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#79. Men. They were fucking men. Hard-core, badass, live by their own set of rules ... men.
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#80. This wasn't love. It was hate. And love. That fine line had been destroyed. Mutilated.
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#81. Without bothering to knock, he turned the knob and pushed open the door.
"Jesus fuck!" he yelled, slamming the door closed.
"Knock much?" Danny screamed from inside her room, where he'd just seen her naked, on her knees, getting nailed by her husband.
Fucking hell.
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#82. I love you," she cried softly. "No one else, baby, not like this, not the way I've always loved you."
"How much do you love me?" he asked hoarsely ...
"You already know," she whimpered. "You're everything to me, everything, you always have been, baby ...
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#83. Gasping, whimpering, crying out his name, clawing at his skin ... I fucking burned.
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#84. Your old man, darlin', what he said to me, he was fuckin' right. These assholes would light themselves on fire if I weren't here to dump a bucket of water on 'em.
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#85. Cage felt like he was looking in a mirror thirty years in the future. A cranky, pissed off, judgmental bastard of a mirror.
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#86. If you were older, darlin', I'd have you on the back of my bike and in my fuckin' bed. And you'd be not just likin' it, but lovin' it, beggin' me for more.
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#87. You didn't look at Xan and think, "Gosh, I want to make love to him" or "Wouldn't it be nice to have some sex with that guy".
No. You took one look at Xan and you fell to your quivering knees, thinking, "Holy shit, I need that man to fuck me.
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#88. Darlin', we live in a fuckin' cesspool of shit and dirty-ass motherfuckers, but if you found somethin' good and true, somethin' that you can bank on bein' there for you when everything else is fallin' apart around you, whoever it is, I'm good with it.
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#89. Damn, Ripper," Cox said, snorting. "You're so pussywhipped you need your old lady defendin' you?"
"Cox, don't speak," Kamie said. "It makes you less hot.
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#90. Baby," he said, "listen to me. I ain't beautiful, you are. You're so damn beautiful you got it spillin' out all over the place, blindin' you into thinkin' I'm beautiful when I ain't. Farthest thing from it.
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#91. I want tonight to last forever," I whispered brokenly. Because it had to last forever, or at least for the next ten years.
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#92. You ever watch It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown?" Deuce asked. "Stupid Fucker makes me laugh."
I decided, I too, really liked that stupid fucker Charlie Brown and made a mental note to watch everything featuring Charlie Brown as soon as I got home.
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#94. Everything has beauty. Even the ugly. Because without the ugly, there would be no beauty. Because without beauty, we would not survive our pain, our sorrow and our suffering.
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#95. Damn if that man didn't look as good as a double bacon cheeseburger, after a week spent camping with my vegan friends. Fuck my life.
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#96. Could just feed 'im to the dogs, Prez," Bucket drawled. "Wouldn't have to feed 'em for a whole fuckin' month after that."
Dirty rolled his eyes. Bucket was full of shit; the club didn't have any dogs.
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#97. Eva," he rasped, cupping the back of her head and forcing her to look at him. "Marry me, darlin'.
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#98. It's me and you, Teacup ... nothin' else fuckin' matters right now.
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