Top 160 Emily McIntire Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “He already told you, didn’t he?” Wendy cocks her head. “He popped my cherry.” Gasps sound around the table, and I choke on the liquid of my drink, my hand shooting to my chest to stifle the cough. “Wendy,” Peter hisses.”

— Emily McIntire

152. “My brother asked if I was a man of faith. I’m a man of many things, but faith is something that is best suited when it’s placed within yourself instead of seeking for it in other people. Other people disappoint.”

— Emily McIntire

153. “I am not a good man.” “I know,” she breathes. “I have tortured.” I dip my lips down, brushing them against her neck. “I have killed.” Lifting her shirt with my free hand, my fingers skim up her side, my mouth tasting her collarbone, then trailing over the swells of her breasts. “And I’ll do both again, without ever regretting a thing. I enjoy them.”

— Emily McIntire

154. “Yes, you are. Give it to me, killer. Give me those sweet little sounds when you come for –.”

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155. “He bites, sucks, and kisses, and while I’m sure he’s leaving marks, I can’t find it in me to care, too lost in the way he seems to mold me to fit perfectly to every single piece of him.”

— Emily McIntire

156. “I’m going to love you. Because loving you hurts so much more.”

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157. “Only now, she’s burned into my brain. And I’m not sure how to get her out.”

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158. “We’re all just out here living, you know? Roaming under clouds that are a thousand different shades of gray. But you can’t help who you love, Nick.”

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159. “Maybe I should be offended by his words, but instead, there’s a comfort that spreads through my chest – because he’s right – I am no rose, and I like that he sees me enough to know that.”

— Emily McIntire

160. “Because James sees me as his equal. As someone worthy to stand at his side.”

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161. “You don’t remind me of her.” My chest twists. He blows out a heavy breath, that forest green gaze spearing through me and pinning me to my spot. “I think you are her.”

— Emily McIntire

162. “I’ll take care of you, darling. Breathe through the pain.” He blows out a breath and I suck it in, a tear escaping from the corner of my eye.”

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163. “My hands come down to rest on top of corded forearms, my fingers tracing along the veins as my eyes slowly open, glancing down at the inked-up skin that’s wrapped around me. I’ve never been a big tattoo girl, but on him they’re so attractive they hurt to look at. The drawings are intricate, and I can’t help but wonder if maybe they’re his own. A way for his soul to shine through his skin.”

— Emily McIntire

164. “Her father has money, yet he doesn’t afford her a driver? Any protection? Sliding into my Audi, I pull onto the busy street to follow close behind and make sure she gets home safe.”

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165. “You don’t have to trust me, Evelina. But words are your safe space, the same way that they’re mine.” My fingers thread through his hair. “Let me be your calm in the chaos, pretty girl.”

— Emily McIntire

166. “Would you like to keep pretending? I know you’re not the good girl you claim to be.”

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167. “On your hands and knees,” I command, voice low and dark.”

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168. “I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to have to feel this.”

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169. “But there’s beauty in pain, baby.” His hands tilt my face until our gazes lock. “Your strength is in learning how to breathe through it; how to keep living even when it feels like you want to die.”

— Emily McIntire

170. “We’re all by-products of evil, some of us born into it and others created from circumstance.”

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171. “I point to the en suite. “Shower.” To the closet on the right. “Clothes.” To the mattress. “Bed.” Her gaze follows, and she chews on her lip, nodding. I point to her now. “Stay.” “Woof,” she barks.”

— Emily McIntire

172. “I hum, reaching into my pocket, pulling out the black velvet box and twirling it in my hand. “I don’t know, killer. I think I might surprise you, too.”

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173. “If being here is sinful, then this woman is sin, wrapped in a fiery bow.”

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174. “I’ve made sure that people understand the end of a blade hurts worse when the person wielding it enjoys causing pain.”

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175. “I’ve never thought about the word much, but the guilt I feel for every single thing involving Eveline is a tornado, whirling quick and strong, destroying everything it touches. And then it compounds because I know, without a doubt, if I went back and had a chance to do it all over, I wouldn’t change a thing.”

— Emily McIntire

176. “Pathetic, Wendy.”

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177. “The pain of lost time never really gets easier, does it?”

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178. “Please, God,” he cries. Chuckling, I grip his second finger. “I’m your god now. And I don’t hear your pleas.”

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179. “My heart stutters, his phrase cementing what I’ve been theorizing for the past few minutes. She doesn’t know about her father. And that means she never betrayed me at all.”

— Emily McIntire