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Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1) QUOTES

1 " Bluish light enveloped the angles of Vicious’s "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

2 " If you hurt her, I will kill you.” She pointed her finger at me for emphasis. I was perfectly still, giving zero fucks about this five-foot-four gnome firing threats at me like she was Rambo. “Cock-blocking me first and threatening me? Should I remind you that the only reason you’re not living in a sewer with that rat who trains the Ninja Turtles is because of my generosity?” I "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

3 " I met him at the airport. He wore a long dark-gray pea coat, charcoal slacks, a cashmere sweater, and his usual scowl. He was standing outside, the freezing New York weather staining his cheekbones a dark shade of pink while he puffed on a blunt. On the sidewalk of the airport. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

4 " I smoked weed while she danced on the roof and threw me smiles every now and again. I watched her with a smirk. Life was good. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

5 " He said he doesn’t know any Emilia, but he does know a girl named Help. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

6 " I wouldn’t want to live forever. What would be the point in that? Aren’t you hungry for something? Don’t you have dreams? What weight and significance do your dreams have if they don’t have a deadline? If you don’t have to chase them today because you can do it tomorrow, in a week, a year, or in a hundred years’ time? "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

7 " Spending time with my staff reminded me why humans were my least favorite creatures. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

8 " In Japanese culture, the significance of the cherry blossom tree dates back hundreds of years. The cherry blossom represents the fragility and magnificence of life. It’s a reminder of how beautiful life is, almost overwhelmingly so, but that it is also heartbreakingly short.



As are relationships.



Be wise. Let your heart lead the way. And when you find someone who’s worth it—never let them go. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

9 " Lust is when you want the person to make you feel good. Love is when you want to make the other person feel good. —Pink. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

10 " I wasn’t stupid. I realized that I was preventing her from being around her sister and her parents. Her boyfriend. I was banishing her from everything she knew.
From a comfortable future.
From money and opportunity.
From family Christmases and blue-eyed kids with Dean, who was oh-so-fucking enchanted with her.
From love.
I was ruining her life.
Because. I. Was. Jealous. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

11 " Apologize," I ordered, striding in her direction once again. "What for?"Her gaze shifted, and she looked like she was about to throw a punch at me. "For not kissing me back when you clearly wanted to, you little liar. For fucking one of my best friends. For making that year the worst year of my life since I was nine. Apologize for not being mine when you should've been. Because Emilia, baby..." I tilted my head sideways. "It was always fucking us and you know it. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

12 " He brought color into my life. Acrylic? Oil? It didn't even matter. He always thought of himself as blackness, but the truth was, he injected so many different pigments into my existence. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

13 " She knew —Emilia LeBlanc fucking knew— she could bring a man to his knees. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

14 " Ask me what I want,' Vicious murmured into my face.
The public display of affection from him —not sexual, not bullying, but pure, naked affection—filled my chest with warmth, but I tried to swallow down my hope.
'What do you want?' I turned my gaze to meet his, and suddenly, we weren't in New York, in a gallery full of people. We were in my old room. Ignoring the party and the world around us, a world that we constantly disregarded when we were together.
'I want you,' he said simply. 'Just you. Nothing else. Only ever you,' he breathed out in pain, closing his eyes. 'Fuck, Emilia. You. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

15 " Ask me what I want again,' I said softly, and she grinned, pressing her lips to my chest through my tee.
'What do you want?'
'Nothing. I'm done wanting things. I have everything I need now. Ask me how I feel.'
'How do you feel?'
'In love.' I brethed hard, burying my face in her hair. 'I feel in love, and it's you that I love. So fucking much. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

16 " Ask me what I want,” Vicious murmured into my face. The public display of affection from him—not sexual, not bullying, but pure, naked affection—filled my chest with warmth, but I tried to swallow down my hope. “What do you want?” I turned my gaze to meet his, and suddenly, we weren’t in New York, in a gallery full of people. We were in my old room. Ignoring the party and the world around us, a world that we constantly disregarded when we were together. “I want you,” he said simply. “Just you. Nothing else. Only ever you,” he breathed out in pain, closing his eyes. “Fuck, Emilia. You. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

17 " I knew it was important to box up these kind of moments, keep them locked away in my heart, and call them up when things got hard. Because moments like these reminded me that my life was hard, but not bad. There was a difference between the two.
A hard life equaled a life full of obstacles and challenging moments but also full of people you loved and cared about.
A bad life equaled an empty life. One that wasn't necessarily hard or challenging but was devoid of the people you loved and cared about. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

18 " Both sisters were feisty, but while Emilia was sassy in a I'm-a-good-person-but-can-engage-in-fun-banter kind of way, Rosie was more from the I'll-stab-you-in-your-sleep-if-you-piss-me-off school. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

19 " She’d painted me.

Not only did she paint me (and arguably gave me a better nose than the one I was born with), but it was also what I was doing in the painting that made me smile like a sleaze ball. I was holding a joint and laughing into a non-existent camera—though my eyes were still mine, kind of sad and dark and fucking scary—and I wore a simple black T-shirt that said “Black” in white. The background was stark, stupid pink.

I was her black.

And she was my pink.

I bought the painting in a heartbeat, dragging her boss aside. Gay, thank fuck. He was there with his boyfriend, Roi. By that time, I noticed Emilia was standing next to my image, talking about it with a woman, and I hoped I wasn’t too late to buy it myself.

I wasn’t.

Emilia didn’t know it yet, but she was going to paint another painting, of herself wearing a pink shirt against a black background, and I was going to hang it next to mine. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)

20 " What’s that in your hand, Vic?”

“This? I saw something I liked so I bought it when I got here.” He opened his fist and showed it to me.

It was a receipt for my painting. My heart stuttered.

He squeezed my hand in his and smiled. “It’s gonna look so fucking epic in my bedroom, don’t you think? I could fuck you and stare at myself as I do it. That’s some Napoleon shit right there. "

― L.J. Shen , Vicious (Sinners of Saint, #1)