“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, princess. Ain’t no one do bad like I do.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Her soul is clear of any red seals, but that won't last long, ' cause Papa's come to play.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Annabelle laughs. "Oh, so you think you're hot, do you?" "Girl, I got swag for days.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“If you could have anything, Dante, anything at all, what would it be? She slurs. Her. I want Charlie.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I'm surprised he doesn't reach for a wet nap to rid his hands of my general poorness.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“In this trunk," she says with a serious face, "is God's gift to women." "Chocolate?" "No." "Midol?" "What? No." "Tampons?" "Stop guessing,"… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I'll make waffles. My face lights up. Yes, she continues and bacon. I look at Max and nod towards Charlie That's my… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“There's the guy who trained me, you sexy son-of-a-bitch. I knew you could do this. I told the assistant, I said, 'Do… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Ready or not! Before I can stop him, Max races toward the bed and dives on top of us. Oh! Oh it… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Dante, this is Annabelle.” No. No way. That name is reserved for females with grace and elegance, not this girl. This girl… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“Annabelle smiles with one side of her mouth. "I don't look like a tomato?" "You look like a beauty." I take her… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I spin around and see Max running toward me in a gray Armani shirt. "Dante. Oh, Dante. Seal me! Seal me so… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I'll never understand the friendships Charlie has. Friendships where it doesn't take cash or hookups, or saying the right things to stay… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I don't mumble anymore, collector. I'm not a collector anymore, pipsqueak.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“As Charlie is leaving the house, she somehow trips on the threshold and nearly face-plants onto the ground. I roll my eyes. How is… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“In this trunk," she says with a serious face, "is God's gift to women." "Chocolate?" "No." "Midol?" "What? No." "Tampons?" "Stop guessing," she says.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, princess. Ain’t no one do bad like I do.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“His pinched expression looks like he just smelled his own asshole.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“The front door is painted a rich, bright red. The corners of my mouth curl into a smile. Have I mentioned my love affair… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“My lips move against hers, and the kiss says everything I'd hoped to hear. It tells me she loves me, and that she's in… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“There's the guy who trained me, you sexy son-of-a-bitch. I knew you could do this. I told the assistant, I said, 'Do you even… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I glance in the mirror. Surprise, surprise—I look finger-lickin’ delicious.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“It's not strange seeing her now, even knowing the things I know. I thought maybe it would be, but it's not. To me, she's… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“I point a finger at her. “Thanks, babe.” “I am not your babe.” “Whatev.” — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
“At the end of the walkway is a cat. It struts with arrogance. You'd think it just won the Nobel Prize. But it didn't.… — Victoria Scott Copy Share Image
