The movies make the brooding guy the hero – the guy with problems the guy who carries a gun, the gun with unresolved anger, the guy with a chip on his shoulder, the guy who’s a vampire – and they tell you that you can have the mythical happy ending with that same brooding guy....

They say things about these woods…that there are strange things living here.

He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.

Did someone actually have to do bad things to be a bad boy, or was it all about the potential? If it was the potential that counted, then maybe it was the restraint that was so sexy, knowing that he could do something dangerous and powerful but had the restraint not to.

And she made all my dark corners light

I want you to walk away from a fight instead of run toward it, goddamn it.

There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe it’s just the way he always smells and there is no way to define it.

Zoe gave him a look that was difficult to interpret. Eventually she asked, “What makes you sure I couldn’t handle you?”She didn’t know what she was asking for, from a man who couldn’t remember what it was like to be innocent. Lightly gripping her hair, Alex forced her face close to his. The blond curls...

The villains were always ugly in books and movies. Necessarily so, it seemed. Because if they were attractive—if their looks matched their charm and their cunning—they wouldn’t only be dangerous.They would be irresistible.

She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

At forty-one, he was still the quintessential bad boy—charming, at ease in his skin, and great-looking, with deep blue eyes, slicked-back brown hair, and the kind of full, sensuous mouth that bad boys seemed to have an unfair market on.

If evil had a laugh, she thought it would sound like his.

I completely lost control. I was out of my fucking mind with the taste of her, the feel of her, those little moans of pleasure she made. Fuck, that woman completely unmans me. She consumes me to the point where my brain stops functioning entirely….

There is an aesthetic dimension to virtue. In real life, as opposed to in celluloid, we are attracted to the good and repelled by the bad. Even the woman who says she prefers the archetypal ‘bad boy’ probably doesn’t actually like it when he is bad toward her.

He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.

I’m broken. Fucked up. I feel sick. I can’t breathe. It’s like someone’s snaked their fingers around my heart, capturing it in a crushing grip. It’s Emma. This is her doing. Well, it won’t fucking bleed for her. It won’t bleed for anyone. It’s black. I’m dead inside.

You only know me as an ordinary human being, with flesh, blood and bones, but there is something about me too hard for you to decipher, for if i let you, you will ever regret knowing me.

Holy bad boy Batman!

If you don’t feel the same way about him, if you’re just leading him on, you need to tell him that. I’ve seen too many nice guys get shafted because a girl can’t get over some jerk.

Fire False Friends as early as possible. Do it before they dig out the dream seeds you’ve planted! The earlier, the better; the quicker, the safer!

Girls, watch out for the bad guys!…there are those capable of showering their resources on you just to dance on top of you, and finally destroy your good image and reputation.

I’m glad to be classed with the criminal element.

When mothers warn their daughters about all the cold nasty men out there who will only break their tender little hearts, I’m the one they’ve got in mind because I’m the one who broke their hearts when their mothers were warning them.

We look for pretty girls we can say bad things to. No one shows up.

When you find someone you want to spend forever with you, you don’t let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day or a year of fifty years. Don’t let the fear of losing them keep you from loving them.

I’m half good and I’m half bad. My mama is a very good girl and my daddy is a very bad boy. And I guess that leaves me somewhere sort of…here.

Das Blau in seinem Blick multiplizierte und intensivierte sich, während er sich weiter zu mir vorlehnte. Irrtum, bemerkte ich: Ich zog ihn näher.

Women are attracted to bad boys not because they want to fall in love… we just want to ride on the backs of their motor bikes.

Caring for someone is scary, because you both know how it feels to lose someone in the span of a heartbeat.

Kidnap me and take me away. Throw me across the back of your bike and show me what it feels like to have the wind in your face and the sun on your skin, day in and day out. If it’s anything at all like this then it must be heaven on earth. 

It sounded like the usual—seduce and ruin, my area of expertise, also my area of boredom.

It is back to basics here,’ Jason said. ‘What women seek to find in a man is dictated by evolution and the role of the man as a hunter gatherer. Women want a bad boy who will treat them well but not so well that they will have nothing to bitch about to their female...

Most insensible, corrupt, cheap, disrespectful young girls run after bad, rude, cocky, nonsensical boys, but a mature, educated, thoughtful, virtuos lady opts for a wise, well breed, experienced, humble, modest gentleman.

The man was rude, crude, and inappropriate. I was taken with him the moment I walked in the door, and I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

You. Aren’t you one of those Morgan boys? You must be the bad one.

A hug a day keeps the bad boys away.

Seeing the transformation in Aaron made me wonder how it would feel to have someone-even a not-so-nice guy like Aaron- look at me the way he looked at Anjali.

(…) before they actually admit to the big ‘L’ word. Love or lust – what’s the big, damn deal? You’re going to fuck either way, right?

Danger sweetens the brew. Makes it more delicious.