Once Upon a Broken Heart Quotes

“His teeth grazed her pulse.

'Jacks-' It was suddenly impossible to form words. His mouth was against her throat and his teeth were on her skin. HIs teeth! Evangeline finally pressed against his chest. But it was as useless as trying to battle a block of marble. Hot, sculpted marble. She wanted to tell him not to bite her, but saying the word bite didn't seem like the wisest idea just then. 'You won't want this later.'

'Not really thinking about later.' He licked her, one languorous stroke up the column of her neck.

She gasped. 'You don't even like me.'

'I like you right now. I like you a lot.' He gently sucked her skin. 'In fact, I can't think of anything I like more.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Evangeline wanted a real love powerful enough to break a spell, which was exactly what Jacks wanted, too.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Then her parents would both be sure to tell Evangeline that not all loves happened at first; some took time to grow like seeds, or they might be like bulbs, dormant until the right season approached. But Evangeline had always wanted love at first- she wanted love like her parents, love like a story.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“She could picture him flashing those deceptive dimples as he tricked an angel into losing its wings just so he could play with the feathers.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Jacks, I think there's something wrong with you.'

'That's not anything new.' He gave her a slow, impish smile.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“All stories are made of both truths and lies, she used to say. What matters is the way that we believe in them.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“I know that stories often take on lives of their own. I already feel as if the horror I went through is turning into a fairytale, but I am nothing special, and this is not a fairytale.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“I'm sorry Donatella wounded you so badly,' Evangeline said. And she meant it. She imagined Jacks was probably leaving a few things out, but she believed his hurt was genuine. 'Maybe the stories have it wrong and there's another true love waiting for you.'

Jacks laughed derisively. 'Are you saying this because you think you can be her?' He eyed Evangeline through the bars, gaze bordering on indecent. 'Do you want to kiss me, Little Fox?'

Something new and terrible knotted up inside her. 'No, that's not what I'm saying.'

'You don't sound too sure about that. You might not like me, but I bet you'd like it if I kissed you.' His eyes went to her lips, and the heat that swept across her mouth felt like the beginning of a kiss.

'Jacks, stop it,' she demanded. He didn't really want to kiss her. He was just teasing her to deflect the pain. 'I know what you're doing.'

'I doubt it.' He smiled, flashing his dimples as he ran his tongue over the tip of a very sharp and long incisor, looking suddenly thoughtful. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay like this. I rather like these.'

'You also like daylight.' Evangeline reminded him.

'I could probably live without the sun if I could trade it for other things.' He cocked his head. 'I wonder... if I were to become a true vampire, perhaps my kiss wouldn't be fatal anymore.' His fangs lengthened. 'You could let me bite you and we could try it out.'

Another piercing lick of heat, this time right beneath her jaw, then her wrist, and a few other intimate places she'd have never thought anyone would bite.

Evangeline blushed from her neck down to her collarbone. 'We're not talking about biting,' she said hotly.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“It’s you,” she whispered. “You’re the Prince of Hearts.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Wait- are you saying that your kiss isn't deadly if you don't want it to be?'

'Careful, Little Fox, you sound curious. But you shouldn't be.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“The first time I met her, she threatened to throw me from a sky carriage.'

'And you liked her for that?' Evangeline asked.

'I'd just threatened to kill her.' He said it as if they'd been flirting.

'This is a terrible love story, Jacks.'

'Who said it was a love story?' His tone turned back to acid.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“You sound jealous.'

'If you think I'm jealous because someone else got to stab you, then you're right.'

'Prove it.'

She heard the slump of his dagger as it fell at her feet. It was the jeweled one he carried everywhere. So many of the gems were missing, but the knife's hilt still glittered in the torchlight, pulsing blue and purple, the colour of blood before it was spilled.

'What am I supposed to do with this?'

'You might want to use it, Little Fox.' The corner of his mouth twitched as he slowly slid his pale hands through the bars of the gate and broke the lock in half. It could have been a twig, a piece of paper, or her.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“And then they will write their vows on their hands and place them over each other’s chests, so they may sink into their hearts, where they will be kept safe forever and always.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“This young man was going to ruin the girl that worked inside the shop.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“... it was tremendously hard to fully fall out of love with someone when you had no one else to love instead,”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Jacks reclined in a throne of ice as he glared down at a fox that looked more corporeal than ghost- all fluffy white fur, save for a circle of tawny surrounding one of its coal-dark eyes.

He appeared horrified by the animal, as if it's adorableness might somehow soften some of his nasty edges. Evangeline wished it would as she stood back a little to watch, enjoying that for once, Jacks was the one in the uncomfortable position.

He flinched when the creature nuzzled his scuffed boots.

She laughed, finally drawing his attention. 'I think it likes you.'

'I don't know why,' Jacks scowled at the beast.

It responded by affectionately licking the buckle at his ankle.

Evangeline continued to smile. 'You should name it.'

'If I do that, it will think it's a pet.' Jacks words dripped with disgust, which only further convinced Evangeline this fox might be the best thing that had ever happened to this Fate.

'How about I name her for you? What do you think of Princess of the Fluffikins?'

'Don't ever say that again.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“If Evangeline had a dagger, she imagined she could have sliced into that night as if it were a cake and stolen a piece of it to take a bite of all the wondrous dark.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“They said his kiss was fatal to all but her—his only weakness—and as he’d sought her, he’d left a trail of corpses.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“There are much better ways to die than this, Little Fox.'

'Your attempts to comfort are tr-tragic,' Evangeline stuttered.

'You're still alive,' he grumbled. His fingers found her eyelids then, and with feather-soft touches, he brushed away the melting ice.

Maybe he wasn't entirely hopeless. She wondered if he just hadn't had much practice at this. Comforting someone was an intimate thing, and according to the stories, intimacy didn't end well with Jacks. But he clearly knew how to be gentle. She felt herself thaw in increments as his fingers went to her cheeks, sweeping away the frozen tears.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“What have you done?' Evangeline demanded.
'Exactly what you asked.' Another bite of his apple. 'I made sure the wedding didn't happen.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Or maybe she just likes me more than she likes you."
"She hates me," Jacks said pleasantly. "So even if she likes you more, that's not saying very much.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“I didn't think you cared.'

'I don't. But you still owe me one kiss, and until I collect it, you're mine, and I do not like to share.'

'If I didn't know you better, I'd say you sounded jealous.'

'Of course I'm jealous. I'm a Fate.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Please, I know you understand heartbreak. Stop Luc from marrying Marisol. Save my heart from breaking again.”

“Now, that was a pathetic speech.” Two slow claps followed the indolent voice, which sounded just a few feet away.

Evangeline spun around, all the blood draining from her face. She didn’t expect to see him—the young man who’d been tearing his clothes in the back of the church. Although it was difficult to believe this was the same person. She had thought that boy was in agony, but he must have ripped away his pain along with the sleeves of his jacket, which now hung in tatters over a striped black-and-white shirt that was only halfway tucked into his breeches.

He sat on the dais steps, lazily leaning against one of the pillars with his long, lean legs stretched out before him. His hair was golden and messy, his too-bright blue eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth twitched at the corner as if he didn’t enjoy much, but he found pleasure in the brief bit of pain he’d just inflicted upon her. He looked bored and rich and cruel.

“Would you like me to stand up and turn around so that you can take in the rest of me?” he taunted.

The color instantly returned to Evangeline’s cheeks. “We’re in a church.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” In one elegant move, the young man reached into the inner pocket of his ripped burgundy coat, pulled out a pure white apple, and took one bite. Dark red juice dripped from the fruit to his long, pale fingers and then onto the pristine marble steps.

“Don’t do that!” Evangeline hadn’t meant to yell. Although she wasn’t shy with strangers, she generally avoided quarrelling with them. But she couldn’t seem to help it with this crass young man. “You’re being disrespectful.”

“And you’re praying to an immortal who kills every girl he kisses. You really think he deserves any reverence?” The awful young man punctuated his words with another wide bite of his apple.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Jacks' hand slid across the rail and twined his cold fingers with hers. He didn't hold back, he just held her hand, stunning her in to silence.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“For finding dreams that don't exist yet.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“He brought his hand up to her mouth and marked the seam of her lips with the blood. Metallic and sweet. Incredibly sweet. She wanted to hate the taste, but it was more like a feeling than a flavor. It was the last perfect moment before a dream ends, drops of sunshine falling like rain, lost wishes that had been found.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Luck had nothing to do with it,” Jacks mumbled. “I wanted you here, Little Fox. Who do you think asked Poison to save you and suggest to his empress that she send you to Nocte Neverending?”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“I don’t know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it’s already yours.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid and tense, as if he really didn't want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as through he had no intention of ever letting her go.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Chaos tilted his head, eyes landing on their intertwined hands. “Interesting.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart