Becca Fitzpatrick
Becca Fitzpatrick
Becca Fitzpatrickis an American author, best known for having written the New York Times bestseller, Hush, Hush...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth3 February 1979
CountryUnited States of America
people important lists
I’m not going to kill you, Nora. I don’t kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
doors should-have needs
You’re crowding me. I need— room.”... What I needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again I was proving I couldn’t be trusted in Patch’s presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet … I wasn’t.
doors unfinished-business said
Door’s locked,” he said. “And we have unfinished business.
book fall sacrifice
It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.” “It does make a difference,” I said, my voice small but confident. “You and I share the same blood.” I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. “I’m your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and you’ll die. It’s written in The Book of Enoch.
jobs eye new-job
I got a new job.” Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish.
fighting thinking boxing
That was a good fight back in the gym,” he said. “But I think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.
sacrifice past mouths
I didn’t accept your sacrifice. I turned it down.” I felt a small Oh form at my mouth, but it never quite made it past my lips. “Are you saying you gave up getting a human body for me?
hurt smell needs
...I need a boyfriend. And to get a boyfriend, you have to look good. Doesn’t hurt to smell good too.
school students life-is
For someone who’s made it clear that her life is superior to every other student’s at this school, you sure make it a habit of pursuing every facet of our boring, worthless lives.
curfew minutes
Rollover minutes don’t work with curfews.
hands firsts break
I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break,” Patch said.
regret voice ears
Touch her,” he said in Scott’s ear, his voice low and threatening, “and it’ll be the biggest regret of your life.
nice horny being-nice
Being nice? He’s being horny.
boys drunk pimp
Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music. “What?” I called back. “You look great!” A goofy smile was plastered on his face. “Oh boy,” Vee said. “Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp.” “So maybe he’s a little drunk.” “Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs.” Ugh.