Blackmail Quotes

“Strange how things turn out. Two birds, one stone and all that.' McBlane chuckled at his own impromptu joke. 'But things have worked out for the best and now we all get to work together,' he said, and a smile spread across his face as easy as a politician's lie.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“My husband would do anything for me ...' It's degrading. No human being ought to have such power over another."

"It's a very real power, Harriet."

"Then ... we won't use it. If we disagree, we'll fight it out like gentlemen. We won't stand for matrimonial blackmail.”
― Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman's Honeymoon

“You have a virus time bomb in your software. The active boot partition of your system has been encrypted. You must respond to this message within fifteen minutes to prevent detonation.”
― Michael Parker, The Eagle's Covenant

“That's blackmail on top of attempted murder, Kye. I can officially kill you”
― Keri Arthur, Bound to Shadows

“Does he live alone?”
“Yes.”
Conor stood up. “Thank you,” he said pleasantly and shot him in the head.”
― Michael Parker, The Eagle's Covenant

“You don’t get to say it’s not a big thing. This is a big fucking thing, okay? This was supposed to be—this is mine. I’m supposed to decide when and where and who knows and how I want to say it.” Suddenly, my throat gets thick. “So, yeah, you took that from me.”
― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

“He put the lasagna on the ground, stripped down to his skivvies, tucked into the shadows at the rear of the house and let his dinner come to him.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossbones

“Blackmail is aggravating in normal circumstances, but far worse when it's coming from a younger sister.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue

“The bonds of friendship dwindle with age, Oliver. But a little blackmail lasts forever.”
― Stephen Hunt, The Court of the Air

“The scent of blood in the wind drew him like a poultice.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossbones

“Fate had played a cruel trick and turned him into a monster.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossbones

“Love, romance, Ghost Suspense, murder, blackmail, hell, Violence, manipulation, dark creature, evil”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossbones

“Out of the morass of darkness came a ray of hope. She lighted like a butterfly in a swarm of moths.”
― Diane L. Kowalyshyn, Crossbones

“I am one of those servants – butlers usually – who respectfully points out when their master is about to do something stupid: "You should probably only burn the document once the blackmail has been completed, m' lady.”
― Joe Dunthorne, Submarine

“That there was some sort of justice involved, in watching some of these people- these terrible fucking human beings, these terrible fucking men- beg, grovel, face for the first time ever the consequences of their actions.”
― Ellery Lloyd, The Club

“There'd be no point trynna blackmail a bloke everyone already knows is a cunt, would there?”
― Garth Ennis, The Boys, Volume 2: Get Some

“I've read the stories. Teenagers committing suicide because all they can see ahead of them is shame and disgrace. Kids running away from home because they feel like they've list their future. Well, I'm not having that happen to Torin.”
― Val McDermid, Insidious Intent

“Action or exaction? Voting, petitions, solidarity, information, human rights: all these things are gently extorted from you in the form of personal or promotional blackmail.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories II, 1987-1990

“...you must blackmail Julius. Come, come, don't make a fuss! Blackmail is a wholesome institution, necessary for the maintenance of morals.”
― André Gide, Les caves du Vatican

“This is a fast-paced, page-turner with suspense in every chapter.”
― Ray Knowles, Operation Delilah

“What would you do if someone was blackmailing you?”
“Wish them luck. I ain’t got nothing.”

--Daisy Pettles, Shady Hoosier Detective Agency Book 2
Baby Daddy Mystery”
― Daisy Pettles, Baby Daddy Mystery

“Aggressive recruiting, lots of dirty tricks. He specializes in kompromat.” It was the Russian term for damaging material used to silence political opponents or to blackmail assets into”
― Daniel Silva

“Have you ever felt that one of your friends or relatives tried to isolate you from others? Do you know anyone who gets super spiritual when you try to have a normal conversation? Is this person always telling you what God told them that He wants you to do? Have you lost close friends because someone began to talk spitefully about them? Has anyone pitted two of your friends against each other? Is there anyone who releases fear at you whenever they want you to do something? Has anyone ever told you something terrible was going to happen to you if you didn’t do what he or she said?”
― Jonas Clark, How Witchcraft Spirits Attack

“Anything taken out of context sounds wrong.”
― De philosopher DJ Kyos

“The woman delivered emotional blackmail like a conscientious postman . My second marriage was the ransom I should never have paid.”
― Alice Feeney, Rock Paper Scissors

“If you insist on ‘exposing us’,” Donovan said, his voice hard as ice, using air quotes, “we’ll have to do some exposing of our own. Certain people, like network executives, probably aren’t too keen on their employees engaging in blackmail. Besides, Jada is beloved. You know it, and I know it. I’m sure her fans would love to fill your Twitter mentions with all kinds of creative replies if they knew what you were attempting to do.”
“You have no proof of blackmail.” Lila’s eyes spat fire.
Jada held up a manicured index finger. “Oh, but I do. You know how you kept calling and leaving messages? Silly me, I thought you were asking me to do interviews. Which you were, I guess, technically. I finally got around to listening to the voice mails.”
She wrinkled her nose, “Wow. Really creative vocabulary you have there, Lila. That last voice mail was quite a doozy. I wasn’t expecting the threats about how you were going to destroy me, how you were going to leak damaging rumors about me, how you’d been behind a lot of the hate I received online with bot accounts.” Jada grimaced. “Ugly stuff. You sounded drunk or high when you admitted that, so you might not remember saying all that, but you did.”
Jada kept her gaze trained squarely on Lila. She ignored John’s gasp.
Lila’s already pale skin turned ghastly white. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”
Jada sniffed. “Oh, I think you do. Really, I’d hate for those messages to fall into the wrong hands.”
Lila sneered, her veneer finally cracking. “You wouldn’t dare. You’re a spoiled, rich girl. You don’t have the balls.”
The courage of her convictions swept through Jada. “Keep telling yourself that.”
Jada turned to the other member of the blackmailing crew. “As for you, John, I’m sure people would love to know their perfect Mr. America has slid into the DMs of no less than three contestants from My One and Only with a woe-is-me story, trying to get back together with them, all at the same time.” Jada snapped her fingers. “Did I forget to mention I ended my social media hiatus to check my DMs? I do so love it when women have each other’s backs.”
Jada gave the cowards a moment to respond. When none came, she offered up the kill shot. “If none of that reasoning convinces you, and I can't imagine why it wouldn’t, please remember this spoiled, rich girl has a billionaire grandmother who loves her very, very much. If I tell her what you both attempted to do to me, she will ruin both your lives, barely lifting a finger. Contrary to what you believe, Lila, I don't make idle threats. I suggest you both slink away and forget you ever knew my name.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Do not manhandle me. My answer is no. I'm not for sale."
"But you don't have any family left," said Nicolas, raising an eyebrow.
The next few moments blurred together into one messed-up vision. A fist flying into Nicolas's nose. A loud crack. Blood splattering on Camille's dress. Rémi putting his arm around me. Jane, Phillipa, and Marie racing up to see what the commotion was all about. The clicks of cameras. A nightmare.
"This is private property. You're no longer guests of the château. Leave now," said Rémi as Nicolas scrambled up from the ground. "And stay away, far away from my fiancée, or I'll hunt you down."
Jane, Marie, and Phillipa flanked my sides, supporting my shaky body. Phillipa hissed to Nicolas. "You're wrong. Sophie has a family. She has all of us. And her dad."
I couldn't help but smile. What Phillipa said was true. I had everything.
"He broke my nose," said Nicolas, holding his hand up to his face, blood pouring down like a waterfall. "I'm going to press charges against you, all of you, you pieces of merde."
"Go ahead," said Rémi. "We may not be as wealthy as you are, but we're not doing so bad. You can try to destroy us, but if you know Sophie as well as I do, you know she fights back. And hard. Believe me. Nothing, not you, not me, will stand in her way. You're the only one with a reputation to lose---and from what I've read, most people think you're the scum of the earth."
Camille walked up the steps. "I'm out of here." She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sophie. I should have known. Small dick, small mind."
"I do not have a small dick," screamed Nicolas, his face turning red.
The guests from the Sunday lunch clasped their hands over their mouths. I felt like I was the star of a B movie. Who were these people? Cartoon characters?
"Oh, yes, you have a small penis. The smallest one I've ever seen," said Camille, winking at me. "And you think with it. Now, take me back to Paris so I can get rid of you. That is, unless you want my Instagram to blow up. Don't forget. I have pictures of your cornichon."
Nicolas raced after Camille. "You salope, those pictures are private."
Camille placed her hands on her skinny hips. "For now," she said.
I had to give Camille credit when it was due; she wasn't a brain-dead model, she was fierce.”
― Samantha Verant, Sophie Valroux's Paris Stars

“Through various forms of deception and blackmail, they held virtually unchecked power. Practically every celebrity, politician, and academic with any clout was under their thumb.”
― Cliff Jones Jr., Dreck

“If you do not allow me to come, I shall write to my father."
I gave a sharp breath of laughter. "You think he will sympathize with your desire to go charging into Faerie? I will rise in his esteem for refusing you--- though admittedly this is because his expectations of me are at ground level."
"You don't understand," she said. "I shall write to him to say that you have given me little in the way of supervision, and allow me to wander the mountains at all hours, despite the danger. And then, after I have sent the letter off, I shall follow you into the nexus. And what will happen, do you think, if I do not catch up to you?"
We gazed at each other in silence for a long moment. Ariadne looked pale, and several times she had the appearance of biting back an apology, but she did not apologize. Nor did she drop my gaze.
"You wretched brat," I finally said. "I will tie you to your bed.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“The very premise of emotional blackmail is: If you don't agree to my demands, I will harm myself, which will, in turn, harm you too. I was subject to this pure emotional blackmail.”
― Bharani Kumar Buyakar, Once Again Beautiful And Pure: A Tale of Strength and Redemption