Bray Wyatt Quotes Novels & Stories

My own dick strains against my shorts, no briefs to hide it. “Yeah.” I replied, my voice husky. “Your cock, mostly.” Wyatt laughs, pulls his thumb from my mouth and slaps my cheek lightly. “You’re such a liar, Jonathan. You told me about Bryce and how you can’t stop thinking about his cock.” He steps back and nods to his friend. “Show him what you mean.” .

"Hey! You guys need a seventh? I'm Brady. Brady O'Neil. I'm great at not dying. Well, except for that one time, obviously, but that doesn't count." Axel studied him. "What's your skill set?" "Uh, I'm fast? And I'm really good at talking my way out of things. Also, I make excellent puns under pressure, which is important for morale." "He's an idiot," Walter said. "I'm a fun idiot," Brady corrected. "There's a difference." Axel sighed. "Fine. But if you get us killed, I'm haunting you in whatever comes after this." "Deal!" Brady stuck out his hand for a shake.

“Is there a problem with that?” Wyatt sipped from his glass. “No, it's just... You know, a man like him, it's hard for him to make a decision like that.” “If you have something to say to me, I invite you to say it without beating around the bush," said Crystal, resisting the urge to confront him loudly.

Wyatt says again. “Right.” I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “What the fuck is that suppose to mean?” He demands, turning in his seat to glare at me. Clearly my tone set him off. Good. His attitudes getting on my nerves just as much! “I don't want to talk about-” “Hell no, you don't get to pull that shit. I want to know what you meant by that little sarcastic 'right' of yours.” Wyatt tells me, folding his arms like he's my fucking dad or a school principal.

I say and his beautiful eyes meet mine once more and a small smirk appears on his lips and I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Blake Pierce, I have never met a woman so infuriating, smart, incredibly stubborn, and beautiful as you. You are like the sun to me. Everything in my world revolves around you. Everything that happened in our lives was for this moment right here,” Wyatt says as he stands up and takes one step to me, ending the distance between us.

“And now I'm being boring and just talking about myself. Sorry.” “Definitely not boring,” Wyatt assured her. The fact that she was divorced didn't bother him. Many of the women he met were divorced. He grinned over at her. “You have any siblings?” “Why? You want to know if I have a younger sister you can date?” she teased. She grinned at him. “I don't have a little sister. I have a little brother, but he's married.” “Aw shucks,” Wyatt replied with a fake disappointed look.

Sidney corrected, “you should come with us. You could offer horror mini sessions or try and sell some of our prints.” “I do like the sound of that,” Brady said. “You going with Wes?” “Yes, as always.” “That boy come out yet?” “Wes is not gay.” “If you say so, honey. At least you have nothing to worry about with him, alone in a condo after a horror movie.” “That’s because he’s married.” “Or it’s because he likes dick.” Brady laughed at himself. “OK, I want you to get on your stomach, pinup style. To keep your ass away from the blood, let’s put your chest there. Baby, you can get up now. You did great.”