Novel & Cerita Dirty Little Secret Quotes

~~Stephanie "Want a beer?" He asked me. His deep voice shot tingles up my spine. All I could do is nod. I was so afraid to speak. I felt glued to the floor. "Wildflower. Its ok. We are just talking." Jackson whispered. "How can you be ok with this? After all this time?" I asked, my voice cracking.

“at least not one that can send me to jail.’” “I do not know your definition of secret, but I think it is a fact that people are privy to. Don’t you think?” she tightened her hold on her glass. “People are privy to the fact that you do drugs and that you are addicted to heroin.” she choked on her drink. “That’s a lie! I don’t do drugs!” Relaxing back, I observed her with a senile smile. “I am a man who is not easily deceived. Which means I have something that really proves that you indeed do drugs.”

What better way to monitor everyone's comings and goings? "Did you hear our conversation?" I asked bluntly, then shook my head, rephrasing. "You heard a handful of our conversation, didn't you?" Scarlet nodded emphatically. "I heard all of it." She jerked a thumb back towards her hidden alcove. "I hid here to smoke earlier than you guys," she said by way of explanation. Then she cocked her head, a strange half-smile twisting her features as she added mockingly, "You know, discussing secret matters like this in a public place is no different from posting these secrets online.” she cocked her head to one side and I couldn't help but wonder if she did drugs. She kinda acted a little bit like sh

I mean, if we had secrets in common, then we’re no doubt the perfect girlfriend duo. I gasped, “what? I have a million and one questions! dish!” “That’s not happening,” she blinked shyly and straightened back in her seat, “my point is, everyone has a dirty little secret and they had no right to make you feel like a social pariah or an object of ridicule.”

“That’s not true. You’re not a dirty secret. If you were, do you think I would have held you like I did yesterday out on the training field?” “Really? Cause that’s what it feels like, as for yesterday I was just a friend helping a friend.” I pulled my arm out of his grasp, entered my home and slammed the door. Walking into my room, I caught a glimpse of my neck in the vanity mirror. What the fuck? Shit! “QUINN! YOU FUCKING JACKASS.” I yelled at him through the link. “I told you you’re not a dirty little secret, but the things I think about doing to you shouldn’t be done in public. I just made sure that people know who I spend my private time with and others know you’re off limits.”

The morning buzzed like a caffeinated circus. Lola’s nerves tangoed with excitement, each step toward the glass doors promising unknowing imminent disaster. The first time I met Adrian Blackwood, I spilled iced coffee on his shoes. Not just any shoes. Leather shoes so polished they reflected my panic back at me. “Oh my God,” I blurted, already crouching. “I swear I’m not usually this clumsy. That was a lie. I am clumsy. But not like this. This is… advanced clumsiness.”

I smirked at her in delight as I noticed she was in a squatting position. She smiled back as she rubbed her clitoris with her right hand, using her index and middle ginger fast, and she squirted not once, not twice, not three times, but four times. The floor was all wet, and I was speechless. Unice kept rubbing and squirting in front of me, making me want to fuck her until our bodies gave out. **

"The mighty, respected Sterling. The man who could have had a queen, but chose to marry a prostitute instead." "Jessica, what is wrong with you?" Alexander asked, his voice low and vibrating with fury. "Look at yourself. Have you forgotten who I am? Have you forgotten who you are?" "Forgotten?" Jessica shrieked, the gun trembling in her hand. "Yes, I did! I forgot the day it came to me that you—the billionaire, the icon—had been involving yourself with street trash! I lost myself trying to win you, Alexander. I lost my confidence, my pride. I am every man’s dream! I have the pedigree, the wealth, the beauty! And yet, regardless of my efforts, you chose that... that cleaner."

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.

“Ummm let’s see, I had 2 packs of m&m’s this morning at like 4 am with a shot of expresso, then after the meeting Stephano called, I ate a few skittles and drank a bottle of coke.” I could feel myself become more and more horrified with each word that came out of her mouth. “How are you still alive?” I ask with real wonder and surprise in my voice. “I’m Ava fucking Ferrari, a little sugar is not going to kill me, I once ate a whole pepperoni pizza while drinking 3 bottles of champagne on my own when my boyfriend broke up with me.” “AVA THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!!” At this Ava started laughing like a fucking crazy person while jumping on my bed for some reason.