Outlander Jamie Fraser Quotes Novels & Stories

“So what I’m hearing is—you fumbled into the arms of a tall, emotionally unavailable man in a suit, had sinfully hot hotel sex, and now he’s in charge of your quarterly reviews?” “Yes.” “…Hot,” Avery breathed. “Deeply unwise. But so, so hot.” Jamie exhaled like he was being exorcised. “I want to die.” “No, you don’t. You want to kiss him again and then throw yourself into a copier so he’ll have to carry you out.” Jamie groaned louder. “He literally said it wouldn’t happen again.” “But did he say it like he meant it, or like he was trying to convince himself?”

Clasping my hands around the arrow, I made to pull it out of my arm. “If I were you, I wouldn’t try that,” the rogue beside Rebecca said as he shook his head with pity in his eyes. “Jerome!” Rebecca glared at him after he spoke. “How could you say that to her? Don't tell me you’re starting to feel the mate bond?” She grabbed onto his arm, blinking her lashes at him, her lips pouted.

Tasha I giggled when I was picked up off the porch by Jamie. He gently bit into my shoulder, drawing a moan from me. He smirked down at me. “You are so damn beautiful, Tasha.” I ran my fingers over his neck. “And you are so damn handsome, Jamie.” “So, do you think Falcon ran away from our lovemaking or do you think he actually went somewhere productive?” I smacked his shoulder. “I’d have run away, too. You guys didn’t let him sleep.”

I chuckled. “I’m jealous,” Jamie sighed. “Maybe I should go hunt down a certain feisty Nonna.” “I think you need to leave Nonna alone,” I glowered. “Me too,” someone growled outside the door. Mick then leaned in with a murderous look on his face. “Stay away from my Nonna you piece of shit.” “How do you know I was talking about your Nonna? Huh? There could be any number of Nonna’s on my radar,” Jamie said stubbornly, that familiar defiant glint in his eyes.

"I know this might sound a bit self-centered, but I really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him. Just between you and me, if he ever found out I spilled the beans to you first…" "This is just between us," Jamie said, his eyes shining like the ocean, just like his father’s, conveying a sense of ease. I had made some mistakes, but Alexander hadn’t held me responsible for any of them. Now it was my turn to be as considerate as he had been. "Given my past experiences, Jamie, I wasn’t surprised that Alexander had a history, and it doesn’t bother me. I just wish he felt more comfortable sharing these things with me."

I warned. "You will be fine, Olivia. Don't panic. Remember it is not the end of the world," Jamie's reassuring words resonated in my ears, but I was too far in pain to store her words in my brain. "Tell Grandma to forgive me for troubling her. I will never forget her kindness and support. And you, Jamie, I'm sorry for teasing you to get married. Don't even get married. There's nothing special in it. In the end, they will leave you to suffer with the pregnancy."

“Then, how should I promote you?” Jamie shook off the droplets from his hands and replied with a hint of coyness, “Tell everyone that I'm loyal and dedicated. Also, let everyone know that I've only ever loved a woman.” After saying that, Jamie turned to leave, and his footsteps were more suave than usual. As Wylie processed his words, she realized that this really was a celebration! …

A few minutes later, Oliver stepped out with just a towel wrapped around his waist down, his body dripping with water as he said, “I thought you were going to join me like old times–” “Just shut up and tell me why you so badly want to see me.” She scolded angrily. “Jamie, you left me!” Oliver stated as he walked closer. “Tsk…are we going to talk about that now?” Jamie scoffed in disbelief as he stared into Oliver’s lustful eyes while he sat very close to her. “Jamie, it’s important too.” Oliver said as he gently took her hands into his.

he accuses. “A little,” I admit, smiling despite myself. Jamie points her glass at Alessandro. “You need to lighten up, Don Alessandro. Life is for the living,” she says, and I laugh at the way she uses a strong Italian accent to call him Don. Alessandro snorts, and I can see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Careful, Jamie,” he says dryly. “I might start to think you actually like me.”

I find myself whispering. At this, Jamie sighs with pleasure, seemingly having forgotten the slap. “Marty kissed me..he said I was his bride, his mate. He kissed me till I was bleeding and I liked it. I loved it, Laurel. I loved him sucking on me, I loved him doing things to me…you see my teeth? Aren’t they beautiful?” A gasp escapes my lips. “Jamie…do you realize what you’re saying?” “He never hurt me!” she shrieks. “He loves me! He wants only me! Why did you have to show up?! You! You’re ruining everything!”