Quirkiness Quotes Novelas e Histórias

"Don't nobody got my shit twisted." Quinton leaned back into the couch, hands behind his head, still grinning like an idiot. “Aight, aight,” he said. “Relax, big man. But for real—seven calls? He your boo or some'?” I scoffed , not even offended."I'm not into dudes, bro." "Somehow, I don't think that's entirely true." I sighed, leaning back on the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it had answers. Quinton glanced at me from the corner of his eye. He didn’t say anything but just watched. Which somehow made it worse.

Here he goes being sarcastic again. "Then, I'm sorry I speak my mind sometimes, but I honestly don't know your truths. I just happen to have a mind of my own that creates its own thoughts. You expect me to run away with you from someone I don't know to somewhere without even thinking of why's and who's? I'm not a robot, Quillon." I pointed at my temple. "This is working." He looked at me for long seconds before he shook his head. "You talk a lot."

he replies, his tone neutral but his brow furrowed with unspoken questions. The door shuts, and it's just us, stuck in this awkward pause. Andrei's staring me down, but I'm holding firm. “You’re a regular Houdini of stubbornness,” he retorts with a frustrated sigh. “Stubborn as a mule, as a tree root, as a mountain of cold porridge. Why must you always turn my life into a war of attrition?”

“I mean…what we do now is fine.” I curled my hands around my desk and leaned forward. “Yes, it’s fine, and vanilla has its place, but you and I both know that it’s not enough. Not for you and not for me.” “I…” she shook her head and into her lip. “What is it?” “It’s just…I’m weird right? For liking those things. It makes me...” She didn’t have the words, but I understood her feelings about it. Everyone questions it. “There’s nothing wrong with kink. You shouldn’t feel shame for having those desires.”

“What do you mean shameless?! Don’t just spout out nonsense. Nobody’s going to think you’re mute if you shut up! What right does a live-in son-in-law like you have to say anything you want here anyway?!” Quinn Zimmer said with a peculiar tone. Harvey York coldly said, “Since you have the capabilities to make up an excuse like this, why are you even afraid of being bad-mouthed by other people? Who was it that was crying and shouting at my wife to snag the contract when nobody could?!”

"And it doesn't freak you out?" "Nope. Guess I've always been good with weird." Hawk snorted as he rolled his eyes. "Weird, huh? That's what we are to you?" "The weirdest I've ever met," Lilly teased, "but I'm not complaining. Keeps life interesting." Quill leaned back, inspecting his work before dabbing it with ointment. "Good thing you like weird, or this would've cost you double." "Worth it," she declared, swinging her foot carefully to admire the design. "This is perfect."

He regarded me critically for a moment before replying, "Don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?" More boldly than I'd ever thought myself capable of, I said, "Good thing I'm not a cat then." "You definitely don't look flexible enough to be one," he said, smirking at me devilishly, the kind of smirk that made it more than clear there was some sort of a sexual innuendo hidden in that sentence. What, I wasn't sure. Ignoring his smirk and not even bothering to uncode the hidden meaning behind his weird words, I said, "I'm flexible enough, just not a cat."

“Even if you have to bend over backwards.” My God, why is she acting like we’re walking into a war zone? “Mmh-hmm!” I clear my throat, stepping forward. “Look, Miss Quinn…” The rest of the room snaps their gaze to me like I’ve just committed a crime. “I understand your…” I pause, pouting slightly as I search for the right word. “Grievances.” “Grievances?” She tilts her head, one eye twitching slightly. “Yes, grievances.” I nod, amused. “Not everyone is comfortable working with the same woman who managed to bag the man that rejected you publicly—and is also getting the attention of the one you’d do anything to make notice you.”

“An affair?” “Yep,” she said, popping the p. “And I quote, ‘It’s always the quiet ones.’” I groaned, pressing my forehead against my keyboard. “Unbelievable.” “Oh, I don’t know,” she hummed. “If I were you, I’d take it as a compliment. He’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous—it’s only logical.” I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me. Nebraska always had a way of making everything sound less terrifying than it actually was.

Ate it with the solemnity of a last communion. “I’m just curious,” he said, far too lightly. “A little girl who looked so vividly alive, so full of joy...there must’ve been a father who was very... memorable.” “Funny,” I said softly. “Out of all the disgusting things about you, your curiosity might be the most consistent.” Lorenzo only looked at me. I set down my napkin. “You come in uninvited, make everything itch, and somehow still think you matter just because your buzzing sounds expensive.”