Smuttiest Book Quotes Novels & Stories

I suspected he was masked with mistletoe, so I checked the study first. A wise choice because of the Savagers. I got in and found Justin admiring the books. “You can't be in here,” I asserted but he didn't flinch. He continued looking through the shelf. “I said —” “I heard what you said,” he spoke abruptly as he picked out one of the books. “Have you read it? The story of Alpha Dante by Crystal L. It's such a nice read,” “Get the fuck out,” He grinned, excited by my outburst. “You are so fierce,” he walked up to me, keeping the book back on the shelf. “I love that,”

She says breathlessly. A low snarl departs from between my lips, "That's the biggest load of bok [shit] I have ever heard, Mrs Burak." I mutter. "You light up every room you walk into, and it makes me delirious with jealousy," I admit unashamedly.

I took the note and read it: Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It was my favourite part of the book. The first sentence being the one I adored the most. I sighed, not sure how I wanted to go about my day. I've got to study, yet that picture I found kept bothering me. I needed answers.

She laughed, thinking I was weak in mind, but somehow, a laugh tore from my chest. We laughed it off—the tension, the chemistry, just like we always did. I wasn't weak—I was just waiting for when she'd see me. Then, she'd be the first to find me as the dirtiest-hearted man who ever lived. The laughter filled the air until I raised the book in my hand. Fuck! One of her smutty books. “Drop that, Rhys!" She had barely stared a second before yelling. I didn't listen— as I flipped the thick cover of skulls and roses. The deduction read “To those who will always take it like the good girls they are….and would still swear they feel nothing"

"It's just a romance story I found on the shelf.” "Honey, this is pure smut!" She cackled, flopping down onto the armrest of my chair, still chuckling. She closed the book and looked at me with a smirk, her eyes glinting with unfiltered mischief. "Honestly, I really wonder how you cope. You're here looking so innocent, but you must be so sex-starved. Tell me, is that why you’re reading this despite knowing what it’s about?” I blinked in complete shock at her blunt words. "Mary, please!"

The idea itself reminded me of a famous quote we say when looking at a book. ‘Never judge a book by its cover’ The cover could look like trash, making you believe that it had the worst content. However, once you give it a chance, you might find that it was the best book you’ve ever read, and vice versa. I looked at my wife whose eyes met mine and I gave her a quick nod, it was faint, and quick. But I knew that she saw it. “See you in the final level, everyone!”

He strode over towards me, and yet again, I wasn't able to move away. "I think it's time we talk about why I'm really here," he said suddenly. "Agreed," I said curtly, not wanting to give too much away. "I read your book again. I have some notes," "Oh? You do?" I narrowed my eyes at him. That wasn't what I was expecting. "The ending for one, I didn't like it," "What didn't you like about it?" "The last line in the book was; 'you, me, and never us'. That was just so fúcking depressing,"

"You mean talk about books and be boring?" Chuckling, I flicked her nose. "That's fucking hot and adorable." I didn't care to see Kriti's annoyed expression, Pranit's curious glance and some of the other people stare. All mattered was a small smile rising on her face. "I love your book talks. It turns me on." She scowled, hitting my arm. "You're so vulgar." She forgot we were fighting. How easily she forgot that. "And you can talk about it. Don't be sexist, baby." We both chuckled, her hands grasping my shoulders. "Where is your specs?"

I can’t change that the books have been dropped. “I think you should clean them.” One of her friends snaps; her voice is crazily high-pitched and very annoying. “Yeah, lick them clean.” Sapphire’s other friend agrees; I just stare at all three of them as I wait for the laughter to follow their bad joke but it never comes. I glance down at the books and slam them onto the counter. I’ll do many things but I draw the line at licking a perfectly clean and brand new book.

“Always reading smut, huh? I didn’t take you for the type, but I guess I should’ve known better.” I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I haven’t always read smut. The books I used to read before were never like this,” I shot back, my voice laced with irritation. “It’s just…different genres. That’s all.” He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through me. “Sure, different genres,” he mocked lightly, waving the book in front of me. “You know, these scenes are pretty explicit. I didn’t know you had such a vivid imagination.”