Smuttiest Book Quotes Novels & Stories

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

I told him with an evil smirk ************ Hey dear readers do comment about the chap and leave reviews on the book And follow my Instagram account Ankitaghosh200

she asked, holding up her complimentary copy. “How could I? Only just got it.” “Previously,” she said with a touch of exasperation. “No, I haven’t. I heard it was a dirty book,” I said and took a swig of my champagne. The woman’s thin lips thinned even more. “It is most certainly not. It is the greatest work of literature of the last or perhaps of any other century.”

Successfully deceiving him was my only way of seeing my pup again soon. I gave him what was supposed to be a coy smile, and since he smiled in return, it must have worked. Why did the Queen of Hell not write a book called Flirting for Dummies as the sequel of her bestselling work, Mates for Dummies? It would really help. Maybe the third book could be Revenge for Dummies. That would surely sell a lot in Hell.

"Clichés but I was interested to know what my woman invest most of her time in." He cares. My brain tells me but my other self is saying no he doesn't. He's doing it for his benefit. "The books" he pause. "I learn what Smut is in your world." I want the ground to swallow me right there. Oh wait. Did he just say learn? "You-" "You taught me what Smut is? " he winks at me. Fuck, that was so embarrassing." I only know the word fuck and fuck" he says, moving towards me.

How funny — Spectacle without a lonely touch of humor. "Assuming this is the case, perhaps we should reflect on the chances that this," Justin starts to say, moving toward me and taking the book from my hands, "isn't just some dreamy, spooky far-from-the-mind novel." creative of any author, but the prognosis of whoever TR McCammon is . —In the event that this is an expectation, I trust that you will return your dreams and let us know that we will not all end up becoming guinea pigs of these issues, I order, truly concerned for the prosperity of all of us.

he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-” He stopped for a second there looking down at me as he smirked and pushed the book back on the shelf from exactly where I had taken it out and said, “You know what, let’s try it. The library is a random and unfamiliar place for us to have sex. Maybe next time when you enter here you would remember my words better.”

Ohh she is running out of insults. "You are so stupid. You would have trouble pouring out water from a boot whose instructions are written on the heel." "Jealousy is a disease, get well soon." She thinks I'm jealous? "I would love to insult you but I'm afraid I can't do it as well as nature." "You always have your books open!" "Are you talking about my books or your legs?" "You are a bitch!" "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable like a coma?" "I-I hate you!"

“Honestly, girl, were you dunked in a curse or did you just bathe in failure and call it perfume?” “EXCUSE ME?!” From behind, the potato chimed in, deep and gravelly like some disapproving old uncle: “You haven’t washed your socks in three days. We can smell it through the soil.” “Okay, first of all—rude.” Then came the cucumbers. Synchronized sass. They literally swayed with each sentence. “Exiled…” “Unloved…” “Unmated…” “Unbathed…” “Okay, I get it!” I snapped. “I'm cursed, rogue, and a social disaster! But guess what? I'm still alive, so—ha!”

It wasn’t exactly the sort of book a man should suggest to a woman, at least not in the way he was imagining. “It’s not what you think!” I blurted out. “I was just… muttering to myself at the library, wondering if there were any s-smut novels, and he overheard, so…” I averted my gaze, the words tumbling out faster and faster as I scrambled to explain. Finally, desperate for an escape, I jumped to my feet and reached for his hand. “Anyway, it’s late. You should rest now.”