Smuttiest Book Quotes Novels & Stories

I picked up from where he ended, “‘I can take other women, but you can't be seen with any other man.’” “Why do people write books like that?” “Why do we read books like that?” I shot back, laughing, and he gave a defeated smile. “You got me.” All fell into silence once more, as we read. I discovered we were ridiculously close, but he didn't seem to notice. “But, if it weren't for books, most of us would have crumbled.” He said in a soft voice that made me feel he'd also gone through a lot. “You sound like you've had quite a lot of troubles.”

I groaned deeply, one hand gently threading into her bun, not forcing, just guiding. “That’s it,” I rasped. “Just like that, baby. Use your tongue.” She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She took more of me, bobbing her head slowly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva dripped down my shaft as she worked me, her hands stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her glasses fogged slightly. Her bun was coming loose. She looked utterly debauched, an innocent librarian, I guessed on her knees with a stranger’s cock in her mouth, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

“‘He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.’ ” I hear Sebastian’s husky voice behind me, quoting the novel’s most famous line and turn my head to face him. Gosh, it was dark out already. Had I read the entire afternoon away? “You have read Wuthering Heights?” I ask him with a smile and put the copy of my book down on my lap. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked towards where I was seated, giving me a gorgeous Jake Gyllenhaal lopsided smile. If my heart had a face, I would punch it right now for its irregular beat. That smile, oh my gosh.

Never have I been this jumpy. I drank the lukewarm latte again. The feed popped up and I clicked the first tab that opened. A cartoon caricature of the Devil appeared above the short article. I didn't find it very amusing as I tucked my hair behind my ears, then took a seat on my high stool and read. It contained mostly nonsense quotes and references but I was quick to highlight the points and I read with slow horror. I had just gotten why this book was so important and it wasn't good.

Also me after writing half the chapter out: fuck it, do the smut scene and fuck with their emotions! Anyone else feeling a little bad for Alpha Quade??? Just me.. Ayt! This book is gonna be a lot darker than the last one so, be warned.

His face darkened: “He's mocking me.” “You couldn't tell from the title? He calls you a 'git'- hey, don't take it back! It's my book!” “It's mine, maggot, and this is unnecessary!” “Please? I'm sure it has something useful in it. I'll take everything else with a grain of salt.” “Take it with a whole shaker.” Aym was right. Samael really was oblivious when it came to personal interactions. Not that Death needed a good grasp on emotions to do his job.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her trembling fingers. The book creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. Its pages were yellowed and fragile, but tucked between random paragraphs were faint markings—notes written in delicate, slanted handwriting. Leah’s heart thudded as she scanned the lines, searching for meaning. On the third chapter, Sofia’s voice came alive. “Nothing is ever truly what it seems. A beautiful prison is still a prison.” Leah’s brows furrowed. She flipped another page. More underlines, this time around a quote from the book’s protagonist:

"Books are full of manipulations. They can either have two types of approach; influence unscrupulousness or in beneficial manner. It looks as if ye have a different kind of approaching a book. Pardon me, I have no certainty for love." "Yer hard luck I must say, yer life knows neither escapade nor exuberance. Ye live an uninspiring verve, dear brother." "Never believe in what the city people assures you, but believe my words for I have seen what life can do. I know what's outside this place, it can only endanger your soul. The elites have no heart, no heart at all. They may pretend to be your friend but only to put your life in misery. People are more cruel than animals."

With a gentle pull, Joseph selected a dusty tome, feeling the weight of its untold stories in his hands. The book, like a relic from a bygone era, held the promise of forgotten wisdom. Before delving into its contents, Joseph decided to liberate it from its dusty shroud. A well placed exhale expelled a cloud of dust, and, in response, Joseph couldn't stifle a sneeze that reverberated through the room. "Oh my, it's so dusty, probably never been cleaned," he muttered to himself, a wry smile playing on his lips. The intentional neglect of this corner was a deliberate choice, a testament to the charm of the untouched and the allure of secrets waiting to be unraveled.