Smutty Book Quotes Novels & Stories

Before I could even think of closing my mouth the correction poured out of me. “Perfect,” I corrected. His eyebrows flew up at me as if asking me a question. His face was a mixture of curiosity, and annoyance. “The quote. It’s “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain,” I said, looking back into his dangerous eyes, “I’ve read this book more times then I can count.” “Is that so? I like my version better,” he said. “You like your version even though your version is wrong?” I said, giving him a mocking smile, "That sounds like something a typical man would say."

The idea was really wholesome that I keep on anticipating for the next page to find another note with his messy penmanship starting with my name and a message he wanted to tell me on how a highlighted sentence reminded him of me. I know people had been exchanging thoughts through book quotes ever since, but it’s different when it’s already about you. Because you can’t help but be in a state of awe when you realize that at that very moment when they were reading that book, you were the only person in their mind; that every little thing they find similar of you to a phrase reminded them of your smile and the funniest things you’d try just to make them laugh. People would probably call it silly

But the little bit of goodness I still possess triumphs over everything else, transforming me into a compassionate person. "Anything you want to talk about?" I ask anyway, blowing perfect rings of smoke into the air as I continue to puff on my cigarette's drenched filter, despite knowing that I might later regret it. "You don't need to act concerned, B. It's alright. I'm fine." "Who said I was acting? I'm genuinely curious if there's anything you'd like to discuss." "Still, no. "I'm perfectly fine." She shifts her gaze away from the midnight, cloudy sky, forcing a smile to show me she's fine.

Knowing Juliette, they'd probably still spend an hour more before she'd finally decide on something. "Better to be a hoe, than to not be whole," Sam piped up. Sensing our confusion, she chuckled. "It's from my book." A string of 'ohs' was what followed her statement. We needed no further explanation to understand what she meant. "What was the book title this time?" I asked, smiling lightly. "I Am A Teenager In Heat," she answered between laughs - something we soon joined in. "Who even names their book that?" Juliette reasoned, chuckling softly.

The kiss didn't last long, but it left me wanting more. "You look beautiful," Soren said in a husky voice. I just smile, despite everything, I still can't speak. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Her door opens without a sound. There she is. Curled on her side. Breathing even. She looks... untouchable like this. “Why can’t I just hate you?” The words slip out before I can stop them. My eyes drop to the dresser. A book. I pick it up. Yellow streak across the page. Thick. Messy. She used syrup. “The devil doesn’t only wear horns. He wears control like a suit.” I stare at it. A smile cuts across my mouth. I don’t mean for it to.

“Because I want to be your friend, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I had a feeling he wasn’t going to listen to me no matter how much I argued, and there were only 10 more minutes before my next class. “What nonsense were you talking about earlier?” I asked. He frowned. “It’s a quote from the book.” He pointed at my book. “How many times have you read this that you memorized quotes like that?” I asked in pure shock. I didn’t ever remember him reading back in high school and he still didn’t strike me as the illiterate type.

Tyson She keeps flipping the pages and skimming through them, searching for what love is. It's funny we hunt for things that are right in front of us, but we can barely recognise them. Either we refused to or we are ignorant of them. Take this quote from me. I guess she was done going through the books on her desk because she stood up heading towards the book shelf to return them. I stand on my feet to follow her since it is kind of dark, I can't let her walk around without me by her side.

",Christian questioned himself, gasping in disbelief. "Didn't I tell you before, that I have some special magic to read your mind. You are that important book in my life which I want to read again and again,never getting bored as I always find it interesting like I have never read it before.",Samson said, in his deep husky voice.

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,”