Novel & Cerita Smutty Book Quotes

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.

Obsession looks like love if you don’t read it closely; I had learned to read it. “Don’t give him your eyes,” Sammi warned. “I give him nothing,” I said, and turned away first. The flame guttered, then swallowed the last of Finch’s careful hand. Smoke climbed and then was flicked away by a wind that smelled like sea and a little like forgiveness if you were naïve enough to think it owed you any.

NTHMUMEYSACHR Violet smirked. She turned her head and looked around. Her gaze landed on the chrysanthemums that were lying on the feet of Jesus. She walked towards it and held the chrysanthemums in her hand. A white card was tied with a brown string on the flowers' stem. A quote was printed on the card. Where there is no belief, there is no blasphemy. -Salman Rushdie "Montenaro, do you remember Siobhan Clarke?" Violet asked Eric.

‘He took me on a date even though he was busy with work ‘ She thought inwardly. ‘That’s so sweet of him ‘ Cammy said under her breath as she flushed red remembering how he had blown on her wound. She still felt his warmth on her face. She touched her face subconsciously and sighed. She loves him too much . Quote for this chapter; ‘’I am romantically clumsy. My heart, though full and in the right place, trips over its huge metaphorical feet when confronted by Love.’’

She swallowed it all greedily, her tongue milking me dry, not releasing me until I was a trembling, boneless mess slumped against the wall. She popped off with a wet smack, her tongue darting out to lick the last drop from her swollen lips while locking eyes with me, her gaze pure fire. "Better, baby?" "That was... fuck, I can't even think," I panted, my brain fried, but she just smirked, that predatory gleam making my spent cock twitch.

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

And a serpent doesn’t even a tightening in the chest at the thoughts of snitching on the monster. I grit my teeth, forcing my gaze to focus on the book that I don’t notice the presence behind my back until a deep gravelly voice brushes my ear. “Ah. Shakespeare.” He leans in, and I get a whiff of his intoxicating scents, danger, taboo, and expensive leather, reminding me of yesterday when he was buried deep inside me. “Not smut today?” “Yeah, well—” I pause and look back at me. “How do you know it’s called smut?”

“I’m sure you won’t have that.” “If marks that can’t be removed and bad smells can be considered an omen, then it’s already started,” I said bluntly. “But go on, I won’t interrupt, and I promise not to push.” She looked nervous, and I knew I had come across as bolshy already. “I mean, the library might have that book you mentioned. I just wanted to hear it from someone who lived here.”

Hi my loves. Thanks for supporting my new book and I hope you all love it. If it’s not too much, please help by leaving a review in the comments section. Let me know what you think and how you think I could improve the plot. Or if there’s something in the book that you don’t like. And I will definitely do my best that’s up to your standards. As for the smut, how are you finding it?🙃 Should I include more smutty chapters in the book?