Smutty Book Quotes Novels & Stories

'Not everything in the Mafia is illegal. And not everything can be settled with blood and money....' That was the first line, a brown cover book said. A sly grunt like a silly laugh escaped my lips as I read the malicious lines, most writers were perfect at preaching fallacies. Boring. Hypocrite. I'm not sure the perfect word to describe what those phrases actually meant. I read the lines again, somewhere in my head, my eyes studying the calligraphy on paper. I frowned. Stupid quote. My hands touched the words, and I tore out the page. Rumpling it and tusking it into the waste bin by the door.

speak of the devil. “Following?” I scoffed, “this is my spot not yours,” I said to him. He smirks, bringing out his eyes. Those eyes that I fell for. “Well, you won me over,” he said, smiling and I laughed. “You said and I quote, ‘ice cream is for the weak or the easily manipulated and manipulators’ those are your words,” I said to him. “That was a long time ago,” “Not that long,” I said firmly, “I remember it like it was yesterday,” I said to him.

That personal touch made the gesture even more unsettling. Her thoughts shifted to the small, leather-bound book she had found among the flowers. She retrieved it from the shelf where she had placed it earlier and sat down at the dining table. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. She opened it to the last page, where the quote was written: “My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of unease.

Samuel muttered. ****tbc****

“Unilag’s been choking the life out of me. Lectures bleeding into nights, group projects that go nowhere, the constant noise in my head. I couldn’t take it anymore. Came here to let the lagoon do its thing. Chill. Smoke. Forget the rest for a while.” We fell into it easily, words weaving between us like the smoke that soon followed. She spoke of dodging deadlines and professors who treated students like machines, her laughter breaking through when she described sneaking off campus mid-afternoon, heart pounding like she’d robbed a bank. I told her about the soul-sucking reports, the way time stretched thin under fluorescent lights. The blunt she pulled from her bag changed hands without cerem

I whispered, "If you insist on thinking that way, then I'll just consider myself guilty." Perhaps, I was guilty after all. He smirked. "Do you know what kind of quote that is?" "What?" "It's a quote from a 'slutty girl'." I pursed my lips. "It's getting late. I'll be going now." With that, I hurriedly left Jelaston Summit. Frank watched my receding figure, a hint of forbearance crossing his face. Only when he heard the door close did he lower his head, open his phone, and look at the message thread.

Rosy came to us and offered us a glass of juice. "Thank you, Rosy." I am perplexed as to why she provided us with juice when we did not inquire about it. She handed me the glass with a seductive smile. I ignored her smile and focused on Sara. "Sara, how did you simplify things so easily?" I looked at her with admiration. "I've learned from my past experiences to never judge a book by its cover. Furthermore, as an author, I must consider every possibility that may arise." She reached for her glass, but it slipped on the table.

Jane felt as if her brain had been deep-fried. "So where are you at with A Tale of Two Cities?" Lucy asked to fill the silence. "I'm getting to 150 pages now," Jane said. "What are you reading for your book report?" "Oh, I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde," Lucy said proudly. "I love Oscar Wilde. So many lines to live by. Like: 'It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.'"

I licked her shell, making her exhale sharply, and looked at her eyes as I said, “Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want to miss out, do you?” “Pretty girl?” “Yes, you’re a pretty girl with a cute girl-next-door blush on your cheeks. Let me ask again,” I repeated and said with a small smirk, “You don’t want your pretty cunt to miss out on me, do you?” You can know more about my book and bonus content through mahimistry d o t c o m <3 I G : authormahimistry

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