Trixie Mattel Quotes Novels & Stories

Trixie’s head goes up a little higher and she moves towards Throne, like the queen that she is. “I told you Amelie. I told you they would love us,” she says with excitement. “You certainly did,” I murmur to her. “You look beautiful, Trixie,” Matt says through our mind-link. “Thank you, Alpha, and isn’t my Thorne sexy, Amelie?” she says as she practically drools over Thorne. I can tell Thorne is embarrassed by the terms of endearment. He simply nudges her with his snout to move her towards the front of the Pack.

Trish sat down, a small smile playing around her mouth as she gazed at me. "What're you doing here, anyway?" Alicia leaned back in her chair, rocking it on two legs. "I thought you had better plans. Or that's what you told me." Trish's mouth twisted. "Those plans fell through. Probably thanks to Quinn, actually. I was supposed to hang out with Matt tonight, and I planned to make it a very special night. If you know what I mean." She glanced around the table, her eyebrows arched, and I was pretty sure we all knew what she meant. "But then her little lapdog shows up, and Matt kicked me out. Said bros before hos and shit like that."

“Well… actually, we did this cool science experiment today. We made a volcano with baking soda and vinegar. It exploded!” Her eyes lit up. “That sounds amazing! Did you have fun?” “Yeah!” Matt exclaimed, his face brightening. “It was the best part of the day. But then…” Lilian tilted her head. “But then what?” Matt looked down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Some kids laughed at me when I got too excited. They said I was being weird.” Lilian’s heart clenched. She reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Matt, being excited about something you love isn’t weird. It just means you’re passionate, and that’s a wonderful thing.”

"I won't baby, there's more where that came from, but you got to try not to push me aside. It doesn't make me happy at all." "I'm sorry, Loretta." "Shh, it's OK to dry those beautiful eyes." "Ok... ok, enough of this mushy stuff. Don't do it in front of me," Matt says, disgusted and tired of watching their little show. Well, where else are we supposed to do our mushy stuff? "Uh, Matt?" Loretta inquires. "I don’t know, probably away from me, far away from me." "Erm, we're not doing that. Don't tell us what to do."

“Looks like it.” “Well, don’t worry. I’ll get all your work for you. No way am I letting you fall behind. You’ll be caught up before you even step back in the building.” Melissa grinned from her chair. “Trixie, the ultimate homework delivery service.” I shot her a look but smiled anyway. “Hey, someone’s got to keep her from slacking off.”

No qualification. I miss you. “It’s barely been an hour, Matt,” I said, keeping my voice light. “I know.” “Are you being clingy right now?” A pause. “…possibly.” I burst out laughing. “Matteo Moretti. Clingy.” “Don’t make it weird.” “I’m not making it weird! I’m just—” I laughed again. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.” “Are you done?” “Not even close.”

"You think you're going from a little pond to a bigger one. You're not. It's a shark tank." She cocked her head to one side. Her smile was sweet, her expression appreciative. "Okay, Matty. Okay. I-- thank you. I'll just-- what if I only go to bars or parties when you're there for a while? Or with people you trust to keep me safe?"

“You’re not obligated to want the mate-bond, you know.” “That’s not what Lana says.” “She’s from the old ways. You’re not.” Trixie looked down at her hands. “It’s not that I don’t want it. I just don’t know if I believe in it. Not the way they talk about it. Like it’ll complete you. Fix everything.” Will crossed the room, sat on the stool across from her. “You’ve spent your whole life fixing yourself. Of course the idea of someone else being the answer feels… off.”

And Sweet Haven is among those clubs that Trixie teaches. "How can I do that? You're a queen in your kingdom," Trisha playfully replied. "I am afraid your subjects will chase me, not to mention your mighty King, he will definitely kill me without mercy," Trisha made her voice sound so scared. Trixie roared in a burst of boisterous laughter. The girls in her studio stared at their trainer. Some must have thought she is bipolar. She was just groaning and nagging at her trainees a while ago. She seemed so stressed that the smoke of cigarettes almost looked like a heavy fog in the room as she smoked one stick right after another. It was helpful to some, although generally speaking, it would have

Trisha looked up and smiled. "Any time." Matt appreciated that she looked him in the eye. He didn't judge the different rules of those in the lifestyle, but his idea of a sub was a woman like Trisha who didn't cower or hide her feistiness. She reminded him of Jewel.