Trixie Mattel Quotes Novels & Stories

Well, anyway, she doesn't know anything about her ex, to be exact. "You are the only person here bringing trouble to us. It was a strict order for you not to talk to her, but you still do." "I told you, Matty, I just wanted to talk to her." "Trish, get out of the room now!" Mattias snarled this time. With his firm voice, the man standing in front of Trish declares, "I don't enjoy reiterating and repeating my orders." Leaving Trish with little choice but to cuss in his direction.

a sweet voice replied, clearly belonging to a woman. "Hello. How much do you despise Elsie Ross?" Trixson cut to the chase. She had no interest in small talk; she was solely focused on her objective. There was a pause before the other person responded in a sinister tone. "I hate her so much that if there were no security cameras, I'd run her over with my car." "Harsh but true." Trixson had a habit of feigning in front of anyone. It was a way to maintain her innocent façade. Grinning, she asked, "I need you to do something for me quickly."

Abigail muttered. Mattie frowned. "Am I the mouse in that analogy?" "Dear, we're all mice when faced with insurmountable problems." "Humph," Edith grunted. "Just don't get caught in your own trap."

"They do if they're CEOs." "They send emails." I frowned. "They make phone calls." I frowned harder. "They definitely don't ask someone to leave their house for that." I slumped back into the armchair. "You two are impossible." "No," Matt said with a grin. "We're objective." "I liked you better when your leg was broken and you minded your business." Matt gasped dramatically. I hugged one of the throw pillows against my chest. "I still think he's crazy." Frustratingly, a tiny part of me had wondered whether what Matt said was true.

“Oh my God! It is you! You’re Lady L! The famous jewelry designer all over my social media!” She practically vibrates with excitement, clapping her hands like she just won the lottery. “Oh my God! This is a dream come true!” I sigh, dragging a hand down my face. If I had a penny for every time Aunt Trixy actually read a room… I’d be broke. The table descends into chaos. Mom nudges me, her curiosity piqued. “Do you know each other?” I inhale slowly, my voice coming out barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

“I need to go to Trixie.” “Lexus, one more question.” Trixie stood-up too. “Yes?” “Hmm, we have been friends since childhood and until now; both of us haven’t found our mates yet. Can’t you not feel that maybe I am your mate actually?” Trixie said sheepishly.

*Trix* She gives me a small, encouraging smile. “That’s all I’m asking. And remember, you don’t have to do this alone. Lean on your people when you need to. We’ve got your back, Trix, whether you like it or not.” I manage a faint smile at that. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“What? That's cruel.” “He was like this.” Matt got up, put his hands in his pockets, and made a straight face. “It's either you choose to slave away or come up with something better.” He mimicked. Everyone began to laugh as Matt continued. “If I was to rate those designs, I wouldn't even know where to start from.” “Or do you remember the time he didn't know he was still on camera after a Zoom meeting,” Daya said. “Yeah, yeah.” They all laughed, Kat, joining in the laughing too.

Good. "Well, both. We really need to talk about that too. Damn, it's not every day that Mattel Ingrid Lewis blushes over to some other specimen, no, speciwomen. Or... spicywoman." Eve stated and the idiots did a high-five. Ugh!

I tilted her chin so she was looking at me, "You were damn good at it, that's why I got so excited." "Yeah?" "Of course, but too excited I guess." I kissed her again. "I'm sorry Tracy I didn't mean to ruin things." "It's okay," She said, leaning into me and resting her head on my chest. "I just don't like being talked to like that. I don't know who would." "Well in the..." "Matt, you watch too much p**n." Tracy said matter of factly. "Those girls are getting paid to act like that; most girls aren't like that."