Twisted Funny Dark Quotes Novels & Stories

"She needed someone today, and I was here." James let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and mocking. He shook his head in disbelief, his eyes flashing with fury as he took another step closer. "Of course you were," he spat, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Always so eager to swoop in, aren’t you, Mark? The ex-boyfriend, always lurking in the shadows, waiting for your chance."

"The prince himself comes to rescue his little whore." Ryan’s finger twitched on the trigger. It would be so easy. One more shot. End it. But Ryan held back. Barely. "You don't deserve to say her name," Ryan said, his voice vibrating with rage. Mason laughed, a wet, ugly sound. "Come on, Ryan. We both know you don't really care about her," Mason sneered. "She's just another pawn. Another puppet for your twisted games." Ryan stepped forward, gun raised.

“Why are you laughing? Is my name that funny?” “How isn’t it funny? There’s a saying that the day will never understand the darkness of the night. Look at your name. Dayton Night? Are you the night that admires the light of the day? You’d better not admire the light of day anymore. Can’t you just remain in the darkness of the night?” She did not know if she had said something wrong or triggered his nerves. Anyway, the man’s languid expression changed at once.

at this point I started laughing cause he’s so obnoxious. “Nothin’ feels better” Lights started to turn on from houses surrounding us, probably the whole entire neighborhood was awake now because of him. It didn’t seem like he cared at all, not one bit. He flipped me somehow, and now he was holding me up by my waist in the hair, this time spinning us around slowly. “Let me see you shine in the night like the diamond you are” He looks up at me like I was some sort of star. “Shut up! This is crazy!” Some old person shouted at us from one of the houses nearby.

It was easy to remove my dick. It easily found its way into her, she was hot and tight. I wish I had more time. Thrusting slowly into her but I wasn't pleased. I turned her over, facing me. I could see her vagina clearly. It was wet. I pulled down my trousers, I let my dick out through the hole. Before now, it wasn't free. I, thrusted hardly into Lupita. She was moaning lightly, maybe because Torillio was there. "It's time, boss", Torillio said, trying to pull me off Lupita.

I asked myself silently. “Someone . . . Someone . . . Someone . . .” she tried to say something, bringing her laughter under control. She managed to sit upright, and continued what she was trying to say. “Someone who doesn’t believe in superstition is gradually reaping the fruits of superstition against his own conviction. He carried someone today, and probably had his chest rubbed with breasts,” she said teasingly. I knew she was referring to me indirectly, but I decided not to reply her. I quickly shifted her focus back to the fireflies. “So fireflies with their bright lights, and flying zigzag means what?”

, she said and I rolled my eyes at her second sentence. "Do you want to get more? Should I pick more for you?", she asked teasingly with a wink and I groaned. "You are so dirty, Mia", I commented and she laughed. "Come on", she said when she stopped laughing and I looked at her. "You are not going to get one for yourself?", I asked and she smiled creepily. "Oh, I have enough already", she said as she pulled her lips in between her teeth and I laughed. "Yuck!" I knew she was joking though. It is just a way of saying she is not going to get any. * * *

No, man, not again. No, let me drive! I always wanted to drive one of these. I uttered intoxicated remarks. “No, baby, no way. You are drugged and don’t have a license.” A slight smile crossed Nick’s face. “I’m just dizzy, okay! But wait, you did drink though.” I pointed straight at his nose shakily. “Just one shot, okay?” he countered. “Yeah, but off of someone’s boobs. Nice and salty tequila mixed with sweat. Tasty, huh?” I chipped in. “What will Freud say about pouring liquids and sucking them up like that?”

Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…" I opened the door and addressed everyone regretfully, "Look at this madman. He's delusional. Everyone knows my ex-fiancé died on the battlefield. How could he possibly be standing here now?" The crowd burst into laughter. "Exactly! How shameless of the Twilight pack to resort to such dirty tactics!" "In my opinion, Andre Ackhurst was never good enough for Jane anyway. His death is probably for the best. At least Jane stands a chance at happiness!" "Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!"

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.