Bink Cummings > Bink's Quotes

“I wanna own all your smiles and only see you cry when you're happy. I wanna die in your arms because it's the only fuckin' place I've ever truly lived.”
― Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2

“Life is not a fairy tale, and if you think it is, you better stop reading now.”
― Bink Cummings

“Puh-lease… Team leather and cocks isn’t always right.”
― Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2

“She’s beautiful to look at, she’s new, she’s clean, and perfectly cut. But then you get up and look closely and see that she’s not real. She’s a fake. She doesn't glimmer like a natural diamond or hold the beauty and unbreakable strength of a real diamond. She’s just a manufactured piece of glass. Not the real deal. And sooner or later, that pig headed owner is gonna realize that fake diamonds can never pass for the real ones, no matter how much you wish they would.”
― Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2

“Horniness is just a mental state with a physical repercussion.”
― Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2

“Marie: So why are you called Horse?
Horse: Cause I'm hung like one.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“Jesus Christ… Thank fuck for that,” Picnic said.
“Nope, not Jesus, just a man,” Horse whispered. “Although when women see my dick for the first time, they’ve been known to fall down on their knees and worship me.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“Fuck, this is gonna piss you off and then you aren’t gonna let me stick my dick in you,” he muttered.
“Do you have to be so crude?” I snapped.
“Have you met me?”
“Who says I’d let you do it anyway?”
“Babe,” he replied in a low, rough voice, raising his eyebrow at me.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“Gonna fuck you now.”
“Sure,” I whispered, dazed. “Not sure I’m gonna be able to participate too much, think you blew a circuit or something.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“You want to kick me in the balls again?” Christ, did those words just come out of my mouth?”
― Joanna Wylde, Devil's Game

“Fuck you.” Hunter (I decided not to call him Liam anymore—Liam was a nice name for a nice guy, and it didn’t fit this bastard at all) glanced at his friend, then rubbed a hand over his face. For a minute he looked tired. Jackass. I was going to laugh at his funeral.”
― Joanna Wylde, Devil's Game

“Growled. Like a pissed-off wolf. No, like a whiny dog, I told myself firmly. One of those little yappy ones. Wolves kicked ass and Hunter didn’t. He was a giant, fake asshole.”
― Joanna Wylde, Devil's Game

“If he asks you for six goats in exchange for me, you don’t have to actually buy real goats. He’d probably take kegs instead.”
― Joanna Wylde, Devil's Game

“You’re serious? You want me to go to school?”
“Why not?” he challenged. “So long as you take care of shit around here, I’m fine with it. Might want to move on that whole divorce thing too while you’re at it. Club’s got a lawyer, I’ll set up an appointment for you. I can pretty much guarantee your ex won’t put up a fight.”
He smiled when he said it—not a nice smile.
“Okay, I’ll go check it out,” I said slowly. “This is weird, you get that? You kidnapping me, holding me hostage and then sending me to school? This isn’t how things like this usually work.”
Horse grinned at me, eyes lazy and satisfied.
“Just roll with it,” he whispered. “And keep doing whatever exercises you do to make your cunt squeeze like that. They got a college degree for that?”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“Good thing your cunt's so fucking hot."

"Don't call it that."
His lips twitched.
"Good thing your vagina's so gosh-darned hot," he whispered. "Because I really, really want to stick my penis in it and have repeated intercourse, bringing us to a mutually satisfactory culmination of our desires. How's that sound?”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Legacy

“I’ll be your old lady and I’ll wear your patch. But if you ever let some bitch shove her tits in your face again, I’ll shoot you myself.”
― Joanna Wylde, Reaper's Property

“Jezebel’s wearing a pair of electric blue maternity pants and a black bedazzled maternity shirt that says ‘Bitch’ across her large breasts.”
― Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 1

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

“I love you, and..." he grunts. "I hate you. And, I hate that I fuckin' love you.”
― Bink Cummings

“She's dumber than a box of hair.”
― Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2

“So don't come in here acting like you matter. You left and took your high horse with you," he takes another step in my direction. My throat constricts.
He's not finished, "And you show up here at my club thinking you can just waltz right in and have a say? No bitch.”
― Bink Cummings, The Diary of Bink Cummings: Vol 2

“You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“I'm going to talk to her."
"And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“You don't know this yet. But you are Mine
- Wrath”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy.
Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types.
But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker named Howard?
Eugene?”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“Wrath dragged Beth into his arms and hugged her hard, talking in that other language again. When he pulled back, he ended the monologue with something like leelan.
Beth: "Is that vampire talk for bitch?”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“Tell me something,boys. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“If sex were food, Rhage would haven been morbidly obese.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“That is one fine female, true?" V said.

There was a low, affirmative grumble.

"And someone you do not want to mess with," the brother continued. "Man, you should have seen her when we came into that barn. She was standing over his body, ready to take the cop and me on with her bare hands if she had to. Like Wrath was her cub, you feel me?"

"Wonder if she has a sister?" Rhage asked.

Phury laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you ran into a female of worth."

"This coming from you, Celibate?" But then Hollywood rubbed the stubble on his chin, as if considering the ways of the universe. "Ah, hell, Phury, you're probably right. Still, a male can dream."

"He sure can," V murmured.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you?"

"Now, we can be civilized and wait until we get home. Or we can get down to it right here. Either way, I'm dying to come inside of you again, and you're not going to say no." - Wrath to Beth”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover