Grace > Grace's Quotes

“But he was the sun. His gravity was too strong, and now that I was so close, I couldn’t get out of his pull.”
― Abby Jimenez, The Friend Zone

“See that look on her face? That’s Christmas joy. I just brought her Christmas joy with a shake of my breasts. I bet Cole can’t do that.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“And when he was being made, whoever was in charge decided to grace him with height, and thick dark hair, and . . . glutes. High, tight glutes. Frankly, it’s kind of rude and offensive if you ask me.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“This is what a high feels like. This effervescent, light, practically airless feeling pulsing through my veins as I levitate out of bed, toe on my slippers, curtsy to that bitch Samantha, and then head down the creaky stairs, the smell of coffee leading the way. Wow.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“It was startling. I gasped when I witnessed her rise, like an erection sprung right from a pair of tighty-whities.” I grimace at my friend, not liking that analogy.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“They say time heals all wounds, but how can it when everything around me keeps ripping it wide open?”
― Elle Kish, Traveler of Heart

“Break a leg . . . please,” Cole says with a grin. “Lose a testicle . . . please,” I say as I reach up and drag my finger over his cheek, wiping a large smear of green off his face. Atlas gasps next to us. “Ah, she ruined your makeup. It took me ten minutes to get that right.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“If this doesn’t win us first place, I’m firing you,” I say from the side of my mouth to Max. “Trust me, this is going to get us first place. Sherry is going to lose her mind when she gets a hold of these bodacious bods.” “Can you not say dumb shit like that?” “It’s true, though. Farm chores have done us a lot of good. Get ready to be ogled.”
― Meghan Quinn, How My Neighbor Stole Christmas

“Finally to her left, a skinny man, dressed in ill-fitting clothes. “The name’s Maggory,” he had said on the second day. “What cause of will has shepherded you to this resplendent facility?” She had studied him from head to toe and ignored him.”
― R.A. Sandpiper, A Pocket of Lies

“From this position, I’m close enough to see tiny peach fuzz hairs on her thighs, the subtle shift of muscle under supple skin. She has a scar on her right knee that looks like it’s from childhood, freckles scattered about. I try very hard not to look at the seam of her shorts, but I fail, my attention ticking there long enough to memorize the denim swell of her pussy, how her inner thighs are extra soft the higher they go.”
― Tessa Bailey, Merry Ever After

“Zoey slapped my hand away from the radio. “My God, woman. If I promise to find an appropriate playlist, will you please promise to keep both hands on the wheel and both eyes on the road?” “As long as it’s a good one. No emo depressing shit.”
― Lucy Score, Story of My Life