Jennifer > Jennifer's Quotes

“May your balls rot like fruit in the sun, and your manhood wither at the root!”
― Elizabeth Vaughan, Warsworn

“Want to know the best part of being a warlord?' came a hoarse whisper.

I bit my lip, puzzled by the question.

Keir’s mouth curled up slowly into a smile. 'I always get what I want.”
― Elizabeth Vaughan, Warprize

“I already explained this. I don’t like you. True, I don’t like most people, but I especially dislike you. I could start my own religion based on how much I dislike you.”
― G.A. Aiken, What a Dragon Should Know

“Are you in great physical pain, or is that your thinking expression?”
― G.A. Aiken, What a Dragon Should Know

“What is it about him that makes me want to ravish him when he gets all dominant and growly?”
― Eve Langlais, Kodiak's Claim

“They’re mocking us,” I said. “Nonsense. We just fucked so hard we broke your bed. They wish they were us. The natural order of sexual status has been restored.”
― Kylie Scott, Play

“What do I taste like?”
“Well, like honey and cream and … I dunno, bread?”
I scrunched up my nose. “Bread?”
“Yes. Sexy bread that I could eat all the time because you are so delicious and full of wholegrain goodness.”
― Kylie Scott, Play

“We’ve broken my bed,” I said, stating the obvious.
“In battle, sacrifices must be made, pumpkin.”
― Kylie Scott, Play

“Hello, Anne’s clitoris. It’s me, Malcolm, your lord and master.”

“Oh, god, no.” I covered my face with my hands. “Please don’t.”

“Shh. This is a private conversation.” He brushed hot, feverish kisses up and down the lips of my sex. My stomach tensed so hard it hurt. “Look at you all pretty, pink, and excited. Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.”
― Kylie Scott, Play

“Pumpkin, I’m always serious when it comes to you. Even when I’m messing around, I’m still serious as shit. Whatever you need, whatever I have to do. It’s been that way since we met. Haven’t you noticed yet? We’re fucking destined or something. I can’t help myself. It’s pathetic, really.”
― Kylie Scott, Play

“Soooo.” Mal smacked a kiss on the top of my head. “You weren’t just a little into me. You’re my biggest fan. You love me.”
“I don’t love you.”
“You totally love me.” He gave me a squeeze. “I’m your everything. You’d be lost without me.”
― Kylie Scott, Play

“I thought that one was going to hit me,” I said, watching the disappointed girl stalk off into the crowd. “Being your girlfriend is dangerous.”
“What can I say? I’m a magnificent specimen of manhood. Of course they all want me. But I do appreciate you protecting my honor.”
― Kylie Scott, Play

“You ass-sniffing, butt-crack licking, litter-box-using fuckhole!”
― Celia Kyle, He Ain't Lion

“Well, she kinda sorta has a few dozen plans on getting out of the city.” Quiet descended. The Protectors had something similar. Only they limited escape routes to five. Apparently little Victoria was hugely paranoid. “Fine,” Wren huffed. “She has fifty-two and a half.”
Liam had to bust in then. This was getting too good not to participate. “Fifty-two and a half?” He pushed away from the wall and flopped into a chair across from the irate woman.
“Well, fifty-two complete routes and the half is more of a ‘run around in a circle and scream because she’s totally fucked in a bad way’ plan. Somehow it involves the Goodyear blimp and Jolly Ranchers.” The woman grimaced, and he couldn’t restrain his wide smile.”
― Celia Kyle, Big Bad Vamp

“Live by the three 'F' rule: If they don't fuck you, feed you or finance you, they don't matter. - Maya Josephs, Prima of the Ridgeville Pride”
― Celia Kyle, Head Over Tail

“Best friends are the chicks who make your problems theirs so you guys can form a gangsta posse and beat those problems to hell.”
― Celia Kyle, Maya: Wisdom from the Queen

“What else ‘doesn’t exist,’ but really does? Like vamps. Are they real? Do they sparkle? Are they hot? Because, lemme tell ya, there isn’t a wolf alive that’s been hit by the ugly stick.” Scarlet fanned her face. “Whew. The hotness that surrounds me is—” Keller slapped a hand over Scarlet’s mouth.”
― Celia Kyle, Whitney

“Basically, werewolf speed dating. Sniff-sniff. Am I your mate? No? Next!”
― Celia Kyle, Alpha Marked Boxed Set

“Despite being only pounds in his hedgie form, he was all male baby.”
― Celia Kyle, Hedging His Bets

“Duress, my ass. You wanted to climb Declan like a tree. Hell, better yet, you wanted to eat him like a birthday cake.” Harper pointed at her, eyes narrowed. “With butter. Cream. Icing.”
― Celia Kyle, On the Growl

“Fuckyou-ish?” “The English dialect of the ancient language ‘fuckyou.’ Very old. Dignified even.”
― Celia Kyle, All Roar and No Bite

“And why am I suddenly the chick you wanna hump like a fire hydrant? We’ve worked together for years, Declan. Years.”
― Celia Kyle, On the Growl

“Mal!"
"What?"
"Close the door down there and lock it," David yelled. "Don't you come up here under any circumstances. Not till I tell you it's okay. Understood?"
There was a pause then Mal yelled back. "What if there's a fire?"
"Burn.”
― Kylie Scott, Lick

“Stick your dick in’?” I asked, my brows probably touching. “Did you actually just say that?”

“Make love. I meant make love … of course. I would never just stick my dick in you. I would make mad, passionate love to this sweet, sweet body of yours for days, no, weeks. It would be beautiful, pumpkin. There’d be little angels, and birdies, and you know … all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.”
― Kylie Scott, Play

“Let me get this straight, you don't remember anything?"
"No," I said, swallowing hard. "What did we do last night?"
"We got fucking married," he growled.”
― Kylie Scott, Lick

“Mother of God, it’s huuuuge!” “I know.” “No, seriously.” “I know.” “Fuck me. I think I’m about to pee myself”
― Kylie Scott, Lick

“Lauren: Whatever happens do not break up the band!!
Me: Got it.
Lauren: But break his heart. He wrote San Pedro after what's-her-name cheated on him. That album was BRILLIANT!
Me: Promise to leave him a broken quivering mess.
Lauren: That's the spirit.”
― Kylie Scott, Lick

“She stared at his sharp teeth and swallowed the lump
that formed in her throat. “Um, you look scary when you
show your…uh…teeth. They look really sharp.”
He didn’t get angry. In fact, her words seemed to
amuse him greatly. “The better to eat you with,” he
teased softly.
Tammy’s heart flipped inside her chest. “That’s a bad
joke, right? Please tell me you’re just kidding.”
“I’m not a wolf.”
“I’m not wearing red.”
“I still want to eat you.”
― Laurann Dohner, Valiant

“Bit it was her scent that just about killed him. Clean skin. Woman. And something more—something that made him feel like dispensing with five thousand years of civilization, dragging her off to a cave somewhere, and filling her with babies.”
― Pamela Clare, Extreme Exposure

“Baby?” he called and he felt her eyes on him.
“Yeah?” she replied, her sweet voice soft, another tone he was getting used to and this was because the last couple of days it had started to come at him often.
“Do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“In a second, I’m gonna pull over, get out my gun and give it to you. When I do, shoot me with it.”
“What?” she whispered.
“I’m facin’ another hour and a half of your music. I’d rather be dead.”
Silence then, “Shut up.”
― Kristen Ashley, Lady Luck