Mm Quotes

“If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead.”
― Jess C Scott, Rockstar

“Peter to Austin:
"Hard-ons don't make you think less. They make you think stupid. Which makes me think you must have one 24/7.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Now do you understand why I'm interested in you? You're a locked door, sweetheart. You give no one a key and you never answer the door when anyone knocks...Ah, but sometimes, sometimes I get a peek through the keyhole and what I find there...It's like glimpsing you as you're stripping. Underneath all of that darkness is something hungry, something desperate, something, oh, so deliciously vulnerable.”
― Tricia Owens, Fearless Leader

“Ancient Chinese proverb,” he said, heading toward the kitchen.
“He who butt-fucks all night wakes up with sore asshole.”
― Brad Boney, The Nothingness of Ben

“Are you watching the boats?" Cornelia guessed. She craned her neck to see if there was any excitement on the river.
Heavens no, I'm spying on people," Virginia responded unrepentantly.
-Cornelia E and Virginia Somerset”
― Lesley M.M. Blume, Cornelia and the Audacious Escapades of the Somerset Sisters

“(Seth) “So,” he said, looking me up and down, “you’re what the fuss was all about. I can’t say I’m impressed.” He sneered at me. “Still riding bulls, cowboy?”

(Weber) “Nope.” I smirked at him. “I only ride his cock now.”
― Mary Calmes, Frog

“It's what he needs, and whether he ever admits it to us or not, it's what he loves" - Theoden (From Commanded:House of Theoden)”
― Nicholas Bella, Commanded

“His expression softened, which made Sterling's throat tighten just a little. “You've cannonballed into the deep end when you don't know how to swim, haven't you?”
Sterling looked at him solemnly and smiled. “Yes,” he said. “Don't let me drown.”
― Jane Davitt, Bound and Determined

“Enjoy your little field trip to the zoo—and, yes, some of the animals here do bite.”
― Jane Davitt, Bound and Determined

“Damn straight I’m better looking. And why were you noticing?”
Colton tweaked him in the side. “More jealousy?”
“You’l notice I’m rather possessive.”
“You? No! ” He tickled him again. “Then again…I do hear the word ‘ mine’ out of your mouth quite often.”
― Finn Marlowe, A Thread of Deepest Black

“Anastase passa son pouce sur ma lèvre inférieure ; ses traits virils, son regard pénétrant me brûlait.
— Laisse-toi aller, Mikhaïl. Personne ne surveille tes faits et gestes. Personne ne dira rien ni ne te jugera. Sois toi-même, abaisse tes barrières.
J’inspirai profondément et collai sa mèche de cheveux à mon nez, m’apaisant.
— Vivre dans un fort n’est pas vivre, les plus belles sensations sont celles de pleine liberté. Tu peux toucher qui tu veux. Rire avec qui cela te plaît. Agir comme un enfant si c’est ce dont tu as envie.
Je plissai le nez.
— Non merci, je laisse ça à Matt et Jimmy, deux enfants, c’est bien assez à gérer.
Nous sourîmes tous deux. Le brun me posa un baiser sur la joue, et peu de temps après, la porte s’ouvrit à nouveau.
— Hey ! Moi aussi je veux des câlins !”
― Phoenix Pharell, Des échos de sang et de crocs

“Mettant le téléphone sur haut-parleur, je tentai de lui envoyer ma localisation géographique, avant d’abandonner et de lui décrire où j’étais, pas sûr à cent pour cent de ce que je racontais. Ce n’était que maintenant que je me rendais compte que je n’avais pas la moindre foutue idée du nom du quartier.
— T’as pas mieux comme description ? Parce que, « une allée de lampadaires », ça n’aide pas.
Je ricanai. Il exagérait. J’avais tout bien détaillé. J’avais même donné le nom du bar accroché à l’écriteau. Enfin, si j’avais bien lu.
Je le taquinai :
— Oh… Le traqueur ne l’est donc que de nom ?
— T’es sûr de vouloir me provoquer ?
— J’irai même jusqu’à pimenter le tout : si tu me retrouves en moins de trente minutes, je t’accorde un vœu.
— Putain de génie.”
― Phoenix Pharell, Des échos de sang et de crocs

“« Maman, pourquoi elle pleure ? »
Ma mère avait reniflé, et comme je ne voyais pas son visage, j’avais cru qu’elle avait attrapé froid.
« Parce que son petit garçon ne reviendra pas. »
Elle s’était tournée pour me dire cela en caressant mes cheveux du bout des doigts. Elle avait toujours apprécié mes boucles. Aussi douces que le poil d’un lapin selon elle.
Les stries aqueuses sur son maquillage m’avaient interpellé.
« Et toi maman, pourquoi tu pleures ? »
Un gros sanglot avait franchi les lèvres de ma mère. Elle ne m’avait pas répondu, néanmoins, j’avais saisi par moi-même.
Ses yeux avaient semblé parler pour elle :
« Parce que j’ai peur pour toi. »”
― Phoenix Pharell, Des échos de sang et de crocs

“Adrian lifted his head and searched my eyes.
"I mean it." I nodded. "It's difficult to explain, but you're my home. I'll do my best to never lose it.”
― Cara Dee, Home

“Thank you."
"For what?"
For being the one I called my pseudo dad to talk about. For giving me more than I could ever dream of. For turning a homeless guy into someone who looked forward to waking up in the morning. For becoming my home. Take your pick.
"For everything, Teach.”
― Cara Dee, Home

“Thank you."
"For what?"
For being the one I called my pseudo dad to talk about.
For giving me more than I could ever dream of.
For turning a homeless guy into someone who looked forward to waking up in the morning.
For becoming my home.
Take your pick.
"For everything, Teach.”
― Cara Dee, Home

“Elle ne répondit pas immédiatement, se contentant de masser mon cuir chevelu. J’étais sur le point de m’endormir à même le sol, la nuque contre ses genoux, lorsqu’elle souffla :
— J’aimerais que tu vives ta vie comme un grand frisson. Le courage ne réside pas dans l’absence absolue de peur. Craindre, c’est ressentir et sentir c’est vivre. J’aimerais que tu retires ces chaînes autour de toi, que tu t’autorises à aimer, à être heureux.
Elle me redressa un peu et se décala pour encadrer mes joues de ses mains. Ses pouces caressèrent avec lenteur mes pommettes. Apaisé, je fermai les paupières.
— Tu ne peux pas éternellement rester à bord de l’avion, Mikhaïl. Il faudra que tu prennes ce parachute et que tu sautes de toi-même. Stagner n’est pas vivre. Sauter n’est pas mourir.”
― Phoenix Pharell

“Lei Gong's eyes were a deep, luminous crimson ringed in amber. A color he'd never seen in any human, nor God. It was a gaze a maiden fell into without resistance, and one any average man fled from.

But he was no average man.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“Why did you believe me to be a God?"

"You are willing to commit deeds others do not have the courage for in order to protect the world from evil. That is righteous, that is just."

Qian Meng blinked at him.

Is that what he was doing?”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“If he didn't need to, Qian Meng preferred not to think about the blood shed that day. Both his own and others... But the world wouldn't let him. It had been so long since it occurred, and yet the rumors grew out of control rather than diminish. He'd long since known the explanation—only villains were remembered so clearly, and Qian Meng had never once claimed to be the hero.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“He wanted to move closer, to ask questions and learn. The compulsion burned within him to the point of tasting ash on the back of his tongue. But there was a clear line between those with power and those without, and Qian Meng was well aware of which side he stood on.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“Even upon first meeting him, Qian Meng was certain the man was a storm to be weathered. Wherever he went, the cultivator surely grasped exactly what he wanted without resistance. People no doubt threw themselves at his feet just to be noticed, even if it was simply to step over them.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“Qian Meng smiled, wide and blinding. It seemed to take the cultivator before him aback, Lei Hua's face going slack and his ruby lips parting. It was the first time the prince had shown such easy joy, and it revealed just how beautiful he was underneath his pain.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“Maintaining the shivering balance of power in this god-forsaken palace was a priority if only to stave off future pain. And yet... Here he was. Sitting across from the cultivator and reveling in the way their energies had become so synced Qian Meng could feel them Lei Hua from a Li away. Two Li. A lifetime, perhaps. As if they were blessed by the Celestial Beings to meet and bond over magic. It was a fool's notion, or a desperate one, or both.

Qian Meng was well aware of that.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“Qian Meng felt a small part of himself aching to speak past his loathsome feelings, but he was, by and large, a coward always looking to save himself some pain.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“Your presence makes me rise from bed each morning and smile as I go to sleep. While I may tease you about it, my words are true. Meeting you was no mistake, and you are not a burden.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“Lei Hua stared down at the shivering man before him, hands twitching to pull him into his chest. To soothe the prince's terrible past into something manageable. And if he couldn't do that, he wanted to storm out and kill every single person who'd ever wronged him. Tear their heads from their bodies and hold them out as favors of conquest.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“You are worthy," the man repeated, expectantly.

"I, I don't know if I can say that," Qian Meng admitted, voice small.

Lei Hua's soft smile tightened. "Then I will say it for you until you can muster it yourself. Again and again, for a lifetime—for two or three if that's what it takes.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“Oh, no," the king murmured, leaning so close Qian Meng was forced to lock gazes with him. "It seems you've become stubborn as of late, and I do not blame you. It's a human response when one has something to fight for.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy

“His twin twitched, and Qian Meng smirked a little. He knew it was a struggle for Zihao to look him in the eye. The coward lasted all of ten seconds at best, but it was enough. A shiver of revulsion echoed between them, their very cores recognized a finite difference. While being of the same blood, they were a paradox. Destined to rebound off one another for eternity, forever linked, but never united.”
― K. Klein, The Failed Assassination of the Thunder God: A Dark Cultivation Fantasy