Top 100 Kylie Scott Quotes
#1. How'd you get through yesterday, though?"
"Running away, you, sarcasm, violence, and last but not least, tequila.
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#2. I'd kind of already been expecting the worst, to be in this alone. Now I knew. Twice he'd disappointed me; this couldn't be a surprise. Nothing had changed, not really.
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#3. Sometimes hiding really was the best response if you hoped to have any dignity left come morning.
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#4. Men sucked more than any known creature.
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#5. Then Mal let out a loud wailing noise. I hate it when mommy and daddy fight!
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#6. Why don't you go back to LA?"
"My wife lives in Portland.
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#7. His eyes were the darkest blue. They couldn't be real. Frankly, those eyes were overkill. I'd have swooned perfectly fine without them.
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#8. apparently someone had diddled away their shift at the prophylactics factory and here we were. Pregnant.
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#9. You are a constant fucking delight. I don't think anyone could ever doubt that.
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#10. I placed my hand on his chest. "You don't need to worry about Reece."
"I know, I know. He's nothing compared to my magnificence." His fingers stroked mine and his eyes softened. "But just out of curiosity, how do you feel about getting my name tattooed on your forehead?
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#11. Life could be a strange and beautiful thing sometimes. Other times it was just a disaster. But sometimes beauty won out.
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#12. Anything with the ability to reduce my world-weary husband to a stammering mess while giving him such pleasure deserved a serious time investment.
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#13. It will never belong in a Hallmark card, but I drove a car into a house and killed a man for you. You chained me up for days and I still wanted to come back and talk over our darkly sordid, slightly kinky, and a lot warped relationship. Face it, you're stuck with me.
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#14. Every day
Same train
Empty seat
He sits
We talk
We miss our stop.
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#15. I'm not going to give my love a set of flimsy fucking brushes, am I? Only long, hard, phallic shaped things will do for a girl of her appetites.
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#16. Mother of God, it's huuuuge!" "I know." "No, seriously." "I know." "Fuck me. I think I'm about to pee myself
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#17. I stared at his cock, mesmerized. Even encased in rubber it remained a thing of true beauty. Had I any talent with a pen, I'd have written it poems. A haiku perhaps ... I was hypnotized, helpless. Cock-struck.
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#19. I'm going to kill you."
"Babe, calm down," Vaughan whispered in my ear.
"Let me go."
"Don't think that's a good idea. You wanted to stay out of jail, remember?"
"I want to kill him more," I panted. "Much, much more.
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#20. [He] carefully put a funky-looking pair of reading glasses on her. "There we go. How are they?"
She blinked experimentally, peering around the room. "Good, I think. Thank you."
"Wear them the next time we f***. That would be thanking me."
"Aww. You say the sweetest things."
"Don't I?
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#21. You're going to end up like one of those crazy cat ladies with your apartment smelling of piss and regret.
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#22. You can have my time, and you can have my attention," he said, words slow and deliberate. "Sweetheart, you can have whatever the fuck you want, I promise. Whatever you need. No more holding back, no more fear. And if you still feel you have to get on that plane tonight, then we're doing it together.
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#23. The first male to pee on me, however, would pay with his balls.
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#24. She's the girl you put a baby in, asshole. And if she's been going through half the shit Lena's been dealing with, then you are just about the lowest cunt I've come across in a long time for making her do it alone.
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#25. None other than Malcolm Ericson, drummer for worldwide renowned rock group Stage Dive, had somehow shacked up with my sister. My quiet, calm, color-within-the-lines-or-else sister.
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#27. With great breasts come great responsibility.
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#28. Fuck's sake." Vaughan hefted me up, holding me closer. "No one in this town respect property rights anymore?"
"You should really lock your doors," I mumbled, giving up the struggle. "Windows too." He grunted, unamused.
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#29. But how the hell was I to know Ben would bring along a gynecological psychic?
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#30. Two-thirty in the morning was kind of a bitch as times went. It fell into the in-between, nowhere land. Too late to get a really good night's sleep, but much too early to start the day.
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#31. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I wouldn't give up a second with you for all the months of being lied to and manipulated by him, as insane as that sounds. That's all. The end.
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#32. I was only twenty-five, much to young to die. Probably about the right age to become a complete hypochondriac, however.
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#33. The anger or tension or whatever it was disappeared from his face and he gave me a thoughtful look. He didn't smile. Didn't even come close to it. But for just a moment, I wondered what it would take to make him. Curiosity was a killer.
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#34. My heart had made its decision and there was no going back. Still, it was hard not to be all bitter and betrayed over his announcement. I didn't even have the luxury of being able to get blind rotten drunk. And believe me, dealing with all this sober sucked.
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#35. Ben was a man living his dream. As if anyone could compete with that. Maybe he'd liked the idea of me. Reality was, however, there'd never been room for me in his life.
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#36. God, I hated people who smirked. Apparently, I also wanted to lick them all over ...
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#37. That smile could move mountains. It could also break hearts.
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#38. Can't stop touching you," he said.
"Please don't."
"Why the hell haven't we been doing this before now," he whispered in my ear, breathing heavy.
"Because we're idiots?
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#39. You sure no one hit you?" He did not sound convinced.
"Yes. I lose my grip and hit the floor when I was climbing in the window. My home invasion skills need work."
"I'd suggest you try a different career path.
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#40. But what was truly upsetting was the way he separated my hands from his body. They wept silently. Either that or I was sweating. Most likely the latter. He had the weirdest effect on me.
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#41. He smelled faintly of soap, a little musky, perhaps. Warm wasn't something, I'd ever registered as having a smell before, but that's what David smelled of. Warmth, like he was liquid sunshine or something. Heat and comfort and home.
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#42. The light in his eyes was like the sun rising. My knees trembled and my heart quaked. It was powerful and beautiful and perfect.
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#43. He looked at me like I was everything. As long as I lived, I knew I wouldn't want anyone else.
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#44. Seriously, I fucking love your wife, man. She's awesome. Can I have her?
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#45. The truth is, I'm all about you, Lena. You're my best friend. You're my girl.
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#46. Fun times. Broken hearted people really did need to just be left the fuck alone. We're not suitable company for anyone.
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#47. Wait, was that Mal Ericson from Stage Dive?
Fuck a duck, it was.
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#49. There wasn't enough room in me for all the feelings he inspired.
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#50. The thing is, sometimes, you just have to teach people a lesson. Either that or resort to homicide, and I'd rather not go to jail.
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#51. If you love your girl? Buy her books." A
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#52. If I could just keep my legs shut I might yet win this battle. It seemed an insurmountable task, given the array of his arsenal. The size of his artillery. One hand dived down further, stroking between my legs, while the other held the back of my head. I was helpless, the battle lost. God, I sucked.
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#53. Was there anything more wonderful than sending someone home with a book you loved? No, there was not.
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#54. It is. I'm your boyfriend now, which
means there's no room for your hipster admirer. He'll just have to lick his wounds while we lick other things.
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#55. So, congratulations. You're married to a rock star.
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#56. The opening notes of a song began, some plucking of guitar strings. I knew the melody. It was Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved." As pop songs went, it was pretty damn good, a bit of a favorite of mine.
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#57. Holy shit, were we complicating things. We were out of control.
"Building?" Asked Eric, voice heavy with disbelief.
"Yes." Teeth gritted, I smiled.
"Banging, screwing," said Joe. "you know.
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#58. You can be confused later. But come on my face now, please?
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#59. Don't make me kill you at this hour in the morning Jimmy. It's not civilized.
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#60. I like to embarrass myself horribly now and then," I said. "It keeps life interesting.
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#61. Self-respect, self-preservation, both of these things. And because you being willing to put up with my love is not good enough. Not even remotely. I'm not going to be your regular live-in fuck buddy, Jimmy, exclusive or not. Your whole offer is soul destroying.
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#62. Angry words didn't stop the world from turning round.
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#63. As eyebrows went, Nell's lest one was particularly vocal.
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#64. No wonder so many marriages ended in divorce. Marriage sucked and husbands were the worse.
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#65. I have to admit my Elomi bridal lingerie was exquisite. I'd been so certain it would wow Chris, spur him into some post-matrimonial lustfulness. What a joke. A strap-on might have been a better idea.
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#66. Nice enough?" he asked, tendons tightening in his neck like he intended to Hulk out on me. "Did you just call my kiss 'nice enough'?
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#67. He played with abandon and he looked like a god.
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#68. I might have been asked to moderate my attitude a time or two. But really, life was too short to take shit. Let people walk all over you and you got what you deserved. I'd learned that the hard way.
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#69. You call her pumpkin?" My sister's voice was filled with awe. "Does she actually answer?"
"Well, she pretends to hate it. But secretly, I know she loves it. Her face goes all soft and everything.
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#70. Truth be told, my emergency escape plan was a little flawed. At least I'd made it over the fence.
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#72. Stupid Jimmy Ferris and his amazing mouth and penis. Who needed him? Not me, I could look after myself.
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#73. I stepped away from the wall and tried to put on a happy face. It didn't work. "Hi."
"She says that so well." Mal turned to me and winked.
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#74. Hey, you were into him for over two years. I'm allowed to feel a little vulnerable and insecure about the fuckface. Stop trying to stunt my emotional growth, Anne.
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#75. Fuck he was beautiful, inside and out, and he would never be mine. That information sat sure and safe inside of me, turning me to stone because it was utterly undeniable. But I was still expected to stay here, be with him, and support him, the job I both did and didn't want with all of my heart.
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#76. I needed new panties and a heart transplant.
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#77. A wounded heart was apparently no competition for an overeager vagina.
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#78. Throw one more thing, Jimmy, and I'll shove my three-inch heel so far up your ass you'll need a surgical team to extract it.
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#79. You're not for me."
"No?"
"Sadly not." He shook his head.
"Damn."
"Yeah, I know. You're really missing out." He sighed.
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#80. You've got drama too?" A shrug. "Doesn't everyone?" "A side effect of breathing, I guess." He
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#81. Teeth gritted, he gazed down at me. "Now that I come to think about it. I'm not real keen on your eye color, either. What do you call that shade of green? Fungus?
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#82. There were knives on a rack on the kitchen wall, many shiny bright knives all in a row. It would be so easy just to throw the odd one at him and see what I could hit.
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#83. Ali was a lucky, lucky girl having those two big hot men at her disposal. Not that Roslyn wasn't content with her one surly man, but still ... two. Some people were enjoying their apocalypse a little too much.
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#84. Dreamy dark eyes pinned me in place owning me. He licked his lips. Every time he did that my hormones erupted into the song of joy, a full orchestra plus heavenly choir accompanying. The whole shebang. It was ridiculous.
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#85. Damn, he was good. I'd been professionally sullied without a single item of clothing removed.
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#86. I'd never needed to know that my sister was a screamer. Never. That Mal was a screamer too just kind of confused me.
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#87. What people do at tables." Strong hands held my legs apart. "Eating.
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#88. Oh, yeah. You're the best," I grinned back at him.
"Pumpkin, hello. Of course I am!
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#89. Last week she wanted to be gay. Before that she talked monasteries. I think this is a constructive step toward her forgiving every penis-possessing human and moving on with her life.
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#90. We're fine. No worries."
Then he slowly shook his head. "Christ, Anne. You're so full of shit I don't even know what the fuck to say to you right now.
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#91. Thank god for coffee. Coffee understood. Coffee was my friend.
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#92. I will not rain on people's parades with unnecessary practicalities they can figure out for themselves.
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#93. Do you know what you want to do?" "No. Not really." "But you know what you don't want to do?" "Yes," I answered definitely. "Then there's your starting point.
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#94. my oral sex skills are off the chart. I know all about getting dirty down under. Let me show you, pretty please?
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#95. Sometimes, when you're not being a jerk, I like you so much it hurts. I like the way your true self comes out when you think no one else is looking.
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#96. Sometimes things that make the least sense are the most true. Such is the mystery of life.
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#97. You wouldn't believe how hard it was, keeping my eyes on his face. The struggle was real.
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#98. I think I'm going to start charging you extra for lies. Someone needs to pay for the stain on my soul.
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#99. Things as I knew them were just props.My happiness needed to come from me.I could build my own home,make a future for myself.Not rely on someone else to come along and magically make me feel like I had worth,as if I belonged.I could be strong on my own.
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