Mmromance Quotes

“The first time I watched him fight, I got hard. My heart pounded in my chest, and I chewed on my lip until it bled. I vowed then I would make him mine.”
― Kasia Bacon, The Mutt

“As a writer, I am not opposed to killing off villains. That's not the kind of later biting in the ass I prefer for my protagonist.”
― Gabbo De La Parra

“This is your last chance to go home, son.” It was the loudest I’d heard him speak.
I froze.
Cock, meet jeans. Jeans, please contain cock.”
― J.A. Rock, The Subs Club

“He pointed at the paper. “I want you to write me a description of every foot you’ve put wrong since we met. Make sure I can read your writing. You have five minutes.”

Write about every foot I’d put wrong. I peered down at my feet.

I started to write: My left foot is a size eight point five. It has a high arch, and my big toe is longer than my second toe. There is a light smattering of hair on the top of my foot. I paused and stuck my left leg out, studying my shoe. Right now I am wearing Nike Frees for m—
“Bring me your paper.”
I glanced at my paper. “I’m not done yet.”
“One . . . two . . .”
I brought him the paper.”
― J.A. Rock, The Subs Club

“Discovering new cultures makes life more colorful!”
― Lola Noire

“Heute, morgen und für immer.”
― Elya Adair, Melodie der Asche

“His pulse started acting up again, beating both faster and slower at the same time, as if it were excited to feel calm. He had no idea why he felt this way with his butler, but he couldn't control it.”
― Daniela Campos, Solo Un Sirviente Más

“Sometimes death is just the beginning”
― Nora Jones, Familiarus: Light and Dark

“Anything else you want to discuss before we begin?”

“Who cuts your hair? You should run them through with their own thinning shears. You have a wonderful face, and so much wasted potential for—” He stepped forward and grabbed my ear. “Ow!”
― J.A. Rock, The Subs Club

“There’s an art to severing ties with someone. Not everyone needs to be dumped the same. Some need a gentle hand, others to be tricked into thinking it was their idea, and some people need to be told to fuck right off afterward.”
― K.M. Neuhold, Rebel

“I know there’s an ongoing betting pool who can hold out the longest while fucking. Tank currently holds the record at almost three hours, and I’ve been hell-bent on breaking it—but it won’t happen today.”
― Nora Phoenix, Rebel

“«Qual è il tuo metro di giudizio per decidere che il loro non può essere amore?»”
― Myrddin Emrys, Kokoro o komete: Con tutto il cuore (Love Japan)

“For me, romance shouldn't be based on gender... It's about the love and relationship between two people who see past the corporeal and into each other's souls.”
― J.B. Richards, The Curse of the Dragon Stone

“Nothing else seemed to matter when my guy was standing there looking like a snack.”
― Cambria Hebert, #Fate

“Even after the body heals, the mind still carries the injury. All you can do is be there for him, no matter what he to try and push you away. He may lash out at you, but in some way it's because he knows you can take it. And you have to take it, Sasha. If you want to him to move forward, he has to know you can handle anything - like he had to. Otherwise, there is no future for the two of you.”
― Ashlyn Drewek, The Vengeance of Roan Sinclair

“My attire typically consists of khakis and a plain button-down shirt. On the weekend, I might go crazy and choose a white T-shirt. The word conservative has been used to describe me more than once”
― Mia Monroe, Stars Collide

“Someone is standing next to him, and as I near them and focus on the man, I’m left speechless. It's like he stepped off the pages of a men's fitness magazine, with muscle in places I didn't think muscle existed. His muscles have muscles. He's not terribly tall, but that's okay. Neither am I. But he's fit and tan and rippled gorgeousness. He stands out in this place that’s usually filled with space nerds or kids on field trips. I am immediately curious why he's here and why Richard is smiling awkwardly.”
― Mia Monroe, Stars Collide

“I don’t care, Gabriel. I don’t care if you're Einstein or Carl Sagan. The planetarium is mine.”
I scoff. “I guess we’ll see about that.”
“We will.”
― Mia Monroe, Stars Collide

“I'm asking you to wait. Wait for the man who will bring springtime into your heart”
― Jett Masterson, Cutting the Braid

“While I’ve been passing up advances from other girls this whole time—from some of her best friends even—she’s just out here… kissing Brandon Bruce fucking Lee.

Bullshit.”
― Nyla K., For the Fans

“You could do a portrait,” he suggested, looking back at the canvas, envisioning his boss’s hands stained with paint. “The important thing isn’t the drawing itself, but what it represents to you.”

Regine took a step towards him, tilting his head slightly to one side.

“Are you offering yourself as a model?”
― Daniela Campos, Solo Un Sirviente Más

“Santa Ines is, on first impression, not the best, but not anywhere approaching the worst city Chant has found himself in. He’s seen it all. Palaces and slums, wide, sunlit marble boulevards flanked by ornamental gardens, and shanty towns drowning in mud and despair. This place is, at first glance, the same as any other West Coast city he’s ever drifted through. A twisted core of skyscrapers, apartments and office-blocks, wound round with freeways and dwindling out to cinder block suburbs with repeating fenced yards, bikes on the paths and barbecues in the back, not affluent but not dangerous, either. To the other side of the city, the buildings slope down to the seafront, built lower towards the ocean front as if the nearer they get to the beach, the more they want to get down on their knees and dig. Chant laughs under his breath at the thought: weird. Digging for, what, pirate treasure? Maybe. It’s an old beach town, after all. Zinging with life, thriving, but with that hidden current eddying in the shadows at the edge of the ever-present sunshine, ready to drag down the unwise into secret depths. Here, in Santa Ines, it feels like it goes deeper, somehow, but Chant doesn’t plan on sticking around long enough for that to be a problem. And anyway - he’s not new. Not as if anything like that can touch him, let alone hold him.”
― John T. Fuller, Fresh Ink - High Spice Edition

“He forces himself to meet Manny’s gaze. “I’m sorry I can’t stay.”
“OK. Go get some sleep then.” He doesn’t look happy about it, that cute little crease cutting into the edge of each eyebrow. “Come back tomorrow. You promised.”
“I did.” Chant says, feeling faint. The air between them is warmer than the balmy night, their little private bubble back again, keeping the world outside.”
― John T. Fuller, Fresh Ink - Mild Spice Edition