Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

What did you really do to him?" Cella had to ask her. "Nothin'." "Smith," she said, stopping by the bear. "The man shit, pissed, and vomited after spending less than thirty minutes with you. There has to be a reason." "Got me. All I did was stare at him until he told me something I could use." The bear looked Smith over. "Did you stare at him with those eyes of yours?" "I have my daddy's eyes.

You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood.

Treat your slaves well, my young Harvold," his grandmother would often say, "for if they die poorly at your hand, Skuld may send them back to tear you apart.

hate me, too . . . because I'm always right. I understand how painful that must be for others who aren't always right.

Good Lord! Get off the cross, we need the wood.

But she'd never enjoyed it and she'd tried it with several different partners. She found the whole process rather revolting.

She needed loyal friends more than she needed another dick attached to some idiot man. She could get dick anywhere, but someone who always had your back? That was like gold.

When it came to art, desire was a big part of it. Not sexual desire, but the desire to create, to produce, to explore the world around oneself. Without the desire . . . an artist had nothing.

You like him?" She shrugged. "I don't dislike him." "Well, for you that's almost marriage.

She'd automatically assumed it was men trying to kill her. Look at that. She was guilty of reverse sexism or . . . whatever.

Oh. That. I stopped listening and just stared at your lips instead, which are quite beautiful, by the way. But I could tell you weren't going to say anything I wanted to hear, so I just ignored you.

You like her." "Don't you?" "I don't dislike her." "Hell, boy, for you that's marriage.

A wiÄ™c, Hoss, powiedziaÅ'eÅ› ju? jej, ?e jesteÅ› w niej zakochany? - Nie pozwoliÅ'a mi. Gdy próbowaÅ'em jej to powiedzie?, zrzuciÅ'a mnie ze schodów.

Trust me, pups, one day you'll find that male who makes you love him, care for him, and want to stab him in the face all at the same time. And your lives will never be the same.

guys said a date didn't count if they hadn't been laid.

No. But I have incredible luck with dice and I am ruthless. You will lose, gentlemen. I will destroy your lands, take your women, ravish your men, and make your children my slave labor. I will own every castle, house, and farm that is within my reach. I won't be satisfied until I own all of it and you. I will destroy you all, gentlemen, and, to be quite blunt, I don't think you can handle it.

Please don't say sassy." She hated that term to describe women. It was like they were talking about a housecat that brought dead birds home for the family

Don't you think she's a little cruel?" "Cruel? Babe, the Marquis de Sade was cruel. This chick is a class-A cunt. I think she'd cut her own mother if the woman got in her way.

She folded her arms in front of her chest. "You come the rest of the way." "Why?" "Because I'm worth every step you'll take.

This is going to be big." When Coop's head tipped to the side like a confused schnauzer, he added, "The hotel room of some big-time penis was just violently invaded." "It's pianist.

And, sugar, if you're gonna sit out on that balcony at night, half-naked, smellin' so sweet and sighing like you just had the best fuck of your life, then you might as well put a leash around my neck and call me yours.

His sister sighed. "I'm starting to become concerned about your taste, little brother. She's…odd." "She's odd because she's brilliant." He motioned to the exit where the female had disappeared. "At this moment, she's discussing things you and I could never even comprehend." ... "I absolutely could create a lightsaber.