Nicole Castle Quotes & Sayings

Frank took my hand and pressed it to his lips. Considering that my knuckles were bruised from punching him in the face, it should've come with the romantic gesture of the year award. Or a restraining order. — Nicole Castle

Are you having a midlife crisis?"

"You'll be having an end of life crisis if you say that again," he threatened. — Nicole Castle

She could undoubtedly get the boy to dig his own grave. With enough encouragement and a little cleavage, he wouldn't even need a shovel. — Nicole Castle

There was never a dull moment with Frank. Things you'd think would piss him off, like shooting him, he was happy about. But if you happen to order him a croissant at a diner because his stomach growled all during the morning's blowjob, he gets all bent out of shape about it, as if you've alerted the entire country that he's a foreigner, and then he refuses to fuck you in the men's room after your meal. — Nicole Castle

The fact that picking out china patterns was pretty gay didn't bother me, since we were picking them out to shoot them. Frank chose the design. Ivory white with solid black borders and real gold edging. Fucking expensive. He made me pay. — Nicole Castle

I was going to die. Eleven days after my eighteenth birthday. And even if Frank was able to end his brother's life before he ended Frank's, he still would've won. Henry still would've killed him, because Frank couldn't live without me any more than I could live without him. We were both about to die. — Nicole Castle

When Vincent didn't understand something, he would figure it out. When Frank didn't understand something, he'd light it on fire. — Nicole Castle

I'd say that if she touched his cock I'd kill her, but then, I'd kill her anyway. — Nicole Castle

Fortunately for Alan's sake, Frank preferred beauty over age so I had no need to defend my territory. — Nicole Castle

He was also the only adult male in my life who I'd never so much as flirted with, which gave him a special place in my heart. And made me a bit hesitant to be alone with him. Old habits are hard to break. — Nicole Castle

As if anyone in Paris would believe for a second that I was a top. Not only was I made for being manhandled, I was far too lazy to be anything but a bottom. — Nicole Castle

He glared at me as if I were solely responsible for the food shortage not only at the opening, but in several third world countries on top of it. — Nicole Castle

How was I ever going to seduce Frank, make him fall in love with me, if I was brunet? (Vincent) — Nicole Castle

I still couldn't believe that he was actually mine; an international super assassin in love with an emotionally unbalanced kid from Podunk, Illinois. Adn I was his. — Nicole Castle

I'd found that in my case, once I was in trouble, digging the hole deep enough to climb out on the other side was sometimes the quickest way to redemption. — Nicole Castle

I thought seeing him naked was the highlight of my life. That suit was better than sex. — Nicole Castle

It took all my concentration not to get an erection now that he was being mean to me again. He was really fucking sexy when he was hostile. — Nicole Castle

His face was badly bruised and swollen and altogether painful looking, but it really brought out his eyes. — Nicole Castle

He admitted to me that seeing a person die was one of the most incredible experiences he'd ever had. It made him feel human, watching the life leave their eyes. I tried to tell him that fucking me would make him feel like God, but he didn't buy it. — Nicole Castle

Antoinette had squinty eyes she could barely open under the six pounds of mascara and teal eye shadow she must've applied with a paint roller, and lips that were puckered on a permanent basis as if she were storing lemons in the deep recesses of her jowls. She smelled like a bull that got loose in a perfume shop, and had pointy high heeled shoes that threatened to burst out the sides at any moment from the pressure of being three sizes too small. — Nicole Castle

I'd seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but Frank was absolutely beautiful. I could stare at him all day. I wanted to touch him, not just in the standard erogenous zones, but to move my fingers over every inch of his skin until I'd memorized his face and body the way he memorized his books. — Nicole Castle

Kiki had to be carried whenever they left the house, or she'd be eaten by wild animals. At least, that's what Frank seemed to think. The dog, spoiled as she was, wholeheartedly agreed. — Nicole Castle

During the summer he'd wear my oil smeared undershirts to give me inspiration, although it usually had the opposite effect, and then the only thing getting done on that car was me. — Nicole Castle

I loved being in Frank's arms. It felt special, being that the only other people he ever picked up were dead. — Nicole Castle

How could I explain the sort of twisted fantasies I'd had to play out to Frank? Most of them I didn't even understand myself. Like being drenched in maple syrup and having acorns thrown at me by a guy wearing nothing but hiking boots. — Nicole Castle

I was his fire, one look boiling his blood and turning him from a man who'd blush at a dirty word to one who'd make me feel like a virgin again, shying away from the scandalous things he whispered in my ear while he made me lick my come off his fingers. — Nicole Castle

How could I not be in love with a man who folded something after strangling me with it? — Nicole Castle

There was nothing like being objectified to make a boy feel pretty. — Nicole Castle

I'd even jerked off to the thought of it, something I hadn't done since I learned that I was good enough looking to have someone do ti for me — Nicole Castle

Bullets like cocks, came in a variety of different sizes and length but were all more or less the same shape. — Nicole Castle

Luckily for me, he knew my limits better than I did. If I looked like I needed it, he'd forget to wake me when I conked out, or he'd purposefully incapacitate me during our hand to hand combat, so I'd have no choice but to take the night off. We didn't have a safety word. I trusted him to know my breaking point, and never pass it. — Nicole Castle

The blade gleamed in his hand, making my knees go so weak that I had to hold onto the car. Even watching him use a butter knife on an unsuspecting piece of toast was enough to make my whole body burn, inciting an erection under the table that would last long past dessert. — Nicole Castle

He flicked his cigarette at me. Luckily, I was still wet, and it was mostly extinguished upon contact. I sat on his lap and lit another one for him. It's the little things in life. — Nicole Castle

Frank was a great seamstress. — Nicole Castle

At least with all the blood moved to his face he'd be able to leave the table without further embarrassing himself. — Nicole Castle

Watching him snap someone's neck as easily as lighting a cigarette made me dizzy with desire for him. And when he stabbed someone I could barely see straight until we'd made a successful getaway, and he'd trace a blade across my skin, making me come. I'd received more scars from acts of lovemaking than I had from my whole childhood, and I wasn't even eighteen yet. — Nicole Castle

Here I was, telling him a heartwarming story about my first and only pet, a goldfish that died the day after I won it with a well-placed ping-pong ball at the County Fair, and he had a still-breathing corpse in the trunk. — Nicole Castle

Here it was, the first of many lies he'd have to come up with. "Bella threw a knife at my head." He'd do better with the next lie. — Nicole Castle

We were prime examples of the age old debate: nature versus nurture. I'd been brought up around muscle cars and crescent wrenches, and he'd been surrounded by neon lights and stilettos. In all likelihood, I should've been straight as an arrow, and Frank would've ended up as a showgirl. Yet, he was the top, if only in bed. We both knew who wore the pants in the relationship, even though they were big on me because they were his. — Nicole Castle

It wasn't the same as when other men called me beautiful. With them, it meant I'd be donning knee pads. With Frank, it meant uncomfortable silence. And the last thing I wanted was for Frank to be uncomfortable or silent. — Nicole Castle

I moved away from him, sitting back on my heels and raising my aim to his heart. "Happy anniversary, Frank."

In a flash, he had my gun away from me and I was flat on the floor with his boot against my throat. "You point a gun at me again, I will break your neck. — Nicole Castle