Possessive Baddass Hottie Quotes & Sayings

I love the idea of expanding the universe of games to some extent. At one point, they were kind of limited to boys, fanboys and whatever. I like the idea of liberation for games. — James Patterson

Dante said, "I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off."
"That's because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been
homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he'll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Just cause you get used to something doesn't mean you like it." He added, snapping the magenta, "You're used to me. — Lionel Shriver

Money was new and unpredictable and liked to go where it pleased. Some — Colson Whitehead

Solitude and privacy have become more essential to the individual; but modern enterprise and invention have, through invasions upon his privacy, subjected him to mental pain and distress. — Samuel D. Warren

The fundamental basis of education must always remain that one must act for oneself. That is clear. One must act for him or herself. — Maria Montessori

How many days have I spent alone with my cat ... and when I say alone, I mean without a material being, for my cat is a mystical companion, a spirit. — Pierre Bonnard

A dread filled me, a dread unlike any I had ever felt. Not the terror of God, or his angels, but the sickly fear of man. — Aminatta Forna

If boomers were always looking to shock, millennials are eager to share. — Nancy Gibbs

interests of mankind as a whole, but they do not suffice to determine political action. Perhaps they will do so at — Anonymous

Boyfriend?" He was smiling slightly.
Karl rolled his eyes. "Not if you're going to be like that about it."
"What, happy?" Aiden teased. "You supposed to want your boyfriend to be happy, you know."
"I want you to be happy," Karl muttered. "I just don't want you to be a smug little bastard about it. — Jane Davitt

Her tongue touched his, hesitant, almost shy. It was enough. Enough to bring their past, their passion, their desire, rushing back to him. He groaned, low and unabashed, and plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth, his hands snaking around her waist to snare her shirt in two tight fistfuls. She whimpered in reply, the sound pushing him over the edge.
With another groan - this one far more aggressive - he yanked her to his body, taking utter possession of her mouth as his hands roamed her back. She fit to his frame with perfection, firm and soft and lush. Nothing had changed. Her body against his ignited a primitive need in him he'd never been able to vocalize, not in song or word, no matter how many times he'd tried. It sparked a want beyond the physical. — Lexxie Couper