New Adult Fiction Quotes

The dining hall in our section of campus was like something out of an Ayn Rand novel: big, utilitarian, and impersonal.

Kirstie Collins Brote

Your lips are the only stimulant I need.

Katie, when I saw you again, there was nothing I wanted to do more than stand by your side for the rest of my life.

I sort of figured we'd be dating. It makes things like sharing a room a little easier.

Well if it isn't little miss 'Call Me Maybe' back from the dead.

You know I'm always ready to indulge your fantasies.

Comb his Facebook page. See if he has a Twitter account. Follow up on every Google lead. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him the man he is.

I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.

He is who he is, but it's not enough for me. I want more. I don't want him for just a night. I want him beside me every night.

He thinks he's comforting a friend after a bad breakup. Little does he know-he's the one who's breaking my heart.

I'm making out with a dead girl in my dreams. I'm screwing women I have no business screwing. I'm pushing away the one person who actually gives a damn about me. It's like the Bermuda Triangle of heartache and I'm sinking fast.

If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back.

He made me feel wanted - good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked.

Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.

Just your being here justifies that what I feel for you is strong enough to endure anything.

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything.

What is it about guys named Adam?

I'd love to wake up next to you in this room, in this bed, every day.

If you want to hit me, scratch me, punch me, I'll take it. If you want to yank my hair, spit on me, kick me, I'll endure it. I deserve to be punished. Leave your mark on my body. Show me how much I hurt you, then show me again. Because I'm prepared to withstand anything in order to keep you by my side.

My heart was divided for so long. Now I'm able to give you every part of me. You deserve nothing less.

I don't know? Maybe because we had sex.

Have sex with Adam? I'd rather grab a defibrillator paddle and burn the other side of my face.

It’s in the past. I can’t control what they did, only how I react to it. I’m not going to change who I am because of what some jack offs think of me.

But the moment I saw you, I knew there was something more. There was something behind those big, beautiful brown eyes that I had to get to know, and, damn girl you’ve kept me in a trance ever since.

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.

I believe there are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who do everything right, expecting the perfect outcome every time, and those who know better.

The way to Braden's heart is through his dick. It's just wrapped up in latex and usually between some girl's legs.

Emma Hart

Last night I dreamt Moses and I were rowing underwater.We could breathe and talk to one another.We rowed past schools of fish and sea anemones and Moses named them for me.”—Jules Finn

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.

... so I leaned down and put my mouth on him.He jerked at the contact with a barked, “Shit,” and I laughed around him, even as I took him deeper into my mouth.His hands were now fisted in the sheets, white-knuckled as I slid my tongue over him, grazing slightly with my teeth. His groan was fire to my blood.

Here’s the thing about falling for someone who’s already given up; there’s no promise of tomorrow. There aren’t any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every thought could be their last. It’s like you’re helplessly walking into quicksand, waiting for the muck to cover your mouth and eyes until you can no longer find a way to breathe. No, it’s more like jumping from a high bridge without the promise of water underneath.And I fucking hate heights.

He’d promised her forever, but now that there was another option, would he want to take it? He’d said not, but Bessina had butterflies taking up residence in her stomach at the thought. She had to know for sure.

I promise to keep my hands to myself. I'm too exhausted to make a move on you.

You feel pretty ,manly to me," I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes."And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.

L.J. Shen

Our first kiss was there on the bridge in the woods. How do you describe a first kiss? It is like trying to hold water in your hands. There is an ancient Chinese proverb that compares kissing to drinking salted water. “You drink, and your thirst increases,” it says. Time, I’m sure, passed by, but we remained unavailable for comment.

Kirstie Collins Brote

It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron strings if the strings are virtual?

Kirstie Collins Brote

One second, he was in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the broad head of him; the next, his hands were on my waist and I flipped onto my front. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as he gripped my hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in me with a single stroke.I moaned into the pillow at every glorious inch of him, rising onto my forearms as my fingers grappled into the sheets.

Rhys shuddered, and I watched his cock twitch.“Play later,” he ground out.Indeed.His mouth found mine, the kiss open and deep, a clash of tongues and teeth. He lay me down on the pillows, and I locked my legs around his back, careful of the wings.Though I stopped caring as he nudged at my entrance. And paused.“Play later,” I snarled into his mouth.Rhys laughed and slid in. And in. And in.

The fact that you can't see how much you're worth makes you worth so much more." She opened her mouth once, her brow bunched, but nothing came out. She didn't know the words to ask. I continued. "A diamond doesn't know how much it's worth; it's just beautiful because it exists.

I hated goodbyes. It felt like I had to give so many of them away lately.

Maybe one day we'd become fiction.

Maybe the definition of a real father is someone who accepts their child for who they are, despite their faults or how far they've strayed from the path of the person you hoped they'd become.

We were both filled with the enthusiasm that comes from being with someone you automatically click with.

There are some things that are never meant to be said aloud.

It's funny how reflections, even on the window of a store when walking down some busy street, momentarily erects a wall against all those thoughts flittering around. Some people may automatically switch their thoughts to how wide their hips have become, how quickly their hair is thinning or how funny their walk is, but it's always a reality check: this is you, right here, right now.

That mountain of courage I had been building inside me for the past several months began crumbling, tumbling down, and gaining speed like an avalanche.

My life was a rollercoaster except sometimes I'd have to get out and push the car and be sure I made it back in before it gained too much momentum and I'd be left vulnerable on the tracks, in the destructive path of another oncoming car.

We don't have a song, we have a whole album.

I have letters from you all over my room as if they were your fingerprints.

That small exposure to a few measures of song threw my world of its axis. It punctured a tiny window that gave me a peek at feelings, emotions, and thoughts I never knew existed. Knowing there was more to my life I wasn't getting at this moment made me feel like a drug addict forced into rehab.

I don't want to wake up and find out it was all a dream.

It will be a lesson in hope.

You have to take what you can get out of the music. It's different for everyone, but you have to pay attention and appreciate each piece in order for it to speak to you.

To me, guitar notes are the most beautiful sounds in the world.

Life is either the same song you sing day in and day out, or you go out into the world and devise your own soundtrack.

I radiated with all the stars in the night sky and the courage of a thousand men ran through my veins.

Soon it will all be a memory and memories decay and deform over time.

I had no idea what the lyrics were in the song, but his voice wrapped around my head, weaving through my hair, and whispered into my ears that made me drunk with a feeling I never felt before.

Songwriting was their way to converse with the universe.

My knees were weak but he held me with one hand, guiding me with the motion of his hips. I was completely his to do with what he wanted and he knew it.

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