Kim Jones > Quotes

“That’s one of the perks of being a writer. You get to put mean people in a book. And then you get to kill them.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“This is not just a token of my love, but my vow to always be your man. I’ll protect you, take care of you, and devote my life to making you happy. Saylor Samson, will you do me the honor of being my ol’ lady and wearing my patch?” She”
― Kim Jones, Sinner's Creed

“Shhh, Love. I don't want you to cry anymore. Let me pleasure you. I want you to fall to pieces in my arms. And when you do, I swear I'll be here put you back together." His words shatter any walls I had left. The vise around my heart shatters. The most vital organ in my body thumps a steady heavy rhythm against my chest - and in this beautiful moment, it beats solely for him.”
― Kim Jones, Clubwhore

“A G?” I ask, raising my brows in amusement. “You do realize you don’t have to speak thug around me? I mean, this is a drug deal, but saying ‘a thousand’ doesn’t make you any less of a criminal. Money sounds the same in all accents and languages.” “I’m in the moment, okay? Red has me feeling all gangsta and shit.” “Yeah, dog.” Throwing her hand in what I can only guess is a gang sign, Red lifts her chin to me. I can only stare back at her with a look I hope makes her feel as stupid as she sounds.”
― Kim Jones, Clubwhore

“mind screams at me to tell him no. But if my vagina had legs, she’d walk across his lap, lay down and beg for it.”
― Kim Jones, Patchwhore

“My bottom lip quivers and I pull it between my teeth. Why do I always feel so sad around him? I'm so raw... open... exposed. He seems to pull emotions out of me I blocked years ago. Now a lifetime of tears I've managed to not shed has done nothing but spill when I'm with him.”
― Kim Jones, Clubwhore

“For fuck’s sake, Penelope Hart…you’re making me fall in love with you.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“I want to live in this moment just a little bit longer. After all, it’s my fucking fairytale.

This isn’t about Cinderella and her strange feet that are different from everyone else’s feet in the kingdom.

This isn’t about Rapunzel and her super strong neck muscles that can support the weight of a grown man.

This isn’t about Snow White and her seven little men kink—although I’m more like her than the others.

This story is about me—Winter Tews.

So cue the music.

Light the fireworks.

Pour the scotch.

Because this shit is really happening.

This is the ending to a fairytale I never imagined could be mine.

I give Jinx a pleading look. “One more time?”

“For fuck’s sake,” he rushes out, exasperated.

He cradles my face in his hands. Kisses me crazy. Doesn’t pull away until I’m breathless. Then he says it again. “I love you.”

I only have one thing to say.

“Ditto.”

And we lived happily ever after.”
― Kim Jones, Cutslut

“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” Oh. My. God. Is this were a book, that would be the most highlighted line in it. “I love you, Penelope Lane Hart. You’re my That Girl.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“The looks I receive are of pure lust and want. It heightens my mood. I want the men to look at me. I want them to, fuck me and use me. There's something about the humiliation of knowing who I am and what my purpose is that has my body pulsing with sexual need.”
― Kim Jones, Clubwhore

“I love you, Penelope Lane Hart. You’re my That Girl.”
― Kim Jones, Weight Loss Box Set: Delicious Recipes and Exercises To Reduce Your Weight Easily

“To hell with the Cantons. I’d let you put it in my butt if you took me back to the hotel.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“On a scale from one to ten, how hard is it to find a fresh pile of dog shit in Topeka?”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“Mother of fuck, woman. You’re like a goddamn fungus!”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“Apparently, there is a band. They’re not playing yet, but they’re setting up. Doesn’t matter. I’d dance with Briggs to the Oscar Mayer bologna theme song. This classical elevator music will do just fine.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“one. “Valentino.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“Moped,” I say, my face serious.

“What?”

“Moped. You have to ride a moped.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not riding a fucking moped.”

I poke my lips out. “Not even for me?”

“Nope.”

“But you said you’d do anything for me.”

His brow lifts. “I didn’t say that.”

“But I’m your dream girl,” I whine.

“I didn’t say that shit either. I said I love you. Which translates to: you’ll do until some better bitch comes along.”

“Say it again.”

“You’ll do until some better bitch comes along,” he repeats. I narrow my eyes. He smiles. “I love you, baby.”
― Kim Jones, Cutslut

“I want to dry hump his chair and rub my vagina on the walls to mark my territory.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“So I smile, lift my glass and toast the next best thing. “To staying positive and testing negative.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“Well, when you’re walking down the hall mumbling, light as a feather, stiff as a board, how else am I supposed to treat you?”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“He kisses me stupid. Kisses me careless. Kisses me into another universe. Until Chicago is no longer at my back, but worlds away.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy

“I’ll be rich. As. Fuck. A few million dollars makes having herpes totally worth it. Plus, there’s all this advanced medicine these days. It’s a win-win for me. For him? Not so much.”
― Kim Jones, That Guy