Kenya Wright Quotes

People called me, Lobo, which was Spanish for wolf.

His power sings to your blood. I witnessed your reaction to him just now. He'll be a king in a few years ... And you'll be his queen.

Do me a favor. Go to the mirror, look at yourself, and then tell me if I should value your opinions. Your pants are still open by the way.

But my thoughts
breed truths
that my heart
can't
bare.
Like Melody.

It used to be that when I made mistakes like this or came close to losing my life, I would just call Miguel. He'd drop it all to come to me - his movies, media engagements no matter how big they were, and even his criminal activities went on hold for me. It made me think he cared.
Miguel canceled an appearance on the Dave Letterman show just because he called me and thought my voice sounded like something was wrong.
He directed his gaze to the bruises decorating my face. "You said you weren't hurt."
With those big arms, he picked me up and slammed the door behind us. "When I ask you if you're okay, you tell me the truth.

I think I could have loved you.

Asleep? That's what she is right now?" Pure menace laced his words. "And when you decide to answer that question, Kane, be sure that you answer this with great care. I for one see you as my friend. We've never had problems. But now you've met my Melody, and problems cannot be avoided. So when I ask you, is she asleep, be sure that you give me a clear answer, because different ones will result in your death and the slashing away of every fucking person you know.

Weed etiquette rule - whoever rolls the joint, gets the first hit.

You're going to ruin me.

I call you domina because that's what you are," Samuel insisted.
"It's what I was. Now I'm just Brie. What if I only called you pathfinder?

Why not just hope to fuck me hard?"
"Because fucking you would never be enough.

I'd loved for five long years, where pain had mingled with kisses and Michael's hugs suffocated me so much that I wasn't sure I could wriggle away enough to gasp for air. It was purple love, ugly and endearing, passionate and bruising like the tiny plum marks one left from sucking on a lover's neck. After loving like that, one needed a break ...

Come here. I told you to go to sleep and you wouldn't go, so now you'll have to take care of me.

I'd been just like her, a youngster with something to say, a rebel through street art, leaving my mark on public buildings, to taunt the government and humor the public

You had no problem with me watching you disrobe in the alley so I figured we could shower together,

We learned a new way to consume each other, without the need for any drug or conflict. We smothered each other in kisses and dreams of our future and poetic wishes that ended in moans. Our addictions shifted to our obsession with us.

What are you doing here?"
"Coming to pick you up for tonight."
"I'm not going."
"Would it help if I lowered to my knees and said please?" He started to go down.
I hit his shoulder. "Stop that. You're embarrassing me."
He dragged his gaze over my body. "You look beautiful."
"Whatever." I wore black yoga pants and a shirt with Star War's Yoda flipping the bird on the front.
"I love the way your clothes hug your body."
"I love the way you continue to invade my privacy.

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You see how good I'm being for you? I haven't ripped out any hearts or anything.

Yes. I long to break you. It's all I've been thinking about since we ate dinner last night.

Women formed from black smoke come to me at night and they scream for me to not cut their throats or twist those tiny necks. They beg and cry. Then right at the moment when I can't take anymore, I rush up to them, slashing at the smoke with my hands. Do they go away? Never. They turn into familiar faces.

Wow. He's like sexy Willy Wonka.

Those have to be the most romantic words I've heard in my life." I stepped up to him and poked his chest. "You don't ever talk to me that way.

If I'm super woman, then he would be my kryptonite.

Compliments like that are only going to get you everywhere.

Draw: For the most part, a draw occurs when it appears that neither side will win.

I'm impressed you left to keep everyone safe." He tenderly massaged the area above my hipbone with his right thumb.
"I've seen vampire men cry and piss their pants after one hour in the sewers by themselves. You've been walking most of the day and all alone.

He drove into me hard, slipping into my slick tunnel with ease. "Who are you to me?"
My blood stirred in my veins from me just hearing the question. "You're queen.

His eyes went to predatory mode, following my every movement. The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed.
I was going to have to burn him again. I could see it in his eyes.
Were-cats and their constant need to poke and bat at things.

Let's talk about why I'm naked and you're not.

There's always a price.

And the sorrow sent her spiraling back into sickness.

I already apologized for that."
"No, you didn't."
"Then I'm sorry.""
"Fuck your sorry."
"Fine. Fuck my sorry.

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... he grabbed my hand again. That same warmth hit me, seeping into my skin. I bit my lip and forced myself not to relish in the tingling heat. Samuel's eyes widened. Fangs erupted from his gums. His nostrils flared as he inhaled me.

Do you know how hard it's been to not fuck you this whole journey?" he asked inside my head.
"Why can't I make love to you? Your husband sent you off to breed with a vampire." Samuel's fangs retracted. "Last time I checked, I was a vampire.

Without her, I couldn't live.

The very thought of him coming so close to tasting you makes me want to split his head in two.

And you're absolutely breathtaking.

I shuddered at the thought of what I would do for her if she asked - kill, steal, desecrate the holy god Ambi, destroy cities and masses of people just at her command.

The good men will come, when your whole

Nervousness from earlier surged back into me. Goodness. He was honey poured over an athletic body. Short, sandy-blond curls outlined his face, which boasted full lips, high cheek bones, and long lashes that any woman would envy. Even with those soft features, his face appeared hard and sculpted by an artist.

Miguel came to my restless mind, as he always did when I slept. Old memories never left me alone.

I know you've been through an ordeal, but you don't want to start drowning yourself in liquor. You'll find that it's easy to do, but by the time you realize it could start to be a problem, you're already over that cliff.

Trust me. There were tons of options."
I rubbed my eyes with both hands. "You have my name on your shoulder. I don't even know what I should do with this. If someone told me that a guy that they'd just met a few weeks ago, had their name drawn permanently on them, I would say run really fast and change your phone number."
"That wouldn't be good advice in my case. I run fast too." He shrugged. "I would catch you.

Their faces showed beautiful smiles boasting magnificent teeth. Their skin gleamed in the perfect lighting. Even their scarred flesh seemed to hold its own intricate designs, as crazy as it seemed. Luscious curves still decorated their hips and the swell between their legs. They were striking and endearing like a tribe of taunting sirens on top of a cliff in the middle of the sea. I gazed at them for longer than I should have ...

Fine, I'll live. Just give me time to fill the void you left.

I couldn't stay away from her.

Me, following her home.
Her, thinking she's alone.
For hours, I watched her paint, sat in the darkness, and marveled.

Why let me heal when you'll just break me anyway?"
"Because breaking you is half the fun.

Umm. Well ... I don't know what the first sign is. You see ... I'm ... a little blind. My eyesight is really bad. For example, I have no idea what any of you look like.

Those fake blue eyes stared back, mocking me. At least the tears didn't show. Thank God. Instead, they ducked back into my eyelids as I tucked my sadness back into my core ... The more my mind flew off in one direction, the more my sanity shattered into pieces that no one could sweep up and glue back together.

Nothing is bigger than art.

She needs her freedom, but I won't let her have it.

When I arrived at her door, with the weight of the entire world on my shoulders, she drew me into her arms and eased all my stress away. She comforted and spent time with me when she didn't have to. She didn't know me at all, had no idea who I was or what I intended for her, whether passion or pain. But her heart led her forward, that beautiful heart I wanted for myself. So when the moment came to kiss her, as we stood in the water at the beach, I seized it like a desperate man. I was a mad one on the edge of insanity and she was the tonic I needed.

Say it for me, Rainy. No other man.

He smiled and captured my hand ... I attempted to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip just a little and kept my hand encased in his. A warmth spread through to me.

She held her hand out in front of her. "Wait."
"No," I groaned and then cleared my throat. "I mean okay, I can wait.

I want you to go back to your memories and count the times you failed and then, count the times you broke through those barriers to win again.

Pleasure and pain.
That was my Melody.
She was my poison
so toxic, when sampled,
yet,
so sweet ...

He's not going to stop this. He's really going to kill himself.

He growled. The noise echoed through the area. Birds flew from the trees. They appeared like dark dots in the starry sky.

Sure, I may need to take breaks between questions to masturbate, but at least I'll get it done.

That was when my hard persona cracked and shattered into pieces. My hands shook as I wiped away all of the tears streaming down my face. The hysteria that I'd held in all night fled my body.

No matter how much he'd done to me, my heart could not be done with him.

The Revolution won't be televised. It's already available on Amazon in ebook format.

And what was he protecting you from just now?" Samuel gestured to the ceiling. "Did he think I was going to kill you with my tongue?

What made a movie buff different from others was the amount of freakish details they chose to fill their heads with. The typical movie-goer remembered the big lines, the ones that you could find on the film's shirts and posters. Just a bunch of tag-lines used for promotion. A true movie buff memorized the odd ones that said more about the story's theme or characters. A true buff read up on the movie's history.

I can't take a dick-measuring contest."
...
"I know Meshack has a big one. And from what I've felt, Zulu is big. Both of your dicks are equally big.

Give me another chance. Earlier tonight, you hoped I would be your first. I really did feel honored. I was just caught way off guard, so I fronted a little and rushed upstairs. But when I got to the top, I leaned back against my door and had to catch my breath. I couldn't fucking believe it.

I didn't understand what was supposed to happen from our swinging, but the need to make her happy bloomed in my chest.

Vagina Whisperer.

Art isn't a means for income when it comes to Hex. He would do it if he was trapped on an island by himself or the richest man in the world. For him, art is like breathing. He just has to do it.

Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends ...
Make sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed.

If I thought I'd been drawn to her, now I knew, I'd been taken,
kidnapped,
caged,
destroyed,
and all the other things that went with someone having complete power over another.

I don't need to be a king for you to be my queen.

Whether I gave him a chance or not, I relished in the fact that he'd remember me in years to come,

My corpse doesn't need a diamond throne.

1) Everyone nodded in silent agreement,
and then one by one
disappeared into the castle's dark shadows
where night met blackened air
and creepy things
whispered the most haunting words into the wind.

She wants her freedom.

Blood is no longer flowing in my brain right now. It's somewhere else.

I ate three skittles at a time. One skittle didn't provide enough flavor. Two was a tease of sugar, yet four skittles in one bite drowned the senses. Therefore, the exact number of three served as the perfect harmony of candy goodness.

Not many women left me with a hard-on. They always stayed and took care of me.

Is it my power ripening or the natural will of a man to want to control what he thinks is his? It didn't matter. Blood would paint the streets if another touched her.

... I craved to stroke that delicate skin and run my fingers through her tresses as she moaned with hunger. I would grip a thick section of her hair in my hands, wrap it around my fingers, and take her from behind. And she would scream my name.

We filled the night air with light and shone brighter than all those millions of glittering stars watching us from the sky.

I'm your favorite nightmare and your worst dream all in one. I'm everything you shouldn't want. And you're everything I need.

Women will be the death of you." Julio entered and sat down. "That's why I don't mess with them. They make men weak."
"You don't mess with them because you're gay.