7 Quotes by 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.

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.

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.

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

When Vincent didn’t understand something, he would figure it out. When Frank didn’t understand something, he’d light it on fire.

That was what made Vincent so perfect. His raison d'être. He was feminine to the point of being non-threatening, and masculine enough to prove Frank was homosexual after all. Not to mention obscenely beautiful.

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.