King Tm Frazier Quotes

Stop being alive, and start living.

Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.

Love is what you would do for the other person, not what you do in general.

Don’t get all fucking butt hurt about it, Bear. King doesn’t even trust me around her, and I only wanted to take her out on a date, and maybe put the tip in a little, but noooooo.

When you’re at war with the devil sometimes you gotta dial up a demon,

I found myself again in the most unlikely place. I’d found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn’t find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.

Love isn’t about wanting a hero, it’s about wanting to be one for the other person.

Things doesn't always start out the way we want them to. It's how they end that's important.

I'll always be here. You can't make me leave if you got the priest from the exorcist to come remove me. Cause I'm on step above demon... I'm Preppy.

You and me… we’re a forever kind of thing.

I never knew true fear until I met pure evil. He wore a smile and a bow tie.

I wasn’t about to wear white and pretend to be an angel when I’d lived and fallen in love with the devil.

You’ll find out that I’m a lot of things, but I’m no fucking rapist. Before I fuck you—and I will fuck you, pup—you’ll be begging me for it,” he whispered against my neck.

I’ll love you with everything I have and all that I am. It ain’t much, but it’s yours if you’ll let me give it to you.

I will always find my way back you, baby. Always.

We're not just going to have a life, remember? We're going to live.

there is a difference between being bad and being evil. Just because he was a very bad boy, that doesn't mean he couldn't be a truly great man.

When you start walking on egg shells around people, that’s when you know that those are people you don’t need to be around. Life’s too short to pretend to be anyone else.

Home is where you feel the most like yourself. Home is the thing that makes you happiest during this very short life. The person who makes you happiest. I’d never known what a real home was, and now that I’d found it, I was never letting it go.

This place was as confusing as King. Hard edges, unfinished and unrefined, yet mysterious and beautiful in it’s own way.

Tattoos. Anyone who doesn’t like my art can kick rocks.

Baby, I’m sorry,” he said dropping his forehead to mine in a rare moment of vulnerability. His voice was rough and shaky. “Help me. Please. I don’t know what I’m doing here.” “What are you trying to do?” I asked. He raised up, just enough to look me in the eye. “I’m trying to love you.

We’re not given forever. We’re given just a finite amount of time on this earth. It’s up to us to decide how we are going to spend that time, and who we are going to spend it with.

You did not take what was mine and not expect to pay in blood, sweat, or pussy.” I have missed the fuck out of you King!!

In this world, there is very little I believe in, Pup. But I believe we belong together." "You don't believe in God?" I asked. "No, Pup. The only thing I have faith in, is you.

King filled me so completely. Not just my body. My heart. My soul. My life. I didn’t give a shit if I ever got my memory back. Because with King, I knew exactly who I was. I was his.

Love. It was the only kind of torture I wasn’t familiar with.

Until you, I felt like nothing. I was nothing. You gave me everything and I plan to do the same for you. You’re too good for me, but I plan to make that up to you with how good I’m going to be for you. With you. Because of you.

But then I shut up, and I did what I was told. Because pancakes.

I’d found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn’t find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.

We can talk later. Do I need to bend you over and fuck you like an animal to remind you whose pussy this is?

Bear was as beautiful as he was hard. He was as complex as he was simple. He was both the storm and the calm. The fear and the solace. The rage and the peace. My life and my love.

Yeah, man. That’s fucking amazing. Yes, that. I’ll help you. We can do it together. You run the shit. I’ll help you run the shit. Then, we’ll buy a big ’ole Star Wars stilt home and live there, and no one will be able tell us what to fucking do ever again!

I’ve been a ruined man for a long time. I can’t ruin you too.

No, I’m not happy. I’m far from fucking happy. I’ve been far from fucking happy since I got out of prison. If I think back, I wasn’t exactly happy before prison either, and it’s your fucking fault!” “How the fuck is that my fault?” Now, he’d gone too far, blaming me for his life years before I was even in it. “Because you are the one who made me realize I was fucking unhappy. Because with you, I think I can actually BE happy!

I can’t stay away from you anymore. I tried, and I can’t do it. I want you. I need you to tell me all that hesitation bullshit is over and that I can have you. Stop being alive, and start living.

I was ready to finally acknowledge my complete lack of control over this larger than life connection we shared. I wasn’t giving in to him. It was a fight I couldn’t win. It was a fight I didn’t even want to fight.

don’t give a fuck who you are, asshole.” I seethed. “And you’re not as smart as you seem to think you are. Tell me something, who exactly was it who appointed you judge of all people?” I thought my words would start an all out war but instead King didn’t look angrier, he looked only mildly amused. “Well you are partially right. Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.

Don’t make me junk punch you Captain Obvious.

How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. —Johnny Cash

We were two tortured souls. Both in more ways than one person should ever have to experience. But we found each other.

I may be a lot of things, Doc. A criminal. Sure. A very good dresser. Absolutely. A man with a huge cock. Fuck, yes.” His face grew serious. “But I’m no fucking liar.

I would have given anything in the world for that smile and that breath, to have not been his very last.

I’ve been in a maximum security prison. I’ve been around the worst of the worst. I’ve had to sleep with one eye open, thinking my next breath could be my last.” “Why are you telling me all this?” He turned toward me and our eyes locked. He reached out and ran the back of his pointer finger along my cheek. “Because I want you to know that none of those motherfuckers ever scared me as much as you do.

I know how it feels to be a biker, and not a man. I know how it feels when you find the person who makes you realize you can be both.

It wasn't romantic. It wasn't flowery. But it also wasn't lies. It was just us.

Like something happened to Preppy. That wasn’t your fault, dick slick. It was mine. I literally couldn’t dodge that bullet. See what I did there? Oh my shit I’m hilarious.

about as useless as a monk with a ten-inch cock.

Above all else, I felt his love. He’d said he couldn’t keep me. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t always be his.

He stepped into the room like he was stepping out of the gates of hell and onto earth where the very presence of us mere mortals pissed him off.

There has never been anyone like you ,” Bear said softly. “You’re it for me, Ti. Don’t ever doubt that.

I think you are the most stubborn, overbearing, anger inducing, obnoxious, complicated, and beautiful man that has ever lived.” “I think you are beautiful, too,” King breathed.

She was the girl I was in love with. The girl I would always be in love with. Until my very last breath.

I don’t think anyone’s had the stranger danger talk with him. Because rule number one is that you don’t jump into strange unmarked vans with the bad guys,

I may not know shit about shit, but I can tell you that when a girl goes running from a party with only a bottle of whiskey for company, something is most definitely bothering her. In my experience, that something usually has a cock attached to it.

I’ve done it all and you look at me like I’m somehow a good person and it makes me want to tear my fucking hair out because it’s all a lie. The truth is that I’m not the good guy. I’m the fucking bad guy,

I’m not stopping at kissing. I’m not stopping until you’re mine in every fucking way. I’ll try not to hurt you, but this is happening right fucking now. I’m warning you that I want you so much, my version of gentle still might be really fucking hard.

The funny thing about life is that even though something entirely earth-shattering rocks you to your core, something that shakes you off your axis, the world around you somehow doesn’t feel the impact.

Get you’re fucking hands off her,

Listen, life isn’t about what happened to you in your past, it’s about where you are now and where you’re going. Onward and upward and all that jazz.” “That’s

Hey Doc?” he asked, searching my eyes. His laugh quieted and his smile fell. My stomach flipped. “Yeah?” “This time…I’m gonna keep you.

Because you belong to me. Your fear, your anger, your fury, your fucking defiance. It all belongs to me. And nobody fucks with what’s mine but ME.

I am loved by him in a way that no one else on the planet could ever love me.

Two brothers who were also about to learn the hard way that just because I wasn’t wearing my cut didn’t mean that I was weak. Or that I forgot how to pull a motherfucking trigger.

Because pancakes.” ****

There is one more thing I need you to know.” His lips hovered just above mine. “You need to know that I don’t give a fuck if your memory returns while I’m gone, cause it doesn’t change shit for us. But from this point out there is only one thing I need you to remember.” “What’s that?” “This.” King gripped the back of my neck and pulled me into him, crashing his lips to mine in a kiss that had me trembling with both desire and fear.

suffer from the same condition Pup does.” “And what’s that?” Bear asked, following me out and leaning up sideways against the railing. “We both forgot who the fuck we were.” Bear dialed a few numbers; I could hear the ringing through the speaker as he held it up to his ear. “You remembering now?” “Yeah, I’m remembering now.” “And who exactly are you?” Bear asked. “I’m the fucking bad guy.

Have you even thought that who you are now is exactly the person you’re supposed to be? That maybe with the slate wiped clean of bullshit outside influences that you are now more yourself than ever before?

I wanted to see her sad. Taste her tears. I wanted to know what she sounded like when she cried. In pain, in pleasure, in both.

Awesome!” Preppy hopped from one foot to the other. “I’m going to go iron my good bow tie.” “Prep?

You can be pissed off and still love someone at the same time.” Tanner

They call me, King." 

He'd said he couldn't keep me. That didn't mean I wouldn't always be his .

I missed that he could toss me around like a rag doll, while at the same time worshipping me like I was the most precious object in the world to him. We

You’re right,” I whisper. “I am a monster.” Roughly, I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. “I’m your monster.

The saying that blood was thicker than water didn’t mean jack shit to me because I knew who my family was and blood was something we spilled for one another, not shared.

He was so far inside of me, body, heart, and soul, that I was almost afraid of how deep our connection was. It was about more than sex. It was about us, and we were a lot like our sex in a way. It hurt. It felt amazing. I never wanted it to end.

When you’re feeling weak, I’ll be strong for you. If you can’t see, I’ll be your eyes. If you can’t hear, I’ll guide you. We’re only weak when we’re not a team. Together? We’re un-fucking-stoppable.

In all the time I’d been living on the streets, I’ve had some close calls, some serious gut check moments. I’ve seen things that have made my skin crawl and my heart race. I was very familiar with feeling afraid. Fear had nothing on King.

I have nightmares all the time. You know what’s the only thing that makes them go away?” He placed his hand over mine. “You. You silence the world when it’s too fucking loud. You make me feel less broken.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you, pup.” King confessed. “You make me fucking crazy and I feel shit that I can’t--” He paused. “Prison fucked me up, made me rethink things, but you’re managed to fuck me up more than prison ever did. For some reason, I want you around.

Don’t you dare judge me. I can be sympathetic to you because I know how it feels to be confused and overwhelmed, but that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know you.

King sighed. “Always with the questions, Pup.” He tucked my wet hair behind my ears in a move that was both soft and intimate. “I missed your annoying ass questions.” “I

You want to be high? You can be high on me. You want to take the edge off? I’m gonna do just that, baby.

What if the stains are too great?” “No, you’ll see. It’s the stains that make us human,

Because my name is Samuel Clearwater, and I take orders from no one. Not even death.

I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it all over again.

There are times when a lie can’t be helped. Honesty is a fickle bitch like that. I don’t believe in filtering, though. When you start walking on egg shells around people, that’s when you know that those are people you don’t need to be around. Life’s too short to pretend to be anyone else. I’m just me. I say what I want to fucking say. I do what I want to do and I don’t fucking apologize for it.

I’m done leaving you alone.” Bear tangled his hands in the back of my hair and tugged my lips down onto his. “I want you. Still fucking want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

You killed him." I held up my index finger and my thumb, slowly closing the gap between them, peering over at Dre through the tiny slit that remained. "Little bit." "I don't think you can kill someone a little bit." "Oh, well then, a lot bit. I killed him a lot bit.

You cunts done yet?" Preppy called out with a sigh, letting his shoulders fall. "Ya'll fight like bitches. When one of you taps out I bet it's because you gotta go change your fucking tampon." He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

We deserved our chance at life. At love. At figuring out what any of this meant. It was far from a romance. But it was still a love story. And it was ours. I was going to stop at nothing until we had our happy ending.

We deserved our chance at life. At love. At figuring out what any of this meant. It was far from a romance. But it was still a love story. And it was ours. I

Why do you have a gun?” I asked, without thinking of how stupid my question really was. Maybe, if he ever put his god dammed shirt back on, my case of stupid would turn back off. “Why do I have a gun?” he repeated, like it was the ridiculous question that it was. “’Cause throwing bullets by hand isn’t exactly effective.

You went to college?” I look at her with disbelief. “In a year and a half?” She wrinkles her nose. “More like half an hour. Just for enough time to threaten the dean into giving me a degree. It’s real pretty, too. I framed it. It’s hanging in my room at the MC. Come by. I’ll show you sometime.

She was afraid of me. That much was obvious, but there was a fire there, too, and the more she fought it, the more it turned me on. The way her body reacted to me told me that there was only so long she could resist the inevitable. The inevitable being me fucking her until she couldn’t remember her own name. It’s not like she knew it anyway.

My strength had always been in my amazing ability to be completely and brutally honest. Of course, the gift of honesty was in addition to my sense of humor, wit, charm, character, striking good looks, phenomenal – yet classic – sense of style, and last but not least, the tribungus slab of man meat dangling between my legs. But I motherfucking digress.

Preppy leans back on the siding and hooks his thumbs under his suspenders, stretching and releasing them several times before he speaks. “Sooo…I hate to be the bearer of interesting news, but you’re looking at her like you want to eat her. Stalk much?” “No, I’m fucking not,” I snap defensively. Too defensively. Preppy releases his suspenders and holds up his hands like he’s on the receiving end of a hold-up. “Whoa, whoa. Don’t go getting your panties in a twist, little brother. I didn’t say stalking was a bad thing. In fact, if you need some pointers, I’d be happy to enrol you in Preppy’s How To Stalk Like a Mofo 101.

You came into my life when I had nothing left” … “You’ve been everything to me.” I leaned forward and planted a small soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, his lips parted and his gaze dropped to my lips as I pulled back. “You just have to remember how to be something to yourself.” “I can’t,” Bear said, so quietly I wasn’t sure if he really spoke. “I can’t,” he repeated. His shoulders fell and his gaze dropped to the floor of the boat. “Why? Tell me why?” I demanded, standing up off my seat. Bear was now eye level with my chest. “I’m… lost,” he admitted, and my heart sank. “Then I will help you find your way,

There we stood, in the middle of the living room, hugging it out, each trying to hold back our tears until our need to cry outweighed our need to be the manly fucking men we were and we were no longer able to hold in the tears. “I’m not fucking crying,” Bear sobbed. “Me either, you fucking pussy,” I sobbed back as my old friend held me tighter and we hugged and punched each other hard on the backs until I was sure we were going to give each other bruises, and if it went on much longer, probably some broken ribs. When he finally let go of me we quickly wiped our eyes and noses on our t-shirts, because real men don’t fucking cry.