Armin Arlert Quotes Novels & Stories

By the time she got the connection she needed, Salazar was already one of the world's most famous painters. "Who is that?" She couldn't help myself but laugh when I heard Arman's voice. It's becoming a hobby of his to sneak up on her. "You know what, I will a heart condition with all your sneaking." She messed his hair while laughing. "What? It's not my fault that you're always daydreaming." Arman always talks like an adult than a kid. The way he carries himself with a certain confidence, and the way he looks at people. It was probably from the experience he had at the fighting pit.

"The man will never quit until he's gotten his way. And God knows if he put up his son to come play the drunk last night. Just to fucking mess with your emotions. Luther is a damn manipulator, and that's how manipulators work." "No. I don't think what Jamal did last night was just an act. I think he was really drunk." "Why?" Arlo gave a lopsided smile. "Because you'd rather believe his drunk words? Did hearing him say he was still in love with you and all that shit make your heart flutter?" "Don't be such a jealous ass, Arlo." I seethed indignantly. I just hate how bluntly sarcastic he gets whenever he was pissed.

Not even Luca’s gentle attempts to comfort him could break through the storm brewing inside. "I have to go somewhere. Wait here," Arlen said abruptly. "Are you going to see him?" Luca’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Arlen turned slightly, his expression unreadable. "Why do you still hold on to that servant like this?" Luca asked. "How come you refuse to see how dangerous he is - to you and everyone else?" Arlen’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. "Julius is not a dangerous man. Not to me." "..."

Artemis smiled, but something flickered in her expression, a crack in the mask, a flicker of admiration. “You really are stubborn. Just like her.” She glanced at my limp body beneath in the snow. Pelin didn’t flinch. “Good,” Pelin answered her. “Because I’m not leaving without my best friend.” “Maybe you will, after you see this,” Artemis answered with a syrupy voice. Her arms moved, and the arena cracked violently. “But I can give you a little tip,” she added. “The mind is more powerful than the sword. What you can become is more important who you were before” she said and winked.