Armin Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I snapped and he sighed. “Armin can be of help!” He said and I rolled eyes. “Say that one more time and I'll strangle you!” “No, I'm serious, he can be of help, remember he has been here for a long time, he knows alot of things!” He snapped and I arched my eyebrows, getting interested. “Really?”

Lumiére muttered, attempting to clarify his intentions. Arin couldn't help but snort in disbelief at Lumiére's claim. "I love how you think you're invisible," he spat sarcastically, his tone laced with skepticism. Lumiére, undeterred by Arin's skepticism, met his gaze with a determined expression. He arched an eyebrow and retorted, "... I actually possess the ability to become invisible. Remember? It's one of my special abilities." Arin let out a weary sigh, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. Lumiére could see the exhaustion etched on Arin's face, clear evidence of his inner turmoil.

Damien met with Armin the next day. He needed to clear some things with him and make sure he wasn't made a fool out of. "Ah, it's good to see you again so soon. You don't look too well. You aren't feeling ill, are you? Armin raised his brows.

He is nothing compared to my mates, if there was ever a doubt I made the right choice it is clear to everyone now that Leon was never worthy. He suddenly grins again, his eyes meeting mine boldly as he states, "I would have convinced you none of this was my fault" he chuckles, "I don't know if anyone has said this to your face before, but" he stands straighter, coming closer to me. "You are really fucking gullible and stupid Armina, I would have used you as an incubator and to fuck as I pleased and you'd would have never picked up on shit" he spits at me. I clearly struck a nerve. His words do nothing to hurt me. Nothing this man could say could hurt me, his words are nothing but trash, just

I shut my eyes for some minutes, basking in the effect those words had on me anytime I think about it. Armano came out of the toilet naked as the day he was born, with water dripping from his body. I stared at him, admiring each sculpture of his body, I looked down to his groin. His hugeness sometimes terrifies me, sometimes I find it hard to believe that thing fitted into me. "Look at you staring at the mini me, without even flinching or turning away. You have grown so bold." He said, smirking. I rolled my eyes as he hardened up at my gaze.

He lifted me easily, twirling me around like he always did, and kissed my cheek. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his lips brushed against my ear. I giggled. That was Armin—always sweet. Always mine. “You saw me yesterday,” I teased, my cheeks already burning. “Lovebirds,” my mother muttered, snapping me back to reality. Armin had always visited, and she was fond of him. But she never failed to caution me about getting too attached. “Remember his wolf has to choose you,” she would say, always out of nowhere.

What the freak? Arman did not stop there. “You’re brilliant on screen, I’ll give you that, but off-screen? An ice block would do a better job of socializing than you do. All you do is ignore people and freeze them out like no one exists or matters except you.” He snapped at me. He had seen how people tried to approach me; men flocked around me like I was the only woman in the room. “Oh really? I think that’s much better than being a fake-ass like you, always sucking everyone in.”

Greedy old man! “Who would have thought to do that to Lazaro?” Arman said as he started to drive away from the burning Villa. All of the places smell like success to me, and it made me happy a little bit. I replied to Arman, “I don’t know, why would you ask me that question if you can answer that?” Arman raised his left eyebrow to my question, “Do you really think I can do that to Lazaro? No, because you are there, and I don’t want something to happen to you.”

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.

Shit! "Damn it!" Aristotle panicked after seeing Grunt's impression. Grunt would cry at any moment. "You're done, Aristotle! You're making ROBIN's son cry." mockery of Sin. "I'm s-sorry for curses," His eyes glow while saying that. They really emphasize the name ROBIN. I stared at them.