Boondock Saints Sayings Novels & Stories

I retorted playfully, enjoying the banter among friends. "Oops, you said that. Just accept the fact, dude, that in simple terms, you're an OLD, RICH, QUICK-TO-DIE pervert!" Lennox quipped, earning a mock scowl from me as we all shared a moment of lighthearted camaraderie. "F*ck you Troj," his friend exclaimed amidst chuckles, "he won't kick the bucket that easily; he's like a stubborn weed, sticking around forever!" "Bayaw," another friend chimed in, "damn, that's like nails on a chalkboard!" Laughter rippled through the group, but they all knew if he wasn't his brother-in-law, he might have received a swift punch for that remark.

"Only the Saints of Sacred Lunaland are said to rival him in strength. For you, a young man, to have acquired even a sliver of their teachings speaks volumes about your skill." The elder's words conveyed genuine admiration, but Adrian chuckled modestly. "Haha, it's nothing—just a few simple tricks I've picked up." His tone suggested he had no significant expertise. Nearby, Andy smirked and added, "Haha, Adrian, I knew from the start you were extraordinary. "After all, the Ziphyan factions are full of hypocrites, spouting lofty ideals. You don't strike me as one of them. You seem far too approachable to share their sanctimonious ways."

"What the fuck? Who did that?" "What the hell, dude!" "Are you a noob, you bloody idiot? Attack the other team!" "Shit for brains, drop your fucking weapon." "What do we do? He's not listening!" "we've lost over half our XP, you fag, stop it!"

The Irishman looked around, his face still reflecting his amazement at listening to Louis's speech, short and yet stirring. “Saint?” he asked, frowning as he saw the look on his brother’s face. And then, concerned, he snarled, “ For the sake of Sweet Jaysus, spit it out, Saint!” St Just sighed. “It’s our Pet.”

I wasn’t gone that long. “Aw that sounds like fun, can we come?” Saint says as the other two guys look at him as if he had lost his mind. Realising he sounded lame, Saint rubs the back of his neck as he looks down trying to cover the red tint that now coats his handsome face; Focus Bell! “Only if we can practice on you?” My sister says with that wicked glint in her eyes, I look at her poking my eyes out at her, but in true Denu style she just shrugs.

They had very few local troubles and a good relationship with law enforcement. My uncle Cutter, however, along with a group of dirt bags and petty criminals, started the Burning Saints, and they blazed a much more violent trail. Since then, I’d seen extraordinarily little of my uncle, so why in God’s name I’d been asked to meet with him is anyone’s guess. “Okay, here we are,” my driver said as we reached our destination, failing to hide the relief in his voice. “Thank you again, and sorry for the… um… backseat…driving…freak fest. I promise I’ll leave you a glowing review. And a big tip,” I said, slinking out of the car.

Saint was running onto a negative tangent. It wasn't like it was just his insecurity but what he was going to state to Lucas was the fact that Lucas couldn't deny at any cost. "Lucas, we can feel every f*cking inch, every f*cking corner of the mate bond! If it weren't your resistance, I would have made out, marked and get inside our mate and it would have been our second or third round of s*x!" Lucas inhaled a sharp breath and asked curtly, "Now what the f*ck do you have to say, Saint? Just get it straight!"

She said. “Really? No wonder there are so many pups running around! All the women heal up, and the men are quick to knock them up again.” I said laughing. Thalia laughed, “Yeah, Aiden is ready for another pup too. Apparently, the extra meat on my hips is doing things to him.” “Really?” “Yeah, he said ‘the bone is for the dog, but the meat is for the man’.” She laughed. “Apparently, Austin used to say that to Rebel.”

giving me a playful shove. I didn’t get a chance to push him back before my sister’s shocked voice cut through the gym. “What did you say?” Shrugging, Brandon replied, “Oh, it’s just an old saying I picked up off of The Three Stooges or something,” “Your dad used to say that,” Cadence explained. “How bizarre.”

"Don't be silly." One of the guys with a bulky muscle who almost looked like he was doing bodybuilding for ages went on saying as he led his friend toward the inn. His voice boomed and could be heard clearly even amidst the sound of their laugh. The rest of them were also in the middle of having a conversation of their own. "That is nonsense." The other man who has a stature that looked no different from the first guy seconded him. "It is pure nonsense, indeed." Another agreed but then another unknown guy berated them by saying,