Novel & Cerita Boondocks Saints Quotes

But claiming him didn’t erase the pull. One night, we were walking back from the market, bags heavy with fruit and bread, when a group of teenagers blocked the sidewalk. Their voices were too loud, their laughter sharp. One of them called out, “Hey, Saint. You forget us already?” I froze. Saint didn’t even flinch. He shifted the bag higher on his arm and kept walking, his hand tightening on mine as if daring me to stop. The boys laughed harder, muttered words I couldn’t catch, and I felt heat crawl up my neck. My heart pounded, my stomach churned, but I forced myself to keep moving.

"I'm ready to go with you, please." "Jesus, fuck. Stay with me, Brae. Just fucking stay with me." Saint's angry tone filled the container as blood dripped onto my bare, bloodied feet.

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.”

Maybe saints didn’t live in statues, but in stubborn girls who sang lullabies to their own shadows. Thunder growled in the distance, the Saints’ answer to my retreat. But this time, the storm felt different—not an end, but a beginning. ******

His face was filled with hatred as he said, “When Dad was nearly beaten to death, it took so much effort for us to finally track down the Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate. "We begged the Medical Saint to save his life, but he refused to save Dad and even said that Dad was a pirate who deserved to die… “It’s only right for us to seek revenge for Dad. We’ll kill him even if it takes all four of our lives.” Bane said, “But we’ve only just arrived at South River City, and we don’t know anyone here. It’s best that we size up the situation first before finding an opportunity to get him.” … Chase entered Norris Villa with Quinn and once again met Charles, who was lying sick in bed.

“He… he made me feel safe.” The silence after my words was deafening. Saint’s jaw ticked. Then he let out a dark, humorless chuckle, the kind that made my skin crawl. “Safe? In his prison?” He leaned back in the chair, exhaling smoke slowly, “You mean you actually convinced yourself the cage felt comfortable. That’s how pathetic you’ve become. You mistake chains for safety.”

Brody murmurs, unsure, "You think it'll be okay? No accidents?" "You think I'd risk it?" Saint scoffs in an annoyed tone, "Of course it'll be okay, idiot. Don’t question me.” "He doesn’t like being questioned. Just believe him," Angel lets out with a dumb, very drunk, laugh, "I just want to get there, so let's go."

Don Santiago haughtily interjected “if you want to spout nonsense, you will better die since you are not useful for my search of Mario” The Old Man chuckled, suddenly, several doors opened, and seven burly men emerged from the doors. They crackled their fists and glared at Don Santiago fiercely. Don Santiago furrowed his eyebrows, and swept his gaze over the seven burly men, that looked like bouncers in a club. His lips curled up “thrash” he mumbled, and shook his head pitifully. “Damn, bastard, you dare call us thrash, you will taste the brute of my fist” one of the burly men hollered angrily.

Saint was too young to feel the amount of fear and stress she contained in that little body of hers, "you know I have a name." "You know, on second thought, maybe we should leave you to get tortured for a bit longer. It seems like you're having the time of your life there. It's giving you a sense of humor," Saint taunted. "I read somewhere that people use humor to cope with their trauma," I supplied and I could imagine Saint rolling her eyes at me while biting back a smile. "Please don't become one of those people. I like your brooding and silent behavior much better. Preferably stay that way," Saint sobered, humor leaving the link as she continued, "I'm going to speak to the Luna now. If an

“ I know this is none of us , we would never be sloppy. I know none of my guys would do this behind my back “ I snap and hold my hand out for the joint off of Joker. He leans forward and gives it to me. I take a drag and blow it out , looking out the window I think of who could be wanting to set us up. Shit I could write a fucking novel that consists of nothing but names of enemies we had. Once again the door opens and the last of my close brothers walks in Saint. He has his head in his phone , he’s typing out a text and when he sits down he finally pockets it and looks up. He looks at me and then across at the other too. Saint goes by that because he looks like the boy next door. His hair