Boondocks Saints Quotes Novels & Stories

“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.”

Void and dark and sad. "I'm so sorry, Dylan. Saint is sorry too," I blurt out and put my hands in a praying position, "Let's just calm down, please? I don't want anything bad to happen right now. There’s no need to have something bad happening, right?” Saint turns his head to me very slowly with so much anger in there, I can feel it in my bones. "Shut him up! Just kill each other already!" some old guy yells from the audience, making all the other men laugh like the fucking animals they are, "And someone bring the whores back, what the fuck is this sausage party.”

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

By,Tamar writes ( RAVEN & SAINT " Saint, I am so worried about Liam and Lola ,their life has always been an easy one ,I am sure that they are terrified" Raven said while she packed their bags. "Ray Don't worry too much,I Believe we are going to get the kids back in no time " Saint said and pecked her hair as he cocked the pistol. “I don’t want to see my sister hurt neither my nephew nor my niece” she added.

Saint assured Gurdeep that he had to go since it was becoming late, and when he didn’t, Gurdeep was waiting to speak with him. The saint responded, "All of the inquiries you have will soon have their answers; all you need to finish is endure peacefully." As Saint turned to go, he gave Gurdeep one final glance and said, "legitimate your past missteps; never judge a book by its cover." Though he was going to question, Gurdeep realized the Saint had already left the premises, so he couldn't comprehend what he referred to. ... While in his room, the saint was engrossed in profound contemplation.

“ 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

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!"

“Watch yourself, Chase. You’re gonna run across one of them beauty queens whose daddy don’t like his little girl bein’ toyed with and he’s gonna get out the shotgun.” “I can handle myself. And lookit you, B, goin’ all big brother on me, worried about me getting my ass full of buckshot.” “Asshole. I’m worried about you bustin’ your ass and getting crippled up because you’re too stupid to understand you ain’t invincible and you ain’t gonna be able to ride forever.”

So I am giving ten billion dollars to the chief and his elders and the entire royal hood and I give five billion dollars to all those who carried me at their back, who feed me, and those strong men who gathered the courage to push me out of here so that I could be saved I the city, I am grateful to thank you all. Some of the youth had identified me and started to give me fans. We walked to our car. It was about 10 pm into the night. I started the engine and the saint said the road had been closed they had intentionally blocked the road so that they could kill me because I am a devil. All right all those who cut the trees to block the street should be turned statute where ever they are now. T