Boondocks Saints Quotes Novels & Stories

Sophia ➡ But if I tell you, I may get killed. Johnson ➡ Look, people are dying because of this, if we don't do something about this people will die, besides this gang is not to be trusted, do you know I was knocked down a fees weeks ago by T-gun? You and I are likes pawns to these gang, and eventually when they have everything they want, they'll kill us all, and no one can save you but I can, I promise you that when everything is over, you'll be safe and richer. .

Why the Hell is he referring to Saint in the third person? “I don’t have lice!” Saint snarls at the man shoving him into the broken slate again. “So you’re just mangey and uncouth. Wonderful.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re worried about the wrong thing, you dolt. Keep going until Iokaste dies. Then we’ll all be stuck here together for eternity. And I promise, if she dies because of you, spending eternity with me will be a living Hell for you.” “Saint, get back so I can mindlink everyone.” I try to convince him. “If he’s telling the truth, let’s hear him out. If not, I’ll let you have at him.”

A joke. One day, maybe one day, she would let Lola know that she’d meant those words she’d treated as a joke today, but for now, she had to clear out the weeds and take them out from the roots. * * * “Now don’t you shoot yourself in the foot, my proud friend? There’s still more time left.” Grandfather Sanchez cautioned Old Boyd who had rang him up via video chat to taunt him. The man was persistent and Lazarus Sanchez started to get more irritated. The door to his bedroom opened and Mr Henry walked in and bowed.

"Go wherever you wanna go. But don't you dare to call that a rape before anyone" I just keep listening to him, lowering my eyes. "Otherwise, fuck all the boycott things, I'll make sure you see the dead faces of your mother and Christian"

“What are you doing? I thought we were on the same team. What are you playing at?” Santiago just chuckled, low and cruel. “Poor thing,” he said, mockingly stroking my hair with the barrel of his gun. “You should really get an award for being so gullible. So fucking stupid.” Dread twisted in my gut, spreading like poison. Santiago’s gaze flicked to Vincent, his smile stretching into something vicious. “As for you, brother,” he drawled the word like it was something filthy, and I saw Vincent’s face darken.

“Fuck that. I’ll take the front lines over taking care of pups any day.” “See, you just proved yourself wrong. Her job is so damn exciting, you can’t even handle it.” Saint pauses, thinking about our conversation. “Fuck you.” I smirk to myself as he goes to lie down in the back of my mind to sulk. “Sorry about that, ladies. Just a little sidebar with Saint. Point me to the bookcases.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell that the boss of the Staten Island Saints is a softie.” I stand. “You and I both know that the number one thing Dad taught me was to always pay my debts. If this were about Christos—which it isn’t—I’d be paying my dues, not going soft.” “You done already?” Uncle John raises his eyebrows. “I thought we were gonna shoot the shit.” “I have places I need to be.” I nod at the guard, who re-cuffs Uncle John. “Call me with any further rumors you hear.” “I’m not in here much longer, Dino.” He stands.

(Mayor Xuarzez) “GODDAMMNITT!!…BASTARD!!…THEY ARE ALL BASTARD…UNGRATEFULL TRASH!!…wait…wait..no..no..no..no..NOO!!!!!….where is everything!!..no…it’s gone..everything is gone!!!!…”. (Jonathan Reyes)

However, it was Saint who got a bruise in his head and it seems like it had been bumped at the steering wheel. The mirror ahead of us was cracked.Saint told me to come out through the door in my end, he then grabbed the hand in his pants as we covered ourselves using his car. Bullets are raining, and all I can do is to scream and cry. A useless lady who can’t do anything might deserve to die. I bit my lower lip, gawked at Saint with worried eyes. “Are we really going to die and crash a d-deat meat?” Saint scoffed. “Do you think I’d let that happen? Don Zamir would end my life.” He paused, assuring me that he will protect me no matter what. “If anything happens, don’t come out. Do you follow?

He found me dripping and soaked. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping wet, little Saint.” he said and pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped, gripping his shoulders, and then he began to pump slow and deep into me, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made me see stars. “Look at you,” he growled against my ear. “Taking a priest’s fingers in a dirty ban like a needy little slut.” I whimpered as I let my hips rock into his hand.