Effie Trinket Quotes Novels & Stories

I said to Effie. “She is in heaven,” Effie said as she opened the same drawer and took out a second, smaller apron. “This one is mine. I got it for my birthday.” “Oh, that’s a pretty one. Shall I help you tie it?” She nodded. “Okay, let’s get started. Where does mommy keep her iPad?” “Here.” I followed her into the living room, where she opened a drawer in the coffee table and pulled out the tablet, punching in the code before handing it to me.

I had no service there, so I could only yell to the skies, begging him to get me out of there. "The mark will make his way here shortly, and you won't have much time, little bird, so I suggest you quit your pity party early, down that sludge you claim is coffee, and get ready. This one will be a little tricky." Tricky rolled off his tongue in such a way that it caused a cascade of shivers down my spine. "Tricky, oh fantastic, I needed something to upend my boring life" The sarcasm I laid on in response failed.

“Am I now clean enough to dine with you?” “How on earth did you grow up to be so obnoxious?” I asked, shaking my head slightly. Tristan flashed a cheeky grin, his eyes glimmering in the soft glow of the truck’s headlights as they cut through the darkness. “Too many knocks to the head from getting thrown by horses,” he replied with a teasing lilt in his voice. “At least that’s Aunt Aurelia’s excuse whenever my dad says or does something particularly stupid.” “Hey! That’s not fair!” Alex huffed, crossing his arms in mock indignation, though I could see a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I understand that this necklace means a lot to you.” My lip quivers. ‘You will not cry,’ I command myself. ‘You will not.’ “But at the end of the day…it’s only a trinket. Isn’t it silly to hang onto a piece of jewelry out of sentiment when you could be helping so many people?” He reasons.

He says and forwards his hand but I refuse to take it stand on my feet. After shaking off the dust from my butt, I look at him. "Slow? I was fast enough. You tricked me." Tristian scoffs. "I don't need small trickery to beat you Barbie doll. You're just too weak for me." He winks and my facial muscles contract in a way that they almost hurt. I'll fucking show his masculine ego. "I don't have an masculine ego as you poetically state it. But I am trying to fire up yours." He says and I realise that I said my thoughts out loud. Great!