Grimmjow Quotes Novels & Stories

Also, I have no idea he have this side, kinda scaring me off. "Is that—" Zack coughed off blood before finishing his sentence. "all you got?" Everyone groaned in displeased with Zack's arrogant nature. Him provoking Damian won't help his situation. He looks like he wants to kill him now. "Shut up, Zack!" Jay shouted. "Stop provoking him, you dumb b*tch!" That should be my line, actually. I never knew I will see Jay this mad—some people can be sometimes surprising. Zack pulls up his middle finger in front of Jay and Damian before speaking. "You both can go to hell."

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

Isadora's POV: Golem responded in a sarcastic tone, saying, "Ask me to kill somebody? Yes. Ask me to burn down a city to ashes? Perfect. I would even enjoy doing it. But ask me not to do something stupid around my mate? That's one thing I can't promise, Isadora." "Please, it would only be for a little while; you have to understand that I had a life before you showed up," I begged in a desperate tone.

There, I meet someone seated and smoking a pipe. He is huge, with a big head and only one eyeball, the other socket scarred and empty. He gets up when I walk in, stretching a hand for a handshake and introducing himself with a croak voice that sounds like gravel under boots. “I am Jiro—Alpha of the Grimwards.” Then he says, puffing another cloud of smoke, “Lucian had told me a lot about you, and I must admit we share a lot in common.” I look up at his face and ask him, my voice hoarse but steady, “And what commonness do we share?”

I answered him with a smile. He then clicked his tongue and all of a sudden, his face darkened. “I already did and it does not do me good,” he coldly muttered. I was caught off guard by what I heard and got curious about what happened to him. Is that the reason why he’s always grumpy and gloomy? Does someone hurt him? I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the mass was about to end. "Let's give each other the sign of peace. . ."

“Why didn’t you just do it yourself? Why didn’t you just end my life without waiting for him? You could have easily done it yourself.” Grimm didn’t respond. He just stared at me with an unreadable expression. At least, he sounded remorseful the first time. But now, as I looked at him, I realized that my best friend had become my deadliest enemy.

The crowd screamed louder. Grimm stalked forward, every move ruthless. He slammed a fist into ribs, crack. Another uppercut split the man’s lip, red pouring like water. Blood hit the mat before the crowd even blinked. Grimm’s fist slammed into the man’s jaw, teeth flying out like white chips, swallowed by the dirt and sweat of the pit. The roar was deafening. “Grimm! Grimm! Grimm!”

"But since we're on the topic of roles, you do know your time will come too, right? Just like I and Osiris failed. So will you, and if you don’t die on the job like Osiris, you'll end up…. Just. Like. Me!” They laughed. Loud and obnoxious, one was a grating sound in my ears. The other? Sounded forced. "You’re something else. Seriously. I almost don’t wanna break your face." Joker drawled, wiping a false tear from his eye. "Almost?" I smirked. That one pissed him off, cause he slapped me. Hard across the face. My head snapped sideways, not really… just for dramatic flair. I let it hang, motionless. "Hey. Don’t kill him yet." Spear Guy said.

Greyson's henchmen joined in the mocking laughter, their faces twisted with cruel amusement. "You thought you could outsmart us?" one of them jeered. Despite their predicament, the guild members' resolve remained unshaken. Their eyes locked onto Greyson, their expressions a mixture of determination and defiance. Jota's voice cut through the tension, unwavering. "You won't break us," he declared, his words carrying a steadfast conviction. Greyson's laughter continued, a chilling sound that reverberated through the room. "Oh, but I already have," he replied, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.

Grim was on guard, and I knew that I would have to be careful. "Come, Grim, I don't know what you're insinuating," I attempted level-headedness. "But I can tell you, I'm merely a skilled warrior." Grim's eyes locked onto mine, piercing. "I don't think so," Grim snarled in a low, deadly voice. "I think that you're a spy." My heart paused for a moment. He was most likely just bluffing. "What are you talking about man? If I was a spy, this would even be more fun. At least, I’d be getting paid for beating you up. I wish" I said in a nonchalant tone.