Grimmjow Quotes Romane & Geschichten

Sera "No!" Jiro screams, the sound ripping from his throat like a wounded animal's final howl. I watch as his massive frame trembles violently as he fights the invisible chains wrapping around his will. His knees buckle further, slamming into the blood-soaked earth. But he claws at the ground, fingers digging furrows through the dirt and gore. "I will not...chant her name! I am Alpha of the freaking Grimwards! I bow to no one!" Yet even as the words tear free, his voice cracks. The idomitable compulsion surges through him, my scent flooding every corner of his being like an unstoppable tide.

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

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.

Grumpy: I’m going to enjoy giving you a fail on your exam. -Norali: Are you always full of empty threats? -Mr. Grumpy: I don’t do empty threats.

he swears holding his jaw that devilish smirk wiped away. "You had it coming." I state fixing my clothes "Damn baby l am proud of you." Jose kisses my cheek such boyfriends are highly appreciated. "Now Grayson and probably Kira herself is the only one left to dislocate my jaw." He comments trying to flex his already swelling jaw. "I pray it's ten times mine." I retort "I am Sorry El." "You sorry now. After almost a freaking month. Was that thick head of yours trying to pass the message through the thick skull." I shout at him

I asked turning back to Grim who had a demeaning smirk on his lips. “Oh- you shouldn’t mind that, what you should pay attention to is what you can do to make sure she doesn’t end up dead.” he said and tilted his head to the side. “Now- come to me and this would be over before you know it.” He said plaicng his hands on the thick buckle around his waist.

“F*ck! Can a person die from checking a car?” “I don’t believe that this Death Inquisitor can kill all of you out of thin air!” “F*ck! A bunch of trash. All of them are trash!” As he opened the car door and got out of the car, Grimm said, “None of you dare to go? Damn it! All of you are cowards!”

Breaking the silence, Jake's voice reverberated through the night. "Which one of you wants to come at me first?" he challenged, his tone carrying the weight of authority. Grinjo, smirking with confidence, stepped forward, ready to accept the challenge. "Don't get so cocky now," he retorted. "You're still young and inexperienced. What makes you think you could take me alone, much less along with Damian? I think you're getting ahead of yourself, and it'll be my pleasure to put fools like you in your place."

That's my life in a nutshell. “Have you ever joined any other clubs?" I ask. “No, I’ve never been in one." “Then, do you have any experience? You know, doing this or that?" “What exactly do you mean by ‘that"? I can’t help but feel like that’s a mean-spirited question." “Mean-spirited? Why?" “Mr. Grimwine. I’ve warned you thoroughly, but it would appear that you haven’t been listening. I think I may have to dole out rather merciless punishment to you later."

With both hands busy, Grimm’s knee still bops and bumps while he clacks away on the laptop with more than a few other gadgets tacked on to the device. Puppy’s mouth must be attached to the same motor as his leg as he talks us through all the tech crap he’s doing. “Fuck me kid...” I know Rourke’s about to demand the same thing I am ‘English’. Daddy barely gets out the correction he can’t bite down before Grimm lands a comeback with a wit as fast as the rest of his hyperactive parts. “Forgot my lube, and you’re missing a few zeros on my check before I deep throat a King Kong cock,” my coffee flies out of my nose as much as my mouth.