Gyutaro Quotes Novels & Stories

Pat looked away briefly. Then answered. "I would've had plenty to brag about if my team had actually won." Yut laughed. "Oi..." He pointed toward himself. "I should've bribed my team to go easier on yours." Pat stared. "Pouring more salt into the wound?" "No." Yut smiled warmly. "Just trying to make you laugh." Pat looked at him for a moment. Longer than usual. Then looked away first. Yut's smile softened. "You should get some rest." He gestured toward the building.

she murmured. “Yeah?” “Why do you have, like... seven tattoos and none of them are food-related? You own a restaurant, Mr. Velluto Rosso. Where’s the little pasta noodle?” I grinned, “You want me to get a tattoo of spaghetti?” “Obviously. A single meatball with, like, storm clouds behind it.” I barked a laugh. “Or a fancy cursive quote. ‘Live. Laugh. Lasagna.’” “Oh my fucking God.”

Gage did the same and even twisted the knife while laughing hysterically. The Genovese men are always blood-hungry when it's time for war. "You'll live to regret..." His speech was interrupted by a long flow of urine from Gage. Maxine burst into laughter and joined in. "How dare you!" Santaro yelled. "You’ll never get away with this. I’ll have you all fucking killed. Do you even know what you’ve just started? You've started a war." "Music to my fuckin soul," Gage yelled happily.

Mizu sighed, "Can you please state your name? We just wanted to know it. We meant no harm, it's a trouble to just say, 'You' every time." The guy glared at her intently which Mizu didn't avoid and stared back undauntedly. The guy clicked his tongue, and finally say his name in this long fuss. "I'm Haruto, 16," he said, averting his gaze. The guy hiding at the back of Mizu, suddenly step out bravely, "Eh? Your 16? I'm older than you in one year, call me big bro, Haruto." Zhi was already acting casual.

The old man laughed, a rich, booming sound that caught the attention of everyone nearby. "Zutto yoku narimashita, anata no okage desu. Hanto-shi. Anata ni wa totemo yuushuu na hisho ga imasu ne." (Much better, thanks to you. Mr. Hunt. You have a very impressive assistant.") Lucius had to wait a while for his translator to explain what the man said. "You.... you know each other?" Lucius asked, trying to hide his bewilderment. The chairman's translator, a younger Japanese man, translated what Lucuis said in English to Japanese.

The tension in the room broke over something small. One comment. One jab. But it was enough. "I'm not heavy," Azerbel shot back. Her eyes were sharp despite how weak she still felt. "You're just weak." Genaro didn't react the way most people would. He laughed. Low. Easy. Almost amused. "Words won't hurt me," he said. "If you want to watch what happens to your ex-mate, finish your food." "Take your medicine."

“You always know how to break down my walls.” Haruki shrugged. “I’m not trying to break your walls. I just don’t want you to forget how to smile.”

he says with disgust, still looking at the red marks on my wrists. I can't hold it in any longer and start laughing in the car. I laugh so hard that I have to wipe away the tears that spring up in the corner of my eyes: "The famous motto of the Ganovese men!" Santo nods and continues to look at the marks on my wrists: "Mangia bene, ridi spesso, ama molto" (Eat well, laugh often, love much*). He passes a hand over his eyes and sits back down correctly in his seat, clenching his fists.

He said, standing up. "Why didn't you just take us?” I yelled after him. “You know I'm a terrible driver" he yelled back. I scoffed, smiling. That was true. His favorite quote was, why drive a car when it's not trying to kill you? Only God knows where he read that one from....

He said. Yuto was contemptative. "Of course, I do. Thousands of years may have passed but I never forget." "That's rich. You already forgot your own name." Kurai scoffed. Yuto was counting the beads in his hand. "hmph"