Homura Quotes Novels & Stories

Two women dressed in strength, wearing their wounds like silk. Nioma steps forward. Her voice softens, but the venom lingers beneath. “I was the one who helped you. I got you out of PhantomMoon, Lumina. You told me you wanted to be free. I put my neck on the line.” “I was confused. I thought I could forget him,” Lumina admits, still not blinking. Her arms cross over her chest, and it looks like armor. “But he haunts me in every thought. His scent doesn’t leave my lungs. His voice doesn’t leave my mind.”

56: Hiro - Enough Hiro “Try smoking hot,” Haru’s comment along with him all but cornering Ayame at the sink make me eat my words from last generation. ‘He may be horndog, but he’d never cross a line, Cub.’ The thought echoes with the urge to throw the mutt through a wall when it’s clear he’s about to kiss Aya. Aya’s intrepid gaze darts between us nervously, and it’s only the presence of Sokin that stops the Haru from hitting his intended target.

My mood was pretty mellow. Until I saw them. Sora and Veronica. Unfortunately, they were right on the path and I couldn’t ignore them. “Oh, look,” Sora drawled when she spotted me “ What are you doing in a…university?” I didn’t answer but her eyes happened to spot my exam pass. “ Isn’t this adorable? The little Omega thinks she can get into Golden League university.” Veronica’s lips curved in disdain. “Really, Rue, you’ve always been ambitious. But Golden League University? Aren't you punching above your own weight class?”

Nessuno è ancora nato che possa distruggerci (No one has yet been born who can destroy us )," Imogen coldly spluttered. "Quindi ora anche tu osi minacciare di ucciderci ( So now even you dare to threaten to kill us )," Orion's deep voice remarked "Ohhh .. Maestro Orion ... Questo mi ricorda, penso di avere un'altra cosa da aggiungere ... Credo che tu abbia preso qualcosa che mi appartiene. Lo splendore della mia casa di puttana ... Veronica ( Ohhh..Master Orion...That reminds me, I think I have another thing to add... I believe you took something that belongs to me. The splendor of my whore house...Veronica ),"

I spoke. When his stare felt too intense for me, I went back to looking at my half-eaten food. “What’s your favourite quote?” I smirked at that one, “Kill first, die last.”

He still looks surprised that Kai is still talking to him before he says softly "Megumi is sort of cute—" Then he pauses, as if that's not the right word to use, because it's not, but Kai doesn't seem to mind as he says "Pfft, I'm more into Nobara. You seen what she does with a hammer?" Caramel makes a face "That's sort of disgusting. I s-saw what she did to her hand" "That's the exact reason!" He says "She's super cool because she can practically brave all odds. Do you know anyone who could actually do that to themselves?"

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

"You think we don't have anyone but you, stupid," Hana smiled confidently and replied, "If that's the case, I don't think we should spend much time here. Anyway, if those exotic people die, I'll find another one. I've never left a weakness for others to take advantage of. That right, Mr. Namio Rankle?"

She looks up from her phone, which I’d now in her hands. “You're beautiful. Don't let anybody tell you differently.” She smiles. “And you're an amazing seamstress. Don't let anyone change your mind.” My face pulls into a grin. “Thank you.” … Words/phrases and their meanings: * orobo — often a derogatory remark for a fat person. * I suppose become motivational speaker o — I’m supposed to be a motivational speaker. *Na so — Yeah, right.

He murmured softly enough that only he could hear. "Now..." "...show me the truth." The procession vanished into the darkness. Only the sound of marching boots remained. * Far beyond the hunters, high atop a rocky cliff overlooking the forest... Homura stood silently. The wind tugged at her crimson hair as she watched the endless line of torchlight weaving through the trees below. Her amber eyes no longer held their usual playful spark. Only grief and rage. Around her, blue foxfire slowly ignited, dancing across the rocks like ghostly flames.