Icarly Quotes Novels & Stories

"Carly, I would rather have died than hurt you. I tried to stay away. I made excuses, I cancelled plans, I…" "You should have left!" Carly screamed. "You should have gotten back in your stupid truck and driven back to college and never come back! That's what a real friend would have done!" "I know," Anna whispered. "I know. I'm so sorry." "Sorry?" Carly laughed, wild and broken. "You're sorry? You're sorry?" She turned in a circle, her hands in her hair, looking like she might tear it out. "I hope you both choke on it. I hope whatever this is… this 'can't fight it' bullshit… I hope it ruins you. I hope you look back on this summer and realize you destroyed the best thing in your life for som

He grinned, declaring, “I love you so much that if love were fire, we’d be personally responsible for global warming.” Charlie’s eyes lit up. “Ah, I love that one.” Taylor smirked, getting into it. “I love you so much that if I had a dollar for every time I thought about you, Elon Musk would be asking me for a loan.” Charlie was laughing so hard that her stomach ached. Then, as her giggles died down, she looked at Taylor with pure affection. She suggested, “Taylor, you know what I love about you the most? You make me smile.”

He grinned, declaring, “I love you so much that if love were fire, we’d be personally responsible for global warming.” Charlie’s eyes lit up. “Ah, I love that one.” Taylor smirked, getting into it. “I love you so much that if I had a dollar for every time I thought about you, Elon Musk would be asking me for a loan.” Charlie was laughing so hard that her stomach ached. Then, as her giggles died down, she looked at Taylor with pure affection. She suggested, “Taylor, you know what I love about you the most? You make me smile.”

“Since the investigation thing.” “Worse how?” “I don't know,” he says. “There has been a few backhanded comments. ‘Carter’s always been reckless.’ ‘Carter doesn’t understand optics.’ ‘Carter thinks he’s smarter than institutions.’” “He keeps saying you’re embarrassing the family,” Liam added I almost smile. “He’s said that since I was twelve.” “Yeah,” Liam muttered. “Well, now it’s louder.” Silence settled between us. “Look, I don't like you that much, but I know you're not exactly am embarrassment and besides he’s enjoying this too much,” Liam said finally. “Like we’re all really concerned for you Carter, what if this goes wrong and it ruins everything you have?”

"Oh nice, wait for you what!!" "Relax Johnny, he doesn't even believe me, like they say the truth is always hardest to believe" "Wow why haven't I heard such a quote," he asked with a bit of sarcasm in his voice "Because you're an Idiot" "Would this Idoit figure out a way for you and Frankie to be friends again" "Really, how?!" "Am not going to tell you so easily" "Please", " nope, you called me an idiot"

Carter leaned against my side of the window, his hands gripping the frame, his chin resting lazily atop. "Why isn’t chocolate an option?" I asked, already smiling — something he’d somehow managed to pull out of me. With his stupid jokes, stories about pissing on people, stealing his mom’s friend’s clothes while she had a steamy session on the balcony — all of it ridiculous, borderline insane, and yet...he'd already made the heaviness in my chest just a bit lighter. For that, I’d always be thankful to him. Always. "Because you don’t strike me as a chocolate girl," he replied smoothly. "You give me major strawberry vibes."

“Mama, I miss you so much.” “Aww, baby. Don’t cry.” “Yeah, don’t cry, please. No one wants that today,” Carolanne adds with a laugh. “Really, this is good news. Don’t act like we’re announcing a death.” “That’s not even a little bit funny, asshole!” I half laugh, half cry out. “Ophelia, I’m not going back to college.”

We left the room, each lost in our own thoughts. When Max turned left and disappeared, Icarus and I went toward the back of the house. I let the silence last only a few seconds before teasing him with irony: "If you really want to win my father over, you should stop acting like a spoiled brat with a touch of sociopath." He laughed quietly, that raspy, carefree laugh. "You think I’m spoiled?" "No. You’re a gift from the gods." "You’re so lucky to have me, dear," he replied, winking.

Comfortable. We talked about nothing important—random childhood memories, embarrassing moments, favorite foods. He told me about a time he tried cooking pasta in college and somehow burned water. I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my drink. “See?” I said, pointing at him. “The mighty CEO. Defeated by boiling water.” “I was betrayed by the pot,” he replied seriously, making me laugh even harder. When we were done, Alaric leaned back in his chair, studying me. “So,” he said, “what do you want to do now?”

"I don't know. Maybe I'm overthinking, or maybe Aaron is a good actor." "Now com one! Stop thinking about Scarlett because I'm having a hard time controlling my anger, and trust me! I don't want to regret later speaking something that I shouldn't have. So, please." "Oh! You are getting mad. It means you are hungry. Don't worry, and I have something." "No. I don't want to eat pickles or whipped cream with nachos. I want to eat ice cream." "Ice cream?" "Yeah! Is there any problem with that?"