Jack Sparrow Best Lines Novels & Stories

I was studying him the whole time. The waitress came over to take our order and her face paled for some reason. “Would you like a drink?” She finally offered. Why did she look so familiar? “I’ll have a bottle of chilled water,” I said while Spider ordered tequila which he downed in rapid succession. I grabbed his hand and nudged the tote glass out of his hands. “What’s going on with you?” “I’m betraying The Viper.” He said it like it was a synonym for dying.

It was f-king Sparrow, Rhett saw, the man’s f-ked up scars evident due to the short military cut of his hair. “A young one,” Sparrow said to the men with him. “Healthy and young.” His eyes scanned over the gym and caught on Cameron’s bright hair. “That one,” he pointed straight at Rhett’s mate. “He looks good for starters.” “F-k,” Jules said under his breath, grabbing Cameron by the wrist and pulling him slightly behind him as the Van Helsings crossed to stand before them. “He’s a good boy,” Jules said to Sparrow, his voice hoarse. “Take me instead.”

I didn’t bother to swim or fight for this worthless life of mine. I let myself sink into the darkness, hoping that it’ll ease the pain that’s trying to kill me little by little. Running out of oxygen, I saw once more Achilles and our baby’s faces before I slowly closed my eyes. Sorry if I can't fight this time. *** “What the f*ck do you think you are doing Jada!?” Martini exclaimed. I threw him a lazy gaze. “Did I ask you to save me huh!?” I slowly walk towards him.

Sam began humming As Time Goes By. “Sam, you're not Humphrey Bogart. And this is Hell, not Casablanca.” But I'm the hard-boiled antihero. Sam Spade, at your service. You're the office wench- “I'll be your wench!” I flipped his stupid chair. The Reaper roared as he tumbled into the water. My margarita, you louse! The birds landed on the inflatable, cheeping in irritation. The pile of bones sunk regretfully.

“Let me bathe you, hon. You might strain your belly if you bend over.” My husband said seductively, kissing my shoulder and caressing my thigh. “I know your tricks, Mr. Jasper Smith. You don’t want me to bend over—but almost every night you make me bend for you. Don’t give me that!” I snapped playfully. The rascal laughed, clearly caught red-handed with what was on his mind. “Yeah, yeah! Just once.” I knew it! That’s his favorite line, after all!

“Welcome to revolution. Everyone’s miscast.” Another wave rolled out from the pillar, harder than the last. Tiles shifted in a stuttering lurch; we nearly lost our footing. “We’re already dead once,” Jax said, bracing a hand on a broken console shard that had bobbed up beside us. “Might as well make it count.” He looked at me. “You’re the only one who can hit it on that level,” he said. “I can smack drones and hack side panels, but I can’t talk to its spine. If we get one good shot at making it choke on its own input, I’m voting we take it.”

He gestured with his hands, indicating that he could write instead. Sebastian lowered his hand and pushed him away. "You'd better not pull any tricks!" He handed Jasper a pen and paper. Jasper began to write quickly and showed him the first sentence: **"I have a listening device inside me. I can't speak, I can only write."** Sebastian was more suspicious now. A listening device in his body? Let’s see what else he tries to make up. Sebastian gestured for him to continue: **"Sebastian, if you truly don't fear death, I can tell you everything."**

“She *built* them!” Vesper whispered, “Let me go, Jack.” “I can’t.” “Then they’ll shoot you too.” He stared into her eyes—chaotic, cracked, but *alive*. “I’m not letting you die a villain.” Laser dots danced across his back. Sweat slicked his palms. The standoff stretched, seconds long and centuries deep. Then… Vesper whispered, “I’m sorry I picked you.” Jack whispered back, “I’m not.”

Sam raised his brow again, his eyes twinkling with cunning. As Jasper was still staring fixedly and pensively at Renee, Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Once I help you, we three can get together and live happily ever after. Deal—oof!" Jasper's elbow had struck him viciously in the chest as he finished, leaving his face contorting and his teeth gritted in pain. "Shit, I'm just trying to help, but you're trying to kill me!" "Your life is worth less than your brains," Jasper replied, puffing out a mouthful of smoke at his face. "And when you're dead, I'll have your brain removed for research purposes. That would definitely still make it valuable."

Jasper revealed, staring at my lips with a distracted look in his eyes. “Who said you had to be in control?” I retorted, feeling excitement course through my veins at the lip caught between his teeth. “I’m no good for you, Sophia.” Jasper’s voice grew hoarse. “How can the best thing for me be no good?” I shook my head, not accepting his bogus claim. Instead of warranting me with an answer, Jasper tugged me closer and buried his nose in my neck, drawing a gasp from me. “You smell so fucking delectable.” He murmured against my skin and my knees felt weak, if it wasn’t for the firm hold Jasper had on my waist I would surely have been a puddle on the floor.