Jack Sparrow Best Lines Novels & Stories

Jasper Jasper watched the knave slide into the lime-green Spyder, his fingers pressed to the dreamy smile that curved his lips. It had been… incredible. Just incredible. The things the knave had done to him, and that he had reciprocated… “Oh fuck,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back at the memory.

She retorted. “With clearer heads and clearer minds, victory is assured.” Jasper silently mumbled to himself. It was a quote he learned when he was younger. “ For reasons best known to me.” He replied. “Be rest assured that I'll not use the information maliciously.” “So I should take your word for it? What's in it for me?” Jane asked. She felt like she had all the power. “I'm guessing that you aren't a loyal person.” Jasper replied with a shake of his head. “ Your friendship with my mother isn't enough incentive to trust me?” Jasper asked with an eye roll.

"I remember everything. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have almost died in the sea. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have almost died on that deserted island. For me, my greatest hope is that you could finally live your life in peace..." "Do you wish for me to live like a walking corpse?" Jasper raised his voice and interrupted her words. His eyes were bloodshot, "Do you think that I'm willing to live this life without you?" Stella fixed her eyes on Jasper and the tears that she had suppressed flowed out once again.

Sam screamed on reaching the end of the hall. Jasper became suspicious as he heard her call him 'Lord' but he shoved it off. He was hell-bent on killing anyone that would stop his mission from getting accomplished and he would start from this figure here. "Give the key back to me and I will spare your life." Lord Ray finally spoke a word. He put out his hand and opened his palms. Jasper's eyes widened in shock as he recognized whose voice it was. In order to clear his curiosity, Lord Ray took off the cap from his head and their eyes met.

"Indeed, I am. Is there a problem with that?" Jasper's nonchalant reply nearly gave Javier and Sophia heart attacks. Sophia stared resentfully at Jasper's indifferent look as she lurked behind Javier like a ghost. Her eyes held an ominous quality as if she were bestowing an evil curse upon Jasper. Javier shook in rage as he growled, "Jasper Beckett, have you forgotten your roots?" Jasper snickered. "Thanks for reminding me over and over again that I'm your son. Otherwise, I might have forgotten."

One that said: now. Marcel laughed again, wild and bitter. “What, no speech?” he said. “No wise-ass one-liner before I blow your fucking head off?” He was mocking me. Trying to draw out the moment like a kid toying with a bug before stepping on it. He tilted his head, tapping the gun against Sarah’s temple. “Come on, Marco. One last line. Something poetic.” I smiled. Just a little. “I love her,” I said. His grin faltered. “That it?”

He began to shout, "Mr. Ward, save me! You arranged this; you can't abandon me!" Matias snapped back to reality and furiously retorted, "Who are you? Why are you slandering me? Do I know you?" "I'm Jasper from the Neuf Chrys Club. You said that as long as—" Jasper stopped mid-sentence, realizing he had said too much. After a moment of composure, he apologized to everyone. "I'm sorry for causing trouble." Then, Jasper's facial muscles tensed as if he tried to do something, but someone grabbed his jaw.

Before I could introduce them, Jasper smiled at me and in a calm voice, he whispered some words that only me could hear. “You deserve better than Lucas.”