Kefka Palazzo Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Sounds like the Andes. The ruins of Machu Picchu, high up in the Peruvian mountains.” “See, Raffaele? I just did you a favor. You owe me now,” Kaifeng Lei said with a dark laugh, already turning on his heel. He reached for the door, then paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “You may continue with… whatever that was. And Valentina—enjoy his stamina.” He winked. “If you ever get bored, you know where to find me.” Before the door could fully close, Raffaele grabbed the nearest glass of juice and hurled it toward the frame.

I walked towards the balcony from where the voices were coming from. "𝐷𝑜𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑒." Another voice, one I couldn't recognize talked. (We should just throw this idiot out of the balcony) "Shut up and quit speaking In Italian. When do you ever learn Nike?" This was Enzo's voice.

“No one here speaks Italian, so I think it's rude of you to do so without translating." Manny closes his eyes and inhales an enormous breath. He's clutching the silverware so tightly in his fists his knuckles are white. He exhales, but his pupils are still filled with rage, even though his face appears to be more relaxed. “Why do you like Kevah?" “What the hell kind of question is that?" Kevah shoots off. “I meant no disrespect, Principessa, but I was talking to butter palms over there." “How dare you, you've been making fun of me all night," Trevor seethe.

SORAYA “Wow! I pulled a lot of strings to get that Italian chef flown in and you’re just going to spit it right back in my face huh?” Damn! He got me Italian food?! What a dreadful waste. “I’m not spitting anything in your face. I just said I’m not in the mood, surely you can understand that right?” “Oh I understand quite alright. I understand perfectly that you’re just a cocktease! Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

she asked curiously. Kelvin grinned mischievously. "I know this great Italian place called Bella's Trattoria. Their food is amazing," he replied, his voice filled with enthusiasm. Julia's eyes lit up in delight. "Sounds perfect! Let's order from Bella's Trattoria then," she agreed wholeheartedly, eagerly anticipating the delicious meal to come. With the order successfully placed, Kelvin turned to Julia with a playful smile. " We have to wait for some time before the meal arrives"

"I hope you don't mind." "It's a pleasure, Mrs. De Herrera. No one appreciated it like you do." "Well, you know... I'm really a pizza lover and yours is the best so far." "Hm... I thought Archi’s bluffing when he said his wife is a pizza addict…” she stopped midway as if she spit an offensive word. “Uhm... addicted in a good way." then she chuckled. “Cheska.” There was something in Rome’s tone I couldn’t quite place. A warning?

The woman turned a bright shade of red as she sputtered with rage at the insult. Keshaun looked to Kara, “you really want to move back to New York and be friends with assholes like this? No thanks. I’m good.” He turned to her, “Famke, Precious asked if we could put marshmallows instead of whipped cream on her hot chocolate. Royal is taking her to the bathroom to wash her hands and they’ll be right out. You can set their drinks in the corner booth when they’re ready.” “Okay,” she was fighting a huge grin on her face from the way he’d told Ambrosia off. What kind of name was Ambrosia anyway?

Roman lounges on the sofa, stuffing his mouth with Pringles while Kael sits in the opposite chair glaring daggers at him. "I have no idea how my home turned into a recuperating center." Carla says, walking in with a mug of coffee on her hands. "Well, I'm not sick. I don't know about him." Kael retorts, his annoyed gaze still pinned on Roman. If looks could kill, Roman Russo would be dead by now.

“We will need to move fast. Enzo might come out and use him as bait now. Enzo wants me, but Marek was to ensure that I cooperated.” “K chertu eto. K chertu vse eto.” [Fuck this. Fuck it all.] Kamilia cursed from the front. I relaxed into Keenan. “H-how long…has it been?” Really, I didn’t know if I wanted the answer to my question.

Aunt Gina ask with a raised brow. "Cazzo" he says, Eros and Nico chuckled amongst themselves. And I hide a shy smile. Being a year and some months with Fabrico and his family, might just have thought me some few italian words. And this Cazzo word, Fabrico had said it many times. It means fucking.