Kill Your Darlings Quotes Novels & Stories

But he couldn't; his male ego had been crushed. As expected, a big-time Cassanova and a playboy being questioned regarding their sexual capability is an insult to them. However, referring to him as a 'pencil' felt like a great infamy. It was a taboo, and Darls just struck it with just two sentences. "Who do you think you are to decide that?" Mike yells. Darling threw his head back in amusement. He found Mike's words hysterical. "Who am I?" Darl asks mockingly.

“He is perfect. From head to toe. He took care of the love of my life. Without him, Shadow wouldn’t be here.” “It’d be a lie if I say I didn’t miss him and he was/still is my survival advisor. Even after his death, his words kept on reminding me that life must go on. He said, ‘shit will kill us because shit is everywhere.' Which, I agreed. Life is shit and shit is dirt that keeps us from marching forward. However, a rainbow is for someone who survived all of it.” Vampire, Zombie and Malikul’s jaws dropped upon hearing the analogy.

“ It’s either you kill, or you’ll be killed. “ Hearing such blinding invitation, Dye couldn’t avoid to laugh. But it’s more like a laugher of a dangerous person who’s a bad guy type. He had never felt this feeling for quite a long time know.

Hell NO! "I'm not kidding you, Daddy!" He groaned. I kicked his ass hard because of too much stress and frustration. It should be my free day today yet his stupidity---Satan, keep my sanity on me. I MIGHT KILL THIS BASTARD RIGHT NOW! "I already told you. Girls are girls. If only you didn't believe her venomous bait, this won't happen to you. Girls does not have one word. They just talk and talk and talk, but they didn't mean it at all. Rampage, we are ASSASSINS. We KILL. We SLAUGHTER. And mark this in your nut-sized brain,"

“That doesn’t make any sense. You said my blood wasn’t that special.” “No, you said your blood wasn’t that special. Don’t try to quote me when you’re wrong.” I looked at him levelly until he broke and glanced down. And now I had to look at his delicate fanned-out eyelashes instead of his beautiful eyes, and I still had him pressed up against my body from chest to knees, and I wasn’t going to be able to keep it together much longer. “I’m a killer. I’m not ashamed of it and I don’t usually care that much. But that doesn’t mean…” I still hadn’t answered his question. We both knew it, even though he’d misquoted me. “There’s you and there’s everyone else,” I finally said. “That’s all there is to

My mom squeezing my arms tightly almost as a warning. I need to shut up. I panic when I realize that he is trying to take the papers away, “Sorry sorry sorry.” I chant and look at him, pleading. “You know how in a lot of horror and thriller movies, the smartass gets killed off first?” “Are you going to kill me?” my eyes widen as I stare at his hauntingly alluring eyes. “No I am not a killer.” “Again….you just killed a person.” For fuck’s sake, Zara, please shut up.

“I’ve lived through my parent discarding me and trying to kill me, don’t think any act of kindness from you will change my heart,” “I hate everyone of you,” “So you can go ahead and kill me, now that you have me weak and without any strength, my life is useless anyway. What’s the essence of my living when I’m different and unwanted and very toxic,” he muttered. I exhaled deeply and shook my head slowly. “I’m definitely not going to kill you, I have more useful things to use you for,” TWELVE DAYS TO THE ANNIVERSARY SCARLETT “You don’t want to talk to me?”

Not after everything that happened two years ago. Before I could stop it, the words from that night flashed in my mind. “You know, I once read a quote in a book that said, ‘Weakness is a disease. If you don’t treat it, if you don’t cut it out of your life, it will consume you whole. And in the end, you’ll be the only one who suffers.’ So, Mr. Stranger, do you know what I think? Even if you die here— even if you jump, you’re the only one who will truly be gone. Everyone else will eventually move on with their lives. That’s how the world works. It’s cruel to the victims, even after death. So why don’t you live and prove everyone wrong? You said you were weak so why don't you live and become po

𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪 𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚. – 𝘿𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙠 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮, 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 (𝙎𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩, #6)

“DUFFER” “SO WHAT D’ YA SAY, GUYS ?” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “LOUDER !! THEY CAN’T HEAR YA !!!!!” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !”