Novel & Cerita Ko Quotes

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin

Placebo scoffed, while coughing out blood. “Actually....you are wrong about Kate, Placebo. She is not a stupid teenager; She a mafia princess. But on top of all that...she is a queen...MY QUEEN...” Quisito’s last words were filled with so many emotions that his voice cracked under its weight. Placebo didn’t even get time to process what he meant with the statement, because the next second, Quisito emptied the fuming alcohol on Placebo’s fresh cut body. Earsplitting wails rose again, as the liquid burned every inch of his skin like boiling lava.

I watched as she took out a couple of popcorn from the kitchen cabinet and I was about to lend her a hand when I noticed a note pinned against their refrigerator. I frowned and read it loudly, "An advice for my Quinn today: Don't forget the dirty talks you tolerantly trained for a year from the mythological Sexopedia we discovered thousands of years ago under my bed. Love lots, K.S.?" I turned to Quinn confused and I found her gaping at the note with a shocked expression on her face. "Who's K.S.?" I asked, trying not to think of the horrible idea of this person was talking about on the note. My Quinn? Sexopedia? Dirty talks? It seemed like this person was making a sexual point.