Makarov Quote Novels & Stories

It should have been time for him to retire, but for some reason he was still devoted to teaching. What makes him uniquely, Mr. Marco is a nationalist. That is why often he preaches about everything related to his beloved homeland, whatever it may be. Until the student memorizes the words that Mr. Marco often said. One of them is like this. “How can this nation move forward if the successor of the nation is like you all?" And at the end of the sentence will end with the word, "dissident brat!!”

“Why?” I slipped my ring back onto my finger, tightening it like armor. “Because he’s more useful alive,” I said. “People talk when they think they’re being spared. They think they’ve got a chance.” Marco scoffed. “That’s risky.” “I’m not in the mood for lectures, Marco.” “I’m not lecturing. I’m watching.” “Good. Then keep watching,” I said coolly, handing him the gun. “Clean it. Lock it up.”

"But I'm interested in how your seven years had been without me, considering I used to be the only thing in your life that could make you smile." "Highly debatable. Ryan Reynolds makes me smile." "Gay," Marcos said in a sing song voice, causing Paris' face to twist into a grimace before he chuckled, saying, "I'm serious, Don. How was your first kill? Who was he? Why did you kill him?"

Then, he spits, “I’ll let him know that you prefer to stay here with your Russian cock.” Igor steps forward. I don’t see him until it’s too late. He throws a punch at Marco’s jaw, which sends him flying. The chair topples over and he hits his head. Thankfully, I don’t hear a crack. I glare at Igor before scrambling toward Marco. He’s bleeding anew. Once I touch him, he yells at me. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me!” “You will show respect when you speak to a Makárov,” Igor says in a low voice. “Be mindful of the next words you utter or you’ll lose your tongue.”

Leo started arrogantly. “That your guys don’t want you anymore? Yes, I have… I am sorry; do you need a shoulder to cry on? Well, I don’t have one,” Marco teased. Funny how he could have fun with someone who wouldn’t hesitate to use the gun on him if he got too irritating.

I mean he shot at me, but I knew it could've easily been me. "Quiet" He warns. "One more word about the Russian bastard and I will kill you. I love you Ava and I truly hope that we can work past this but if you mention that Russian bastard's name one more time, I will fucking blow your brains out. do I make myself clear?" I open my mouth, close it, then nod. He lowers his gun then turns to my ex father. "You, can go. I'm through with you." Marcus nods, "It was a pleasure doing business with you." He closes the briefcase and starts towards the exit.

“We chose you because you’re capable of ruling Russia. You make the whole country tremble at the sound of your name. Everyone who knows you knows to fear your wrath. Can your brother do that?” The answer is no and everyone in the room knew that. Mikhail may have been swift with his gun but I didn’t need such a weapon to kill people. I didn’t need any weapon of any kind. If I was attacked, and I was vulnerable, I would be able to kill many men in one go without needing any help.

“Why don’t you both get inside?” “Mrs. Winston, this is our job. Don’t worry, we can take care of ourselves,” Homer reminded her. Maverick shifted her gaze at the three tall, huge men behind her father. “Don’t let him die.” They nodded at her. Marco came to us and gave her a small handgun, a Glock 22, perfect for her. He explained and gave a brief demonstration. “Cute and deadly.” She checked it out on her palm. “Always point down. It’s loaded, signora.”

“And I swore to put a bullet in his skull next time I see him.” That earned the faintest smile from him, but there was clearly a sign of respect. "You are either very brave," he said, "or very foolish." "I haven't decided yet," I replied. He stood up then, signaling that the conversation had end. "Good,” he said. “Then decide which it is. And when you come back to me, come back certain." I stood up too and said, "I will." As I turned to leave, he spoke one last time and said, "Do not chase ghosts, Sofia. Marco and Adrian are the past. And ghosts cannot help you to survive."

“I haven’t done anything wrong.” Marco tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle missing a few pieces. “That’s the thing,” he murmured. “Everyone says that. Right before I put a bullet in their skull.” He arched brow. “So, last chance, start talking. What are you really doing here?”