Makarov Quote Novels & Stories

Makoto’s tone was cold and distant. He caressed the longsword in front of him with his right hand. “This time, no matter how powerful the people standing behind him may be—no matter who he is and what he’s capable of, we’ll make sure that he gives us a fair statement! Harvey must die! The Takei family and the Shinkage Way will not let a hero spill his blood in vain!” Naturally, in Makoto’s eyes, Naoto was a hero.

Quin responded, raising yet another eyebrow. "The football captain who believes that every attractive girl came to watch him," Mara added. "I do not believe so," he retorted. He looked directly into Quin’s eyes. "I know that at least this one did." Quin could not help herself but laugh. "A rather bold statement." "I make bold statements." "And are they correct, usually?" she asked. "They lead to results." "What results?" "I get a phone number." Mara burst into laughter. "He does not waste time."

Neither of them spoke. Because I wasn't finished. "You know what?" I laughed. A little hysterically. "I genuinely hope every single mafia man wakes up tomorrow with erectile dysfunction!" Silence. "I hope your bloodlines end with you!" Marco made a strange choking sound. "I hope women collectively unionise and leave all of you to die alone!" Marco looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh. “Does the word unionise exist?” I pointed at him. "You too, Apple Boy!" "...Apple Boy?"

“You think that stops him?” “I think it makes him aim at me,” I said. That was not a prideful sentence. It was an admission of exactly how much I thought I was worth. Marco’s fingers touched the gun handle like a lover, not a threat. “Very well,” he said. “We will play theater.”

Luciano’s jaw clenched, the muscles ticking. “You know one bullet from me ends you right now, Marco. Don't test me.” “And what then?” Marco taunted, a venomous smirk spreading across his face as his men shifted their weight, ready to pull their triggers. “My men will turn you and your boy into Swiss cheese before your shell casing even hits the floor.”

The learning curve there is more mental than physical. And still Alden backed down. Ms. Beast preens inside me, and it's hard not to give her the strut walk she's aiming for. Another time. I turn back to the weapons and pull Bertha down again and lift her strap over my shoulder. Next, I take two Makarovs off the lower shelf and secure them to my belt. King's been teaching me about Russian weapons which is what Cuba had to offer when the Shadow Warriors arrived. While the AK is a better friend, I've become capable both right and left-handed with the Makarovs.

"I'm not afraid of you or your snide comments." Marcus raised an eyebrow, his expression impressed. "Oh, I like your spirit," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But we'll see how long that lasts.”

said Marat as he coughed through his teeth, all stained with his own blood. “It‘s a stupid try, but I respect you for your courage,” Martin replied and fired another shot. This time the bullet hit Marat’s leg and he fell to the ground screaming in pain. “I have explosives, so you‘d better open the door without making any noise and save your stinking life,” the cold-blooded killer suggested.

"Look at the wording. 'Volkov's people are good.' That's Axel acknowledging he owes them. Admitting the Bratva kept their word. He wouldn't say that unless it was true." "You sure about that?" Marco asked. "I know him," I said. "That's his voice. His words. It's him." Marco didn't look convinced but nodded anyway. "Okay. If you say so." "I do," I replied. I typed back: I love you too. See you tomorrow. Stay alive until then. That's an order. Three dots appeared immediately. Then: Yes ma'am. A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything. He was okay.

Marco said, causing the shots to cease. "You only brought two incompetent friends who can't shoot. If I wanted, all my men could finish you off right now. So you better hold onto your bullets, as they will never get to me. Face me directly if you dare," Marco said, making someone curse from above. "It's too early for us to face each other. I can offer you anything right now," Jacob said, his voice echoing from the darkened rooftop, slightly illuminated by the sunlight.