Makarov Quote Novels & Stories

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.

While Gavin took Machine Guns such as bren machine gun,hotchkiss machine gun and MG42 Mag machine gun. Just like Cardo also picked the outstanding Schwarzlose machine gun, an AK-47 and tanto point a dagger class. Kulas took the assault rifle, a 6-inch stainless steel blade Ontario MK-3 Navy Knife and ammunition. "Woahh khez babes you look beautiful and at the same time you're scary"He's laughing at me after he said it to me afterwards he place it carefully. "so I won't bother you anymore"he added and turn to our busy companion.

His eyes softened and he slowly reached for my shoulders, like he was trying to give me time to process the movement so I wouldn't flinch. He turned me around and I kept my eyes on his chest. "I'm a good shot," his attempt at a joke irritated me. "That's the thing. You never really know with guns," I mustered the strength to look up at him. “If I had made one wrong turn, that bullet could’ve gone through my head. I’d be dead, Mikhail.” He had the nerve to look affronted. “That wouldn’t matter, would it? I’m a monster. I kill for fun. I’m evil, remember? You said that yourself,” he said coldly. The guilt vanished.

Arkady laid his gun against the back of Mikhail's head. Mikhail's glare ratcheted even higher. I hadn't known a face could ooze that much malice and hatred. I gave him a little finger wave. "Run back to your masters, Mikhail. Give them an extra leg hump for me, yeah? Dogs do that in Russia, too, right?" Svetlana let out a little buzzing sound. Arkady rolled his eyes at me over Mikhail's shoulder. He lifted his hand, rammed the butt of the gun against Mikhail's head.

Personality first party. Moe patted me gently on the back as he spoke to Archer, "Right, Piranha?" “What?" I asked snapping back to their attention. Moe gave me a questioning yet worried look as Nadia walked up to us with a polite smile. Excusing myself, I went to the bar and contented myself with the finger food and wine. Lots and lots of wine. "Kills it doesn't it?" A man said from beside me, wearing a partial mask, “Marc always used to say, pain makes life beautiful because it's a way of making us stronger for tomorrow. But a temporary relief is only for a coward."

I declared dramatically, lifting the mug in triumph, “is the greatest creation of any realm. It is warm. It is sweet. It is alive. I will marry whoever invented it.” Marek choked so hard he coughed. The head cook slapped a hand over her mouth to smother her laughter. I blinked. “What. Did I say something wrong.” “No,” Marek rasped. “You… you just cannot say things like that.” “Like what.” “That you will marry someone.” “I said I would marry the inventor of hot chocolate. That is clearly a joke.” “Still,” he muttered under his breath. “Do not say it.” “You are behaving very oddly,” I said, sipping more hot chocolate. “Perhaps you should drink some of this too. It might fix your personality.”

Its sleek design and deadly capabilities made it a force to be reckoned with, and I couldn't help but feel its strength as I held it in my grasp. "This baby is Russian," Max said as if reading my thoughts. I smiled at that. The Kalashnikov had a timeless quality, representing dominance and might. I trusted it implicitly, knowing it would serve me well in any circumstance. "She's beautiful," I said, admiring the sleek design. "As she's deadly." I was instantly reminded of a familiar face that fits perfectly with that description. Beautiful, but deadly... A moment later, Stefano and Alessio arrived and began to inspect each of the handguns. As for my personal preference, I tended to gravitate

"This is good. Passion makes men motivated. Makes them willing to do things they would otherwise refuse." Before I could respond, Marco grabbed my arm, his eyes urgent. "I need to tell you a story, Axel," Volkov continued, as if he'd heard Marco's suggestion. "About a man named Sergei Kuznetsov. Do you remember him?" My jaw clenched. "I remember." "Good," Volkov said. "Then you remember how well you completed that job. How thoroughly you followed our instructions. How Sergei's wife and daughter learned what happens to traitors."

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.

My laughter follows his footsteps as he retreats and I am reminded of Machiavelli once again quoting me “If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared’ Well Damian will you need to fear my vengeance?