Makarov Quote Novels & Stories

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?

Are all the weapons stored there? Thirty minutes passed. Malik finally returned with two long-barreled weapons, which Arsenio wanted. "This is the weapon you want. The latest RV 7000 and GM 1000S." Malik put the weapon on the table. Arsenio widened his eyes and nodded slowly then. "Can I touch it?" "Please!" After getting permission, Arsenio touched the two weapons. He stroked it gently, treating the two solid objects like babies. "This is extraordinary. Dad will definitely like it," muttered Arsenio in amazement.

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.”

“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 the conviction is gone. "I don't lie about dead sons," I say. "Marco bragged about it. He called it 'clipping the wings of the northern hawk.' He laughed about how the Porsche burned." I feel Ciro move beside me. He shifts his weight, the leather of his boots creaking softly. He is watching me. His dark eyes are locked on my profile, dilated and intense. He isn't looking at me with concern anymore. He is looking at me with a terrifying, hungry devotion.

“What?” she asked softly. He shook his head. “You sound like your mother when you tell people what the right thing is and then make it easy to do it.” The comment landed and stayed. Marco slid the last toast onto her plate. “Stop getting profound,” he told Vince. “It makes me look shallow.” “You are shallow,” Vince said. “Only about sports and marinara,” Marco replied. “And possibly candles. Tall ones are pretentious.” “Blasphemy,” Sasha said. “Tall candles or death.”

“You’re dismissed.” He doesn’t move. “You remember what he said to me once,” Mikhail adds quietly. “Before the accident.” I close my eyes. “‘If I lose her,’” he quotes, “‘I lose myself.’” I open my eyes, fury burning. “You’re done.” “And yet,” Mikhail says, softer now, “he lost his memory, and still walked straight to her.” Silence. “That should terrify you,” he finishes. I straighten. “You mistake my resolve for fear.”

How could any human make their cruel deeds into trophies if they were not cold-blooded psychopaths. "I don't know, but, for the size of being able to blow up a plane to kill dozens of people isn't that a big deal and far more than enough to be listed in his life achievements?" added Marcus. Kairav was still silent for a few seconds, according to him this still could not be used as direct evidence, let alone used as a guide. This was just a kind of hunch Marcus had. Kairav needed something tangible to report Arez to the police.

"I'm just... commenting," he was sarcastic in his response. "We are the same, Volkov, we did the same thing. If I decide to destroy you, the same happens to me. And guess what? The opposite is also true," Aaron felt that all the shots of tequila he had drunk weren't enough, so he decided to fill his glass once more. The bottle was already halfway gone when he placed it back on the table. Granger didn't even feel the burn of the drink going down his throat.

“You might want to think twice before doing anything stupid.” He scoffed, a dry, humorless sound. His hand twitched near his side, hovering too close to the gun strapped there. “I mean it!” I barked, raising my voice. “You even so much as look at that gun, and you’ll die here, right now. No last words. No bargaining. Just done.” Danzo froze for a heartbeat, his hand still dangerously close to his weapon. “You don’t have it in you, Marco,” he sneered. “You think you’re the tough one, don’t you? You think you’re the hero in all of this?”