Makarov Quote Novels & Stories

"We also incorporate it into our arrow tips and bullets." Ark looked at his nephew with a smile of approval. The young Cossack couldn't contain his proud face. "Is it really effective?" the Alpha asked again in a skeptical tone. "Well, even I wouldn't volunteer to try it," Trotsky told her. "Let Krasnoff test the weapon." "You and your hunters could do without our invention then," Krasnoff shot back. "Oh come on, old man, I'm just joking," the General said. "We are going to fight together anyway. Now, stop that childish sulk already."

Is there anything this man cannot do? "I have no idea what you just said." I've stopped eating, and I'm completely fixated on his mouth. "It's a quote from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. 'Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.' I enjoy his books." I'm caught off guard. He fucking quotes Dumas in French. "You read?" And it happens. His head tilts back and he laughs. I can see his perfectly white teeth and the wide expanse of his neck. The reserve he controls so tightly is gone.

- Do you want to work with Mikhail? "Don't you dare mess with my head!" - I flared up again, resorting to the power of fire. "I'm a neutralizer," said Korotkov, holding out his hand to me. He barely touched my flame, and it went out instantly. “Maybe we can still talk?” “To hell with you, you got me interested. I thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Have you seen the Avengers movie? “Let’s say,” I answered shortly, looking back at Mikhail.

I don’t like that very much…but it made me want her even more. “You should try to control your temper a little more. You know your hormones are unstable right now, if you keep getting angry, you might go rampage” Doctor Makarov warned and slowly walked down the stairs, in his white shirt and dark jeans. His wrinkled face and bald head with several cuts on his body made me wonder what this crazy doctor has gone through.

"What consequences, Damian? What are you going to do? Declare war on the Russian mob?" The question hung in the air. Alejandro looked at me, waiting. I walked over to the desk, leaning against it, my voice dropping lower. "No, Marco. I'm not going to declare war. I'm going to remind Mr. Volkov that there are lines you don't cross. That some names come with protections he can't afford to test. The Moretti name still means something, even to people like him. And if he has a short memory, I have a very long arm."

I asked him. “Always! He was always there for me. You know, in war, you cannot make mistakes. Because if you make one, you no longer live to tell the tale,” “I see! And you are right. I am at war. So, forgive me for my outburst.” I said, but I kept to myself the fact that the man in the picture was already dead. By my hand. “Let’s take another weapon,” he continued and turned to the table where the guns were. “The SIG Sauer P226, a gun that was known for never failing and always hitting its target,”

Fear was loyalty in its purest form. The door creaked open softly. Marco entered, carrying a tablet and a black folder. His eyes flicked briefly to the bandage before returning to Adrien’s face. “You should still be resting,” he said. Adrien leaned back slightly, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “I rest when I’m dead. What do we have?” Marco set the folder on the bed. “We traced the shooter’s weapon. Custom-made, Russian steel. Only a handful of people in Italy have access to it.”

Big carb meals slow down your aim. Vito cuts a meatball in half as he speaks. "Zakhar just wants his daughter back." He pauses his fork. "I understand his feelings, Ivanov. You should speak to him. He can tell you a lot more than I can. Fill in the details that I don't have. Details that you'll want to know. Details that might even save your life one day."

Marco drove at an impossible speed while managing to look like he was relaxing in a jacuzzi. One hand resting lazily on the window. Completely unbothered. I snapped my jaw shut, scowling at him, “You're kidding, right?” “No.” “I literally just told you I don't like ‘killing’.” “No,” his grip shifted on the steering, eyes focused on the road. “You made it clear you were okay with it as long as they deserved to die.”

Provoke me and then I will show you the hell for defying me. I think this bastard didn't recognized me. I came out of the dark and stood in front of them in the light. As soon as they saw me all of the men present there got shocked and their faces paled. I started caressing my gun in front of their faces and they knew better than to defy me. Who doesn't knows Mikhail Igor Gorbachev? This country runs from my name only. "Я так долго не пользовался пистолетом, а теперь у меня чешутся руки." I said playing with my gun.