Makarov Quote Novels & Stories

He knew all too well that once the old man made up his mind, there was no changing it. “Throughout history, there has been only one reliable way to deal with men.” Makar smiled mysteriously and glanced at the notary, who was settling himself at the writing desk. “Many years ago, over a glass of good whiskey with my best friend, we dreamed of uniting our families—and our businesses…” “You’re not starting that again, are you?” Stas laughed, shooting a look at his brother, who had gone pale. They both knew exactly where this was headed.

Mariko instructed Itsuki to place headphones on Marcus as she will make a shoot. “How about you?” Marcus asked after placing headphones on his ears. Instead of answering him, Mariko smirked and shot the gun at the target, which had him startle. Mariko made a bullseye. Marcus was amazed by how she gracefully held the gun. His eyes widened in surprise when Mariko unload the gun and disassemble the pistol in just a minute. “How did you do that?” Marcus asked. “Practice makes perfect,” Mariko said. “Mariko is the best shooter among us here.” Itsuki complimented her skills with a smug look on his face.

I said to him as we walked out of that hideout " I won't leave you nor those who never left me and trusted me in my dark times." " You are saying quotes, Marco." Malik taunted like always " Hey, there, they are." The men of the Blackstone ran out the hideout " Let's celebrate these beautiful quotes." Malik pressed a remote Suddenly, The hall exploded He laughed, " They are not after us anymore."

Mikhail said, his voice dripping with false sympathy as he addressed the crowd. “It’s so sad father died this way. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t have happened if you were competent enough.” “Even now, you can’t find who was behind this. Just think about it.” The public jab was a masterstroke. “Watch your mouth, Mikhail,” Enzo warned, his voice a low growl. “Relax, Enzo. I haven’t said anything wrong,” Mikhail replied with a smug smile. “You know what’s actually wrong? Your head is still on your neck,” Enzo shot back, stepping forward.

Every single bullet that came from the mystery shooter had landed the same way. Clean. Precise. Headshots or heart shots. No wasted bullets. Marco leaned back slowly. “Okay… that’s impressive.” Elena looked at him. “It’s familiar.” Marco’s expression changed slightly. He knew exactly what she meant. There was only one person in the Rossi empire who used to shoot like that. But Marco shook his head. “No.” Elena didn’t respond. Marco continued. “You’re thinking about Adrian.” Still silence. “Elena… that’s impossible.”

And what is the coolest weapon? - Not cool, but icy, - Gray corrected me with a chuckle. - ShAK-12 (automatic assault complex - author's note), - Alyosha answered instead. - RSH-12 (large-caliber revolver - author's note) is still possible, - he added, shooting a glance at Marta, who was also admiring his knowledge of weapons, and also came out to meet us. - Don't... Bazooka! - Gray drawled dreamily, putting an unlit cigarette into his mouth.

Letta said, making Marco just shrug nonchalantly. "It's practically the same thing. Besides, you didn't refuse at all. You enjoyed it too, right? And I think it's better for improving our mood. Isn't that right?" Marco said, making Letta stare at him in disbelief, not understanding how Marco could come up with such a defensive reasoning.

My palms were slick, but he didn’t care. He nodded toward the far end of the range. This time, the target wasn’t just a circle with rings. It was shaped like a man with shoulders, torso, and a head outlined in stark black. “This,” Marco said, his voice like stone, “is the truth of carrying a weapon. It’s not about how fast you reload. It’s not about hitting paper. It’s about choice.” He stepped closer, eyes drilling into me. “Every time you pull that trigger, you decide who lives… and who doesn’t. That weight is heavier than the gun.”

Adam commanded in an authoritative tone, "Talk or I'll shoot you in the head." When the weapon was leveled at Marcel's head, he did not make the slightest twitch. It is almost as if he was ready for this moment all along. With or without a gun, Marcel will tell the truth.

A​ c‌ruel, shark-li‌ke grin. "You‍ ar‍e right, Lorenzo," Marco​ whispered, low enough‍ that only I​ co​uld hear. "I shouldn't dr​ink o‌n⁠ an empty st‍omach." He slappe​d the g‍lass from my hand. It shattered nex‌t to the fir​st one. "Ki‌ll the‌m​," Marco sa​id.​ ​He di‌dn⁠'t⁠ sho‍ut it. He said it casually.