Makarov Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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."

“She said it was good for hand-eye coordination for shooting. I was terrible. My scarf looked like a trapped bird.” I stared at him, then burst into laughter, startling the guard standing discreetly by the door. “Vladimir Volkov, the Don of all Russia, defeated by yarn?” “It was a cruel and unusual punishment,” he insisted, his own eyes showing a rare, fleeting glimpse of humor. “I prefer ballistics. They are far more predictable than wool.” The conversation flowed, easy and real, touching on ridiculous memories, the exhausting beauty of the twins, and the strange, unexpected solace of having my mother, Chiara, finally safe in the same house.

“I haven’t done anything wrong.” Marco tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle missing a few pieces. “That’s the thing,” he murmured. “Everyone says that. Right before I put a bullet in their skull.” He arched brow. “So, last chance, start talking. What are you really doing here?”

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.”

“I am charismatic.” “You are exhausting,” Cassius corrected calmly. I couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped me. Marco pointed at Cassius without looking at him. “You see this? This is what I deal with every single day. No appreciation for personality.” Cassius looked at me instead. “He talks like this even during serious operations.” “I keep morale high,” Marco defended. “You distract everyone,” Cassius replied. Marco leaned slightly toward me and lowered his voice like he was telling a secret. “He is like this because he has no sense of humor.”

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.

she said. The sarcasm was very evident in her voice. "You are all cowards. If not, you wouldn't have had us held at gunpoint. You are no match for us," Marcelo said. One common rule among mafias is to never show your weakness, even in the face of death. Aurelio stepped forward. "You are right," he stretched his hand above the ship, and let the gun fall off his hand into the water. "Ending you with a gun is an easy death," he said.

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.