Makarov Quotes Novels & Stories

For a second, I almost dropped it. “First lesson,” Marco said, voice flat. “Never let a weapon feel heavier than you are. You own it, or it owns you.” The drills started immediately. They didn’t ease me in. I was taught to aim, squeeze, and fire. The first shot nearly ripped through me, the recoil snapping my wrists and ringing my ears. My second was worse. The bullet didn’t even touch the target. Laughter rumbled from one of the men, and shame burned hot under my skin.

Though I don’t think any of us would celebrate after with a bunch of woman but he’d have to suck it up. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the AK in my hands, ready to move. “Odin…dva…try!” Marek shouted and suddenly the only thing you could hear with glass shattering and shots firing.

David was stunned. "What did you say?" Macarius had never been so humiliated before, and he said with widened eyes, "As martial artists, we shouldn't push each other into a corner. Do you have to be so ruthless? "Young man, I'd advise you to not burn bridges because you never know what's in store for you in the future." However, Woody simply grinned indifferently and said, "Just minutes ago, one of you brazenly said that taking a few lives on international waters isn't a big deal.

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.

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.”

But the longing in his sister's eyes smashed his resolve the moment he saw Uwyn’s thirst for their father in her life. "If we find pain at the end of this road, then at least we shall suffer it together." Maru recalled one his favorite quotes from a movie he once saw. A smile could be seen hanging on a little boy's face amidst the multitudes that waited for the event to begin.

You know you never miss your shot, you're a real sniper! And I see this idiot puffing out his chest as if he'd just won a prize—the prize for idiots, I'd say. He replies boastfully: · If you want lessons on how to make two or three children at once, I'm here, you can come see me. · Isn't this over yet? I'm tired and I want to go inside, so you'll excuse me for the inconvenience, but move out of my way. Marco steps toward me and holds me close:

I could hear Volkov yelling and swearing angrily and I almost burst out laughing. “No!” his men replied in unison and I rolled my eyes. “Get them! I don’t give a fuck what you have to do. Those fucker dies. You can kill every fucking one of them.” Volkov yelled in English mixed with Russian. We moved behind a large pile of cement bags. Thank goodness the rooms were pretty much done. The walls gave us more cover as we moved about. I glanced over at Marcelo as he grabbed a long metal off the floor, flexing his shoulders to see if he could make use of the weapon with his bad shoulder that must still hurt as bitch.

“And I swore to put a bullet in his skull next time I see him.” That earned the faintest smile from him, but there was clearly a sign of respect. "You are either very brave," he said, "or very foolish." "I haven't decided yet," I replied. He stood up then, signaling that the conversation had end. "Good,” he said. “Then decide which it is. And when you come back to me, come back certain." I stood up too and said, "I will." As I turned to leave, he spoke one last time and said, "Do not chase ghosts, Sofia. Marco and Adrian are the past. And ghosts cannot help you to survive."

“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.”