Marvin Martian Quotes Novels & Stories

“Buenos días, criaturas del caos.” “Who’s that?” Zoe blurted, pointing straight at her. “Why is she… so ugly?” Silence. Three seconds long. Then Maritza’s eyes narrowed. “¡Perdóname, niña demonio?! Ugly where?! I’m an exotic disaster, okay?” Zane covered his face, laughter muffled through his hand. “Zoe, that’s not polite.” Zoe tilted her head, then stuck her tongue out at him. I bent down, pretending to cough so my laugh wouldn’t explode.

Amara exchanged shocking glances with her sister before turning back to Martins. Then, he let out a laugh leaving both ladies surprised again. "Just kidding," he said. "You need to see your face when I said that." Adaobi and Amara joined in the laugh, but Amara started coughing. "Sorry, take it easy." Martins said, his hand brushing her forehead. "Listen, dear," he continued. "I just need you to get better. Strong again. That’s all I want.” Adaobi released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She almost let out another laugh.

Marte: “I’m no saint.” > Maple (firm): “But you're ours, now.”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that, Ma.” “Whatever!” Marta stood up abruptly. “Just make sure you don’t mess things up, okay?” She marched toward the door, then paused one last time. “And one more thing — I’ve been hearing rumors. Don’t you dare embarrass my grandchildren! Whoever that man you’re fooling around with is — stop it! You’re too old for that nonsense! Thank God my son got away from you. But if my grandchildren’s names get dragged through the mud because of you — you’ll answer to me!”

If it works on other people, it’ll most definitely not work on me. Xavier took his time to sip his whiskey. “It’s actually refreshing to know that you’ve gotten yourself involved with someone that you know nothing about apart from his ruthless trait which is being rumored.” “Are you saying Martinez isn’t as ruthless as he claims to be?” Xavier blinked at me without responding. “Careful what you say about Martinez. You shouldn’t forget the fact that his wife is sitting before you.”

They both managed a smile, curious about Martha’s sudden appearance. “Martha, come join us!” Halle said, gesturing to the empty seat beside her. Martha gracefully settled into the chair, her presence bringing a sense of familiarity and comfort to the room. She glanced between Halle and Xavier, her expression both gentle and enigmatic. “Halle,” Martha said in her thick Italian accent, her voice filled with warmth. “You look radiant today. La luce del sole brilla su di te.” (The sunlight shines upon you.)

Regardless, Robert was there to communicate everything. Sufficiently sure, Robert's face fell as he said, "Mars, don't kid about my loved ones." The moderately aged man called Mars blanked out marginally before he grinned conciliatory and said, "Sorry, I'm utilized to waste conversing with individuals from the division. You ought to be familiar with Hanks… goodness, we should not discuss that."

Diana chimed in, praising Natasha effortlessly. “Yeah, you will be a great Luna in the future.” Martha commented, joining them in their conversation. “Really, the future?” Natasha inquired, facing Martha, with an expression that said, explain what you mean by that. “Come on, don't feel offended, I meant the very near future.” Martha responded. “I hope so, but do not utter such gibberish again.” Natasha said, walking away, her shoulders high as it looked at Martha with threatening, ferocious eyes.

I asked, my arms akimbo. “I will shove myself in your face until you can no longer avoid me!” Martinez was firm. “I have everything planned out. There is no going back from this.” “You are an interesting fellow,” I muttered. “I have heard that from very few people,” she replied. “It is the truth,” I told her convincingly. “I am not one to sugarcoat things but…” “Yes, you are,” Martinez told me. “All men sugarcoat things!” “I… I…” I muttered. I was sincerely lost for words.

Then she said, “Don’t you want to know who I’m talking to?” I asked in a pissed tone, “Who are you talking to?” She smiled and said in glee, “It’s Mars!” The shock that hit me was electrifying. What! What did she mean? Mars was talking to her? From what I knew, he didn’t really talk to women. Did he think she was Clara? Did he think he was talking to me? No way. No way. Marcy smiled. “Oh dear imposter, don’t be frightened. Mars is taking care of me. He even told me he likes me. Can you imagine!”