Nemo Quotes Novels & Stories

Nero answers, which in reality isn’t even a lie. “Right…” Ezra replies half absent as he undresses himself to walk into the water. Nero isn’t interested in the antics Ezra and Samuel get into, even Gordon is knee dept in the water. Considering his old age, it is quite a show to see him carefully walk into the water. Nero leans back just staring in the sky. He daydreams of last night; it never leaves his mind. Ignoring the world around him even when Samuel was shouting his name to come and join them, he didn’t react or acknowledges their plea. Well, that, until they grab him by his arms and legs and drag him in the water. With a *splash* he lands in the water soaking from head to toe.

And he knew that the next words he said could either save or sink him. He tried to keep a straight face. “I think the book is just fitting—” Nero shot him a look so sharp it could have drawn blood. “Finish that sentence. I dare you, and I’ll personally send you on an extended vacation. With Rea.” Whatever remaining humor drained from Nico’s face instantly. “Nothing, boss. I didn’t see anything.” Nero smirked, satisfied. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?” he smiled like a good natured soul.

"If he's gone? It’s scary." Neoma looked out at the city. At the lights flickering on in the towers. At the green growing in the desert. She remembered the fear. She remembered the hunger. She remembered the cold of the Void. "We don't talk about him to be scared," Neoma said. She turned Elara’s face so she could look into those silver eyes—the eyes of the future. "He is a story we tell," Neoma whispered, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, "to remember why we are good."

He saw Zeno waiting for him. "Hello, Memory." "Hello, Zeno. "Memory, have you ever seen a miracle?" "Zeno, every single day. - Memorable, what do you see every day? "Zeno, I see the sun, the sky, the earth, the living things. I think the most beautiful thing that I am and that I can see these miracles. We get used to miracles, and therefore seek them, despite the fact that they surround us and knock every day at the door of the soul.

It was then that her eyes spotted the sharks, swimming above her, their shadows lurking by the sand at the bottom of the tank. "I am nice shark, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food." she once again chanted the words like a motto, repeating the last line over and over again as her hands counted the small and big sharks. There were smaller fish swimming around the sharks, and she continued to chant the motto from Finding Nemo. She didn't want Nemo's friends in the tank to be eaten. She wished they wouldn't bleed like Dory did.

She even tickled her that made her flip, laughing. "Momma, you are bad, I am sleeping," Neoma said giggling. Quacey chuckled, " You are faking your sleep, Neoma, that's bad." "Tss, I'm sleeping brother, who said am not?" she retorted to her twin brother, frowning. "You know what Neoma, we really appreciated how you help us conquer enemies always. So, what did you do to your Uncle Toremo a while ago?" Queen Asalea asked, chuckling.

Neoma reminded. "How do you know?! How're you so sure?! That Darkfire didn't say anything to confirm it! Nobody did! Why're all of you just following blindly?!" "I'd let you run off but will you leave us alone?" "Like hell I will! You guys are worthy opponents! So like I've been saying, stop wasting your time already and let's fight! What's the fun in running around aimlessly?!" Neoma sighed exasperatedly. "ARGH! Even my ears hurt with all your shouting! Will you shut your mouth already?!"

I tell them. "Well I don't wanna grow up any more," Neo tells me with sad puppy dog eyes ready to cry at the mention of one wrong word from my mouth. "If you don't grow up then you would have anyone to call you papa," I tell them. Ash frowns, turning away from me as he folds his arms, "We don't need that." "Yeah, we just want to stay with you two," Neo cries.

~~Niccolo Amoretti~~ “I’m tired of teaching. I thought the point of being rich was to stop working.” Nero dropped down next to me, but I barely heard him. I mean, okay, I heard him clearly. My ears are pretty damn good, and he’s a fucking loudmouth, but my brain was somewhere else.

Nero's gaze nearly burns the side of my face, so I stop gawking over the beautiful room and scoff, "You don't bother to be the bigger person, do you?" For a moment, I almost allow myself to feel pride for the sudden question. Nero appears puzzled but soon comes to his senses and shrugs, "Sometimes you have to take a day off from being the bigger person. Occasionally, I love to go out there and be the asshole I was born to be."