Percy Lavon Julian Quotes の小説・ストーリー

Julian smiled and nodded, answering her in a serious manner, "That's true, but if you don't eat now, I'm afraid that in the future, it will be very rare to have another decent meal." When Margie heard this, she glared at him. "Julian, what exactly do you mean by this?" Julian sneered, "Mrs. Chambers, if you do too many bad things, you will fall into a pit when you walk." Julian spoke and laughed, but there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes. When Julian thought of Laverne's cute little face, he prayed that it would be best if nothing happened to that girl! Otherwise, he would not spare Margie.

He looked like a man who had been expecting the first shot to be fired. "She was here," he stated. "She brought a gift," Ava said, sliding the envelope toward him. Lucian didn't pick it up. He walked over to her desk, his presence grounding the room. He looked at Ava, his gaze searching her face for any sign of the "tremors" Julianna had mentioned at the gala. "What did she say to you?" he asked quietly. "That you don't save the people around you," Ava said, meeting his gray eyes. "And that I'm just a mirror."

"You're a great cook, by the way. I can barely make an egg without breaking out the fire alarms." "Thanks. I've had a lot of practice during my time as an immortal," Julian replied, gracing He chuckled. "They don't usually spend the night."

He stood a few inches away from Alvina with his arms still folded above his chest. “How do I know that there was a day Asher broke a jug of water, uh? That alone is enough to convince you that what I'm saying is nothing but the truth. However, if you think I'm lying to you, then it's fine. It's left for you to either believe me or not. I shouldn't be blamed if anything negative happens to you in the future. Because I have told you what you need to know.” said Julian to Alvina. The chamber became silent for a few minutes as the two of them stared at each other.

“Yes. My point is that if Adrian Blackwell sues you, I want to be quoted as saying I warned you.” “He won’t sue.” “No, probably not. He’ll just stand too close and make you forget your questions.” Julian’s fingers tighten around the paper. Evan sees that too. His teasing softens. “Julian.” “Don’t.” “I didn’t say anything.” “You were about to.” “I was about to say that men like him do not become safer because they look wounded in good lighting.” Julian opens his mouth, but Sarah Printer’s voice cuts across the newsroom before he can answer.

"Don't say my name." Julian stood at my side and asked, low, "Tired?" I shook my head. "No." "Then keep going." He said it evenly, like he was asking whether I wanted a glass of water. But I knew, one nod from me could make him clear the entire hall. Adrian knew it too. He looked at Julian and sneered. "That explains it." "You suddenly grow a spine, turns out you've hitched yourself to the Shaws." "Vivian, quit playing so pure."

“And?” “And I said I was fine.” “That’s it?” “That’s it.” Julian studied my face like he was searching for something. I raised an eyebrow. “What?” “You’re leaving something out.” I let out a small breath. “He also said I could talk to him if I wasn’t fine.” Julian leaned back slightly in his chair. “And what did you say to that?” “That he shouldn’t be interrogating me at a charity event.” For the first time that morning, the corner of Julian’s mouth lifted slightly.

“You can do this.” Julian was waiting for me in the living room, looking sharp in a dark suit. He offered me a reassuring smile. “Ready?” he asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, managing a small laugh. “I’m nervous, Julian. What if they don’t take me seriously?” “They will,” he said firmly, taking my hand. “You’re brilliant. They’ll see that quickly. Just stay calm and trust the process.”

the scientist said, slamming his empty glass down on the wooden table so hard that the leftover liquor sloshed over the edge. "Julian has a habit of using people until they aren't convenient for his bank account anymore, but you don't have to let him walk away with your life's work without getting what you actually deserve," I answered, and I leaned across the table so our heads were closer together while the jukebox played a loud tune near the entrance. "What do you care about the oncology batches anyway, because you look like one of those corporate finance guys who only cares about the stock value and the loan percentage?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at my jacket with deep su

“If you touch her…” “I haven’t touched her,” he interrupted, voice turning cold. “But others might. People are not as polite as I am. People with nothing to lose.” Mario's chair creaked as he leaned forward. “Say what you called us here to say, Julian.” Julian smiled again. This time, cruel. “I just wanted to remind you of one thing.” He stepped around the desk until we were nearly face to face. “Powerful men like us… we don’t get to love something without it becoming a target. You either lock it down or burn it before someone else does.”