Piccolo Quote Novels & Stories

“What do you enjoy, Piccolo?” “What?” What is he playing at? I try to understand, but he’s being so soft and… and his thumb is doing things… “I—I enjoy freedom,” I say, swallowing deeply, wishing I could tug free of this cuff. The smile on his face darkens. “Playing games, aren’t we, pet? Everyone loves freedom. Sadly, you’re among the ones who can’t have it. Not because you’re not good enough for it—but because the world would kill to put their hands on you.”

"I'm not trying to rain down on your parade either." "Then cut to the chase!" She was surprised to hear her voice again. "You need to do something about your temper and that terrible memory too." "It seems like you know everything because even though you're conceited, you're still a god. In my defense, can you blame me?" He chuckles again but in a condescending tone this time. "Fair enough, then why don't we have a wager?"

“Is it that bad? It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. Sometimes, I have things I don’t want to talk about too. I just write them in my diary. “She speaks again, and I smile at the sweet child before reaching out to caress her cheek. “You’re wise beyond your years, you know that? “I question, and she smiles. “My mom used to say that. “She says with a tint of sadness, and I hate the sight of that emotion ruining the brightness in her eyes. “I’m sorry about your mother. “I say softly to her, and she smiles at me. That same bitter smile that she’s smiled at me for the second time today. In a bid to get her mind off her late mother, I speak again. “Tell me. What did you want to ask for P

Still holding eye contact with Frederico, he said, "Tiny flower." "Motherfucker," Frederico said under his breath. Beth directed a frown at Frederico, then turned to Brandon and rose a brow. "What?" "Flor minúscula. It means 'tiny flower'." Beth gasped. She spun around to face Frederico and narrowed her eyes. "'Tiny'? You have been calling me 'tiny' all this while? Isn't that being sexist? Calling me tiny because i'm a female? I'm tall! Tiny where?! Tiny people don't..." Frederico's eyes trailed up to shoot Brandon a deadly glare.

“Jillie-” “You killed them! You murdered those girls!” “Piccolo, please.” He stated, taking another step forward and hissing. “Stay away! You tried to kill me.”

"Picasso, my love, I understand the magic of surprises, but I just want a little taste of what awaits us. Please, won't you give me a hint? Just a tiny one?" Picasso's eyes softened with affection as he gazed at Rico. He took a deep breath before finally relenting. "Alright, my dear Rico. I'll give you a small hint. Our honeymoon destination is known for its rich history and captivating landscapes. But that's all you get for now. Tomorrow, you'll find out." Rico's heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and relief. He couldn't wait to embark on this new adventure with Picasso. Even though he still didn't know where they were headed, their destination seemed all the more alluring because

Mcmaster snarled with anger, the wrath flashing inside him was visible through his eyes. Instantly all got silent and after taking a glance at all of them, Mr.Mcmaster turned to his younger son. "E tu ** stai indicando Piccolo ** .... esci ... adesso .. ( And you ** Pointing at Piccolo **.... get out...right now..)" Mr.Mcmaster commanded Piccolo to leave the room that surprised everyone presented in the room. Mrs.Mcmaster tried to protest but got shut by his husband. Piccolo stared at Imogen before leaving the room. There was a pain in both brother's eyes perfectly masked with arrogance.

He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore…, scratch that, he couldn't. "Don't you dare..." He raised a shaky hand, pointing a trembling finger at Diablo. "Don't you dare call me that, Diablo! I'm a.... I'm a..." He stammered. "I'm a grown man and you… You have no right to refer to me as a child!" Diablo’s smile didn't falter. "Well, uh... okay, as you wish, Piccolo." He let the hated nickname hang in the air for a moment longer, savoring it.

Luca said, “I’ll um…go find some other way to keep myself entertained, since I expect I’ll be alone for the rest of summer.” Luca walked off, leaving me alone in the hallway. The door opened, and Augusta came out of the room. When she saw me there, she smiled. “She’s okay. It’s just a sprained ankle, Piccolo.” Italian for little, something she had always called me since I was young. I smiled. “That’s---that’s good. I’m sorry. She shouldn’t have been hurt, Augusta. I wasn’t watching her close enough. I need you to know that she won’t get hurt with me.”

I say cautiously, not wanting to let on to what I was doing. “That’s lovely dear” Lucus says as he moves to sit down in his big leather chair. “Come… You can tell us all about your fun little experiments” comes his reply as he moves to pat his leg. Well, here goes nothing. “Actually, How about I show you?” I offer, my mischievous smile slowly rising to my face. “Huh? What do you mean ‘Show’ us Piccolo (Little One)?” questions Alex, his back straightening against his seat, clearly curious by my answer.