Post Malone Quotes Novels & Stories

(sent a pic) Moscow has some crazy ice skates. Ken: I miss u Jo 🤧🤧🤧 Me: Not❌❌❌ on ur deathbed @Mal Me: Ah miss you too loli boo😚😚 Mal: @me miserly Bich. And stop PMSing Ken, she ain't dying. yet. Ken: Shut up Mal 🙄 Me: Yeah, shut up Mal 🙄 Mal: yeah shut the hell up, Mal🙄🙄 Me: Dumbass

"You... you weren't saying that in the motel, Malcom. You were begging for it then." "The motel was a trash heap, Tamsin. Just like you," Malcom taunted, his hips bucking slightly as Genevieve finally wrapped a hand around his length. "Watch how Mommy takes care of me. Watch how she milks the life out of me while you have to use your own hand like a lonely little dog."

Levi said, and I couldn’t fight the smile. “Let’s just say that they have other ideas about life,” I said. Malachi shook his head, but he was smiling, too. “I think this was precisely what Kiran had in mind when he said to have fun in Anaheim.” I laughed loudly. “Yeah, as long as I don’t share that in front of my mother.” “Come on, hotshot, there’s a piece of steak and a bottle of Scotch with our names on it,” Malachi said, and walked ahead to their SUV.

he intoned in his best 'Mission Impossible' voice. Molly grinned. "Do my best." "Your best would probably kill the boys. Settle for 'fantastic'." Molly began to move again. "All this talk of sex is making me feel even more horny, so let's see if we can't have ourselves a whammy of our own." Jack grinned. "Amen to that."

I murmured softly, my words a silent plea to the enigmatic presence within. Malcom's voice cut through my contemplation, drawing me back to the present. "You seem lost in thought," he observed, his casual tone breaking through my reverie. Without preamble, I posed a question that had been gnawing at me. "Do you ever talk to your wolf?" A sly grin crossed Malcom's face. "Well, hello to you too." "Sorry, hi," I responded, realizing I hadn't exchanged many words with Malcom during my week here. "Were you out with Tony?"

"Yes, Father. I am really walking." Malcolm's voice cracked with emotion as he replied, "I am so proud of you, Thane. So proud. You have been through so much, and to see you standing here, walking. It is just.” Overwhelmed with emotions, he paused before continuing. “It is just the best day of my life. I know your mother would be throwing a party in the afterlife. She would be so happy and proud of you."

Sitting on that cold floor as we spoke to the moon; That was a memory that I know I'll cherish for life. "Dear moon, I had fun today." I whispered, my head leaning against the wall as I failed in hiding the small smile that graced my lips. "I'll cherish this little peace I've found today, because I know tomorrow is going to hurt... So, please be here again tomorrow." He didn't hurt me physically today, but I already know that Malachi had his different versions of revenge. I'm most likely going to wake up to a new rumour added to my name tomorrow, and all my hard work of winning people over will be proven to have been useless.

And the devil is here, waiting for me to open my eyes. Footsteps echo off the concrete floor and a shadow passes outside the cage, circling me like a vulture waiting to pick over the carcass of something already dying. “Not who I wanted,” Malcolm muses, his voice smooth and casual. The bastard doesn’t even really sound disappointed, though I can see it in the way his lip curls just slightly, the faintest hint of irritation beneath the smirk, “But I suppose you’ll do for now.” “Next time I’ll do the shooting myself and make sure I get my prize. You won’t be around to get in my way then.”

“I hear the spa is really nice. Even if you can just use the sauna, I bet it will be relaxing.” Mal reaches out and grabs what she wants, and I love her for it. But that’s not me. I’m a little more cautious. “I don’t know. You know how rich people are.” She leans forward, her eyes intent. “Stop worrying. Not everyone is MichaelBonell and his asshole friends.”

He just gives me a patient smile, “How are you feeling?” I blink, stretching my neck a little, "Just a bump on the head but nothing serious. What are you-?” My question trails off when I see the bodies lying on the ground around me. They seem to be almost sleeping except for how pale and waxy their skin is. “Ah,” I move back from the one closest to me. “Did you-?” “I was a little peckish,” Malcolm shrugs. “I knocked them out before I fed from them. But I sadly had to kill them. They weren't very good people.”