Post Malone Quotes Novels & Stories

“You look… different.” “Different how?” I asked warily. “Older,” he said thoughtfully. “But not in a bad way. More… tired.” I snorted. “That’s flattering.” “I meant it kindly,” he chuckled. “Life catch up with you?” “Something like that,” I said. We ordered our coffees, and the moment the barista walked away, Malcolm leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “So,” he said, grinning, “are you finally married to your perfect man?”

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

“I love that you only think of the worst possible scenarios as a situation.” “Knowing you, it’s usually one of those two.” “I haven’t needed a new identity in a while.” “Yes, but the last time it was a complete and utter poop show.” Even exhausted, he tried to avoid swearing. “Did you just say poop show?” I looked over at Malachi, who raised an eyebrow. “Yes, did you only call to make fun of my verbiage?” “No…right. So, the last couple of days, I have had a stalker.”

Malachi says from my other side, “is us telling you what we have wanted to say since the night at Vincent’s bar.” All of me, by John legend, filters through the air immediately after Malachi's sentence finishes. Then the mist screen over the lake flickers to life, and suddenly I’m staring at myself. Me in Mykonos, laughing at something off-camera. Me in the hot air balloon, face full of joy. Me asleep in their bed, peaceful. Me and Kevin at my college graduation, young and filled with hope and joy. I’m also so skinny, I can’t help the laugh that rips through my throat amidst the tears rushing down my eyes.

she palmed her face " I see the potential in you, picture them out in your life for now till you fully recover because if it were to be me, I'm sure I would have committed suicide and be long gone beneath the ground,d," she said mimicking the British accent... " Really" " You gat me always, your friends even miss moris grandma too, enjoy this moment, sis, life goes on" " What would I do without you? "You will always have me" "Thank you," Malia said sighing softly

I said to him as we walked out of that hideout " I won't leave you nor those who never left me and trusted me in my dark times." " You are saying quotes, Marco." Malik taunted like always " Hey, there, they are." The men of the Blackstone ran out the hideout " Let's celebrate these beautiful quotes." Malik pressed a remote Suddenly, The hall exploded He laughed, " They are not after us anymore."

she said in a loud voice. “I love you, Jessica,” he said. “I love you, Malachi. More than life itself,” she said. “I can’t wait to see you,” he said, and he knew she was smiling. “Me too, old man. I can’t wait,” she said, and he shook his head. “Goodnight,” he said, and she laughed. “Wow, the great Malachi Sinclair said goodnight over the phone,” she said, and he chuckled. “When I get home, you better not be tired,” he said.

“He named a mole.” There. I threw it hard and flat, hoping the ugliness of the word might at least slow them. It did. For a heartbeat. Then Finn turned his head just enough that I saw the flare of something ugly and triumphant under the fury. “Of course he did,” he said. “Dead men always say useful things when there’s no one left to prove them.”

And me too, I want to be alone sometimes. With that lame excuse I recalled Malone Shart. Three months before, a news came that Malone has committed suicide. There was a death note left beside the corpse mentioning how sad Malone was after her grandson's death. Unfortunately everyone believed that staged act of sly Malone. I was aware that something like this would happen. That's why I had already sent my assassins Platoon of Black knights behind Malone. They informed me that Malone was not dead, she was preparing her escape to the Dark Kingdom.

Melody raised her head and glanced at him before saying, "What a pansy." Malcolm turned around to ask her, "What did you say?" Melody retorted, "If you're not eating, you should leave. Stop affecting our appetite." "I'll leave then. Who would want to eat with you anyways." After Malcolm left, he instantly regretted it. 'Am I a buffoon? Why did I leave just because someone told me to?' he wondered. With nowhere to go, he moved toward the smoking section.