Post Malone Quotes Novels & Stories

I heard his sharp inhale when he saw my back. “My God,” he breathed, reverence in his voice. “It’s better than I imagined. The brands came out perfectly. And the salt… look how it glistens.” He completed the circle and crouched again. “Let’s not waste any more time,” he said pleasantly. “Who was the person you helped escape from the tunnel, and where are they right now?” I said nothing. He waited. Ten seconds. Twenty. I let the silence stretch. Malcolm sighed then whispered, low enough for only me to hear, “You know, I really didn’t care whether you answered or not. I was just here to have fun.”

“What?” “You love my laugh. Not my moans or grunts or anything else huh?” I joked. “Oh no, I love your moans and grunts just as much. They make me horny, but your laugh makes me smile.” Malachi declared. I damn near dropped the phone. “Wow.” I whispered thinking he wouldn’t hear me. “Wow yourself,” he replied. “So, will you do me a favor?” Malachi asked. “Sure, what is it?” I had agreed before finding out what he wanted.

“What? I am. It would have been so boring otherwise. You must admit it was fun.” “Yeah, I guess.” “Wow. Okay. Well, at least you can brag to all your friends that you bagged a celebrity.” Malachi shook his head, “I’m not like that. Even if it was, I don't think my friends would be as impressed as you think.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” He sighed, “nothing. Let’s just head home. I’ll help you finish your remaining classes, and we’ll never have to speak again.” “No, tell me.”

Diane closed the interview very well after a tense moment After the camera was turned off and an Ads appeared on the TV screen, Diane felt uneasy bit inside of her cheek and glanced a little towards Malcolm, who was still watching her sharply with smirked ------ Later in the conference room, Diane, Alicia and Malcolm sitting side by side, in front of them sat Gavin with David Lee, David didn’t stop praising Malcolm, David said that he was currently the most sought in the Internet “You’re good and have a sense of humor, the best is your honesty and simplicity” David chatter just to make Diane rolled her eyes

"Eat it. Don't abuse it." Grant wears a smug grin. "Colton's favorite motto." I can tell they're talking about something inappropriate. Colton unwraps his taco. "It's a good one, but not my fucking favorite, Walsh." "Oh, do tell, what's your 'fucking' favorite?" Colton takes a bite, and sauce drips down his unshaven jaw. He licks his thumb and says with a mouthful, "Don't be a fucking dick." My dad flashes a half-smile. "A motto we've all broken."

He had fun for the first time in a while. Malone was about to get out when he paused, one hand on the door. He turned slightly, his expression softer than usual. “I had a good time,” he said. “With you.” Jeremy blinked, surprised at the tone Malone was using. He had never spoken to him with that kind of tone before. “Oh. Yeah. Me too.” Malone gave him a smirk. “We should hang out sometime. Just us.” He said and stepped out of the car. The door closed behind him before Jeremy could reply.

My final strike missed its mark, slashing the ropes holding up the training dummies instead. “Damn it,” I grumbled, irritation flooding in. Allison let out a low whistle. “Looks like someone got a little carried away there.” The slow clap made me turn, it was Malcolm who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His grin was wicked. “Good games, sweetie,” he drawled. “Though next time, maybe aim for the dummies… not their funeral rites.” He approached me, a glass of cold cranberry juice in hand. “Here,” he murmured, holding it out.

“I prefer to think of it as a reminder. You’re stepping into dangerous waters, Ms. Malone. Waters that don’t just swallow you — they drown the people you care about.” For a split second, I see red. “You think I’m scared of you? Of your little power plays and cryptic bullshit? I’ve dealt with worse than you, Sterling, and I’m still standing.” He doesn’t flinch, but his smile tightens. “Brave words, Ms. Malone. But bravery without caution? That’s just stupidity. And you have more than yourself to think about now, don’t you?” I stand abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. “You don’t get to tell me how this ends. Calvin and I — we’ll decide that. Not you.”

Seeing that I didn't say anything Elijah got the fact that I didn't get what he was saying, then he starts explaining " Those are my favorite quotes about Rome - one is by Claire Tomalin, while the second one was said by Paolo Sorrentino.'' "Aaaah! I see," was all I said in response, then I asked him "It's a beautiful city … But … I still can't tell where we are going?" Though I asked him he did not answer me, instead, he chose to ignore me, which annoyed the hell out of me. Yet, the car stopped in front of a huge fountain. It was the most beautiful fountain I've ever seen in my entire life. Without moving my eyes away, I asked him "What's this??"

Eventually they felt the hostility and turned toward us. “So,” said Mal, with something in his tone that made me cringe at the prospect of whatever shit he was about to spout. “What about your girl’s ass?” “Continue that train of thought, and I’m gonna force you to shift to wax you bald.” He looked at me unmoving. After a few seconds, he grabbed his beer mumbling, “You’re just not fun.”