Post Malone Quotes Novels & Stories

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

- That she’s happier than she ever was alive. Mortals without magic would never understand. So we say nothing. At lunch we sit at our usual table (five seats, four bodies). There’s an empty spot where Holly’s tray should be. Malik finally speaks, voice barely audible over cafeteria noise. Malik: “She’d hate this. All the sad faces. She’d tell them to stop moping and go do something reckless.” Vera snorts, wet. Vera: “She’d steal the PA system and play jazz until they dragged her out.”

He said, a loving lilt to the end of his voice. I rolled my eyes at him. "Speak for yourself. My ribs will never fully heal because of that day. I still get out of bed like an old geezer because of it." "Trust me, we know." Malakai fired back. Nolan grinned. "Hey, Zayan, have you ever considered that you might sound like that because you are an old geezer." And thus the bickering started again.

Malum questioned with a waiting look. “I think home would be the best,” I paused. “You know have a drink with everyone before leaving tomorrow morning.” “Ooh!” Malum exclaimed. “Dumb me.” “Umm…. “I never thought of that.” Malum cut in sharply as he groaned. “You have a bad memory so it's fine.” I bursted into laughter as I spoke, my laugh became stiffed as I laughed harder. “Fuck you!” Malum curse as he smirked. “I could get the both of us into a car crash.”

Gomez quickly added. Malone fell to his knees completely and bowed deeply, his forehead hitting the cold marble floor. “I’m—sorry—Elder,” he stammered, swallowing past the thick lump in his throat. “I was just being foolish, like Elder Gomez said. Please forgive your pathetic subject.” After a moment of silence, his wolf stopped growling. His eyes and claws returned to normal. “Why are you always pissing me off?” he spat, his voice still trembling with barely restrained rage. “I won’t warn you again, Malone. The next time you try to be weak and pathetic… you won’t walk out of this room alive.”

He gasps at me and licks my arm, closing his eyes. 'Now go, we've arrived,' he murmurs, and I open my eyes. "Man, your fight with Malia has really worn you out," Damon comments, laughing. "Dude, go to hell," I roll my eyes. "We're here, let's sort this out as quickly as we can, we need to get home," he smiles at me.

"How have you been, Miss Granger?" Marlo grinned cheerfully on the other end of the phone, as if he only wanted to have a short talk with her. Mona grinned too. "Because of you, I am living a good life." Marlo clearly didn't think she would respond this way. "Recently, my unfilial son Marco seems to have upset you," he continued after a hollow laugh. “He is just dumb and can't stand when other people push him. He really doesn't want to do anything useful...”

I had felt it all before everything went black, and when I woke up it was to find that not only had my sense of smell returned, but also, that I was practically spotless. That was pretty hard to argue against, and after a moment’s hesitation I swallowed. Then I asked him why if we were so hard to kill, he now claimed that he was dying. For a moment nothing happened, and I was left wondering if I had spoken too quickly until Malcolm cracked a rueful smile at me. “Greed,” he said finally, and at this response I arched a dubious brow at him. He ignored it though.

Malcom added referring to the syringe. " I'm done here." He stood up. " Anticipate for my reply." Malcom said smugly as he left the room with his dogs. " You should have just let me out, I would have snapped those tiny necks of theirs." Robin growled. " Get out of my head." Cole snapped. His mobile phone pinged and he raised it up, expecting to see a call from Xander but what he saw was Malcom's message. " Waiting for my reply?" The message said.

Intense sarcasm almost clouded his words, his voice dripping with spite. “Of course, it is. You keep the most valuable people to you and toss out the ones that are not useful,” Zoe smiled calmly, her peaceful gaze resting on Malcolm's face, who could fully understand the cryptic message she had passed across. “What do you do for a living, Martin?” Malcolm continued to question relentlessly. “I own a restaurant.” “Oh, so you cook,” Derision drained Malcolm's words, and it made Zoe scoff, because she already knew what he was trying to do.