Post Malone Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

“This is not funny. This is idiotic.” Al Pacino retorts with, “He’s a tight ass! And you got your head ALL the way UP it!” JP laughs again. Even Dominique smiles. “Would you stop that?” Grant barks. “Sit down! Shut up! You understand?” Grant puts his face in his hands. “Can I do my thing now?” I ask nicely. Grant waves me along with one hand without looking at me. Sure. Go ahead. I navigate to the correct page, the one where Mailin and I used to do our dueling celebrity quote battles, and hack into a private channel enabled with sound.

Suddenly, every memory of him at our house is running through my mind, and I know what Antonio was doing. "Uh-oh, little pup is getting mad," Malcome says with a laugh, his words in a mocking tone, as if he were speaking to a child. I can't help the claws that dig into my palms, and I can see the darkened veins creeping into my eyesight. On the brink of my shift, I push past Ben's shoulder, reaching through the iron bars until my claws are digging into Denise.