Quotes Boondock Saints Novels & Stories

“Whatever.” I make my way to the basement where Enzo was waiting. Enzo was one of the oldest men to work for us, and was one of our enforcers. People take one look at him and piss their pants, which was understandable given the scar on his face and his huge bear-like stature. He was even bigger than Kasym, which was saying something. “There you are, Isaak.” The man on the chair immediately starts to shake and I bit back my disgust when I notice he wets himself.

Boo catapulted out of nowhere, down the dock and I threw myself in front of Landry. “They are fine,” I assured him. Sensing what often happened, between Bri and the dog. I didn’t want Landry to overreact. “Boo just wants her orders,” I told him his eyes observing Bri stoop to the ground, cupping her face. Eyes intent on each other she kissed the dog's snout before Boo licked her once and ran to sit at the front door. Our last line of defense, a Catahoula cur.

He shifts closer, cupping her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Hey," he whispers, his thumb rubbing circles over her knuckles. "Don’t cry, love. Please." His voice turns softer, almost childlike. "I know you're scared. Hell, I’m scared too... but I swear I’ll take care of you and our pups. You don’t have to worry about anything. I'm good with kids, you know?" He chuckles nervously, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I grew up with a bunch of siblings, and I know how to handle them. Trust me, I’ve got this."

Her stomach twisted. Ethan peeked over the edge of the dumpster. His frame tensed. “We are not by ourselves.” Jenny’s breath caught. “What?” Ethan grabbed her hand. “Run.” The sound of trainers slamming towards the pavement despatched Jenny into movement. They dashed closer to the exit of the parking zone, but headlights flooded the distance, blinding them. A black automobile screeched to a stop in front of them. The doorways swung open. Two of Noah’s guys stepped out.

He mouthed ' I'm sorry ' to me but my mum has already overheard his voice. " Is that the guy who had make you cry? " She asked but I shook my head in the negative. Instead I said. " He's my boyfriend mum. His name is Theo, Theodore Ductal. Everyone call him TD. He is uh..." I look up to Theo and continues. " He is tall and handsome. We met in class and afterwards in the library. He is a good young man. He is the king of FFC. So intelligent and bright. He tops all positions. Too good at everything. He pays me attention regularly but no that the competition is few days away he prefer reading too much than attending to me "

“Make up your mind Shane, “ Cassian pressed, now standing above me. I pressed my head to the ground, trying to ignore his looming presence. I wanted to scream, I wanted to disappear from here, but I couldn’t run away, not anymore. Finally, I raised my head, looking right into his eyes. “I will do it,” I agreed hoarsely. Cassian smirked victoriously. “Do what?” “I will serve you,” I forced out. “I will do whatever you want, just leave my sisters alone.” He studied me for a moment and then he smiled. “You have made a smart decision Shane Lockwell.” The sound of my name on his lips made me feel sick. “I can’t believe this!” An elder suddenly protested, rising to his feet. “How can you bring a S

A voice questioned. "Noo" someone whisper back. The voice are above whispers as they try to be subtle. "That guard dealt with her eeeh" one exclaimed They laugh shrilling, I try to tone them out. But there are annoyingly close. The curtain shifts open, turning my head shapely the action makes my head throb further. Long dark braids flows down, shape fierce feature towers over me with slender high cheeks bones. "I'm doctor Easter, I would be attending to you today" her voice is sniff, her expression rigid.

He then chugged down the entire bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking extremely pleased. "At least you know what's good for you." He then turned to the rest of his gang and said, "Everyone, let's enjoy this feast and eat and drink to our heart's content! We'll have a great time tonight!" "Alright!" The thugs then continued eating and drinking the night away, but not before locking me up in a room. Bobby had originally ordered the skinny thug to watch me, along with Dustin. However, the skinny guy couldn't resist the scent of the barbecued meat and soon left Dustin with the task instead, abandoning him to join in the feast in the dining room.

“I’m so glad to hear you say that…” Cal shoots to his feet, enveloping me in his arms and cradling my head against his chest. “Babe, don’t cry,” he soothes, pressing his lips to the crown of my head. “Did you really think I’d be anything but fucking ecstatic?” “I just… I didn’t know,” I admit, sniffling. “After everything with your mom and Troy…”

Not the soft kind that whispers against rooftops—this was the kind that slammed the pavement like bullets, fat and cold, like the sky was mourning the bodies it hadn’t dropped yet. I stepped out of the car the second we hit the gravel at Dock Nine. My boots sank into the mud, steam curling from the heat of the explosion still licking the air. Sirens wailed in the distance—late, as always. South Port’s law enforcement didn’t show unless they were paid to. And I sure as hell didn’t pay them. Andrew moved beside me, quick and sharp like a shadow that breathed. He was already barking orders into his comm, eyes scanning every crate, every broken lamplight, every trembling silhouette trying to pre