Quotes Boondock Saints Novels & Stories

“I didn’t see anything. I swear. I didn’t see anything. Just—please let me go.” Luciano chuckled, a dark, twisted sound.“You’re a little liar, aren’t you?” he whispered. “Isn’t there something in that Bible of yours that warns against that?” He leaned in and inhaled her scent, deep and slow.“Fucking intoxicating,” he muttered under his breath.

I asked. “I know you don’t trust me but I assure you we don’t want anything from you, just that you and our leader seem to share a common enemy. I have been loyal to him so they are doing me a favor by helping you that's all” he explained, though his voice sounded reassuring but I knew never to let my guard down because the last time I did, I almost ended up in the claws of my enemies. He went on and on about how their so-called group THE ROGANS loved each other and how they would help me get the revenge and protection I wanted, he really sounded convincing but not convincing enough to blindly fall into any stupid trap.

Every insult thrown at Mitch was music to his ears. Lord Arthur raised a hand to silence the others. “Enough. We cannot spend all day scolding him. The letter is clear. Mitch Jones has asked to break the bond. We accept that. But first, he must humble himself before this council. Mitch, you shall apologize openly before us, then the bond may be broken here in our presence.” All eyes turned to Mitch. For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then Mitch gave a slow nod. His lips pressed together before he spoke in a quiet tone.

He was the friendliest with strangers and good with kids so he was the safest bet. Linus took the seat next to him with his uncle on the other side. “So, your old man finally made good on his threats, huh?" Dyllen said before calling over a barmaid. “He did," Linus grimaced at the jeers from around the table. “Oh, going to get some sweet omega ass, huh, Boss?" Rocket called. “Better drink up before they keep us all up tonight! Maybe we should bed down in the stables?" Terni added with a grin.

The money was supposed to last Saint a lifetime; well, until he was able to build something for himself, but Saint squandered everything before he turned twenty-two, leaving him broke and helpless. Von Quavo had been kind enough to let him hang around Jackie and me, but that was it. Saint became desperate and hungry when he couldn’t get the lifestyle he had been accustomed to, so he had joined a robbery gang. They were caught on their second operation. Again, Von Quavo had used his power and influence to get only Saint released. That criminal record alone made Saint unemployable. No one wanted him. He couldn’t get any decent job, and Von Quavo already warned him that if he got himself entang

"Starting with the truth. Starting with facing what your father did. With dignity." She's right. I've been running from my father's shadow my whole life. Trying to be different while still benefiting from everything he built. It's time to face it. "Help me sober up," I say. "Already on it." ++++++++ Two days later, I'm clean, sober, and ready. I call Dante. "We need to meet. Just us. No weapons, no backup." "I'm listening." "Pier 12. The abandoned shipping office. One hour."

The voice sounded quite familiar to me. I suddenly paused before starting to drift forward quickly. My soul was bound to the accessory on Xavier's chest—a lucky charm I had gone to great lengths to obtain from a church on the mountain. Judging from the speed at which my soul was being tugged along, Xavier was likely being dragged along the floor by someone. There was no other explanation for it. A gloomy-looking young man with messy hair that pretty much covered his entire face was dragging Xavier across the floor. The young man looked like he wanted to kill someone, and his target was Xavier.

The moment she spotted me, her face lit up, and she rushed over to grab my hand. "Liam, this man's a scammer. He says this place is for sale, but this is our wedding home. How could you possibly sell it?" I shook her hand off and responded calmly, "I'm the one selling it. This was supposed to be our wedding home, but that ended the day we called off the wedding." Her eyes widened in disbelief. She began, "Are you still upset with me? I already explained everything that day. Besides, it only happened once with Julian, and it was just to fulfill his dying wish.

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”

His voice in my ear, his hands on my face, his tongue welding with mine… caressing, kneading, exploring, kissing just about every entry point in my body… His big hands were on my breasts, touching, squeezing, teasing my nipples… Clack! The sound startled me out of my lurid thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw that my rosary had fallen from my wrist to the ground, giving me a rude awakening. My heart raced as I faced the choice to heed God’s warning by picking up my prayer bead or take my hands off my breasts as they held on for dear pleasure. “You’re a saint,” I said softly, addressing no one but myself, “you’re a saint.” I repeated the words over and over until I fought my animal urge to rub