Quotes From Gone In 60 Seconds 소설 & 이야기

"This wasn't supposed to happen! I swear!" The voice interrupted again, no longer calm. "Self-destruction in 60 seconds." "Clock is ticking, Mr Moretti."

The person raised their glass and clinked it with mine, "Five years, time really does fly by, huh?" I softly echoed, "Yes, it does." Amidst the clinking glasses and toasts, a busybody with a slurred voice suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, that's right! I remember five years ago, Ruby went to work as Levi's personal assistant just to chase after him, didn't she? How did that go? Did Ruby catch Levi?" Those who didn't know the truth, eager for gossip, chimed in, "Yeah, tell us! Did you catch up with him?"

“You have one hour to make your decision and record your public statements.” “What?! But one hour isn’t enough time to—” “One hour is plenty of time to destroy your life if you’re motivated enough to do so.” I smile at the camera. “If you need motivation, how about watching your father die? Maybe we can start by peeling off the skin of his throat. That would be excellent motivation, don’t you agree?” “Clarissa please,” her composure finally cracks completely with tears streaming down her face. “Please. We can work something out. There has to be another way—”

“Don’t you find it ridiculous to say something like that now?” The busy tone after the call ended echoed in her ears. Susie gripped her phone, her hands trembling slightly. She sat dazed on the couch as Mr. Solace’s sarcastic words replayed over and over in her mind. Outside the window, dusk slowly fell. Looking at the empty living room, Susie suddenly realized that perhaps I really wouldn’t be coming back this time. Susie slowly picked up the ring, and a cold, unmistakably real sensation spread through her fingertips.

How was I supposed to reply to a dead man? A missed opportunity would never return. There was no turning back the clock.

Six hours to prove my legacy wasn't a mistake. Six hours to save everything. Or lose it all. THE END

Alannah moved my grave overnight, far away from her. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I sat atop my new grave, watching the view. Under the sunlight, my soul slowly began to fade. Just before I disappeared, I thought I heard a soft sigh. "I’m sorry, Xavier."

He came back on the day of the commotion at the ball, and he was already blabbering with quotes I swear to the Goddess, I don’t know how he comes up with almost every single minute. He’s been following me all day! “631! that’s already your six-hundred and thirty first’s quote of the day, and it’s still noon, Elliot! Goddess, can’t I just have a peace of mind right now!?” I cursed at him, shaking my head. “I mean, I don’t even know what evilness you’re plotting. So I’m filling up your day with sunshine and smiles!” he grinned before passing by me with his hands behind him, walking like a happy leprechaun.

“Sixty seconds, give or take.” I take a deep breath in through the nose, concentrating on the scent of freshly ground coffee beans instead of the sour taste of fear on my tongue. Sixty seconds. I’d have sixty seconds —likely less— to get to the vault, crack it open, steal the vase, and high tail it out of there before the lasers power up and rip me to shreds. “I can do it,” I say, swallowing the bile rising in my throat. I have to do it. Klaus scoffs. “You’re being overconfident.”