Quotes Peeta Mellark Novels & Stories

"I-I did not use the wrong pronoun on you, did I? Ka-Karla, I was right, wasn't I? Would they be offended if I called them with Mx?" "I don't know," replied Karla, nonchalantly. "Haven't you always felt high and proud of yourself for being the most reliable informant? Why did you ask me right now, then?" "Karla~! Don't be like that~" This time Petra whined shamelessly, and took Kiara's arm while giving a pitiful look that reminded Veronica of an animation about koalas she had watched on N*****x. "Help me, please. Please? With a cherry on the top?"

meelah starts to spill the tea “Now listen to me and listen clearly, if you don’t send a clear schedule of whatever activity of the reality tv show that you want my husband and I to participate in, I will have the security throw you out and we will be off the reality TV show for good” Meelah warns her sternly “As for you….” she says turning to me “Keep your dog on leash” she instructs before walking away angrily and I look around to see if I am the one that she is taking to only for me to realisevttsr

One, tall and sharp-eyed with a long scar across his cheek, leaned in when I finally stepped forward. “Quincy Laurent, yeah? The hedge fund guy,” he said, grinning. His denticles, brown. Disappointing. “Damn, you’re famous here. Or infamous, depending who you ask.” He finished off, shrugging his shoulders. His eyes mocked me, the corner of his mouth twitched as his gaze swept over my skin. Alas, the famous or infamous guy—as he'd put it—would be placed behind bars, where he would be under predatorial scrutiny.

“You really wouldn’t fit with us at all.” Quinn gave a benign smile back, was this really the only thing her small brain could come up with to comment on? “Lucky I don’t give two flying fucks what you think, at least I don’t go around showing my bare ass cheeks to all and sundry every time a gentle breeze blows.” Mila went red in the face. “That’s it, I’ve had enough of your fucking smart ass comments back to me, freshman!”

Pete remembered something else again, back then in the training camp, Tanner had said his mark looked like a wolf bite. Pete slammed the laptop shut. It was official, he was crazy. What was he even thinking about? That Frank was a werewolf? No, that was crazy. 'Oh goddess' was probably from a movie or something. That was it. His phone buzzed. ♠️ Frank: Hey Petey👅 😈: Hey ♠️ Frank: no grandpa teasing? Petey👅 😈: oh silly me, I forgot ♠️ Frank: want to come over, I want to see you

"No! You can't take the Snow Panax Pill!" Leon's expression darkened and he stepped forward. "What are you doing?" Everyone, including Damian, Patrick, and Penny, turned to look at Leon in confusion. Iris, who was standing next to Leon, was confused as well. "There's a saying that a quack is as lethal as a snake. I didn't believe it in the past, but looks like it's true after all!" Leon scoffed. "Kid, who are you calling a quack?!" Mister Yair's expression darkened and he glared at Leon angrily.

Mew asked pouting and Gulf laughs at his cuteness. "Oh my, Shion! If your enemy saw you like this, haha! The ever cold, feared Mafia Don is pouting cutely because he is jealous of a teddy bear- "I dare them to say something and I will put a bullet between their eyes without blinking," Mew cuts Gulf's words. Gulf giggled nodding his head teasingly. "Sure, sure, Mr.Mafia Don," Gulf teased. ---------- Monday came and it's time to meet the shareholders. Mew told Gulf that there's nothing to worry about.