Rodrick Heffley Quotes Novels & Stories

"So what if I did? My life is worthless already!" "Yeah! I'm starting to think you are right!" Creed replied with disgust

he shouted, I can hear music cranking the whole place that he’s in. “Driving. Why? Are you at a party? Don’t tell me you are having a party right now despite the fact that you’re grounded?” “Hell, yes dude. I’m at a party!” I can tell that he is half-drunk with the way his voice sounded. Rodrick has been with me since childhood, he knows every little shit about me and it may not be obvious but that punk cares about me a lot. I do not want to admit this, but he is a pretty boy, his lively eyes attract women like a magnet and he goes to the clubs and parties every time he gets a chance.

“He’s got the strength, but he’s slow as hell. Rodrick is smaller, but he’s quick—look at him and dodge.” I grunted, eyeing Rodrick as he ducked a wild punch and landed a sharp jab to Terrace’s ribs. “Strength’s no good if you can’t hit anything,” I said, sipping again. The amber liquid glowed in the fading sunlight, warming my gut. Terrace lunged, catching Rodrick with a glancing blow, and the crowd hooted. “Still, Rodrick’s got no weight behind him. One solid hit and he’s done.” Tristan laughed, a short, dry sound. “Fair point. Who’s your pick, then?”

He wasn't sure what he might do if it failed in the end. "Very good, Rodrick. I'm surprised by you. You've shown more gumption in the last few minutes than you have in the last two centuries. So, I will keep my word, you're all free to leave," Rimidal said, and once more his voice took up that pleasant tone. He sounded proud of himself.

He said, standing up. "Why didn't you just take us?” I yelled after him. “You know I'm a terrible driver" he yelled back. I scoffed, smiling. That was true. His favorite quote was, why drive a car when it's not trying to kill you? Only God knows where he read that one from....

Lud's POV “Brother, why do you seem so lost?” Rod smirked as he watched me. “You seem to have lost some weight.” “If you have nothing to contribute to, you can leave.” I didn't mince words. With my eyes narrowed at him, I told him exactly what my mouth couldn't. He was a nuisance that needs its wings to be plucked. “Why do you sound so dull?” He laughed as he watched me. I frowned at him but didn't say a word.

But the earth seems to have always unfavoured him. "I don't care how long it's going to take Andrew, I'll make sure you see how much I love you. I'll make sure you love me hundred times as much as you loved him," he said to himself, as he drank the liquor in front of him... Tell me, what you think of Rodgers. Is he truly a villain like they say he is?? Share your thoughts.

I was angry at Brody, he has no right to call me those things. “You got that right” I snorted before I paused; a revenge plan building in my head. “Hey Roderick, you want to go for a joy ride in a Porsche?” I questioned slyly holding up the keys to Brody cars. Roderick paused before his lips turn up into an amused smirk. Oh I was going to have so much fun.

The little fellow's eyes flashed with shrewdness. Roderick snorted, "Just tell me what you want me to buy." .... "I want a plane." Franklin' goal was also very clear. Roderick lightly patted his bottom, "Alright, Daddy will bring you to buy it in a while." "Daddy ..." Franklin turned to look at him. Roderick thought that he wanted something, and stared at him, "What else do you want?" "I don't want it, I just want to say, you are not allowed to bully Mummy!"

"I hope your new operation crib doesn't close down after you suck dry all the ice cream in the state!" We began to walk towards his car. "Mama! Don't say that. Finishing all the ice cream is glu-tton." My eyes immediately darted to Rodney again, who looked at me at the same time. We both broke into a peal of laughter, and Rodney finally commented. "Oh, she's going to be Einstein!" "Who's Einstein?!" Velma quizzed in a curious tone. I patted Rodney's back, pitying him already. "Now you've got to finish what you started..."