Stewie Griffin Quotes Novels & Stories

Stevens was crazy for whisky, but it wasn't enough for him to be an alcoholic, thankfully. "Son, if I die, I'll just die," he said. "Might as well do it as a happy man instead of a sad, old bag of bones!" "That famous speech," Ryan muttered, rolling his eyes. Ignoring the sarcasm, Mr. Stevens added, "I'm not spending a few of my last days in the world like a warrior who's left his wife and kids at home." He cleared his throat at the burning sensation upon chugging the drink, and it was enough to make Ryan shake his head to the sides.

Eva’s POV Beep. “You are such a despicable twat, Stefan. How could you?” Beep. “Oh fuck you, Grayson. You think you know my wife better than me? Peanut oil was not stated in the menu.” Beep. “It was! You don’t fucking read! You don’t ask questions because you have an ego the size of Mars!” He snaps. “And she’s my wife, not yours.” Stefan chuckles. “She’s coming back with me, she said so.”

The sheer bitterness and crude nature of some of the remarks made Serena's stomach churn. "This one from Twitter user HottieMcThirsty69 says:" ('I'd let Judge Grayson hit this any day of the week! He can acquit me of anything with that silver fox look! #DILF #JusticeIsServed) Diane read out with a barely suppressed giggle. Her professionalism flew out the window in the face of such juicy content.

he said quietly, not looking directly at Stefani, "tell me more about those things about him… again." For the comment seemed to come out of nowhere, Stefani's eyes popped out in shock by it. She sat there for a moment, completely at a loss about what to say. Then a wide, warm smile popped open on her face, and she said brightly, "Of course, I'd be happy to." Jacob, who had been staring at his plate, looked back and forth between the two of them, bewildered. “What's this about?” Stefani just laughed, her eyes sparkling playfully as she shook her head, not saying anything. "It's nothing," she bantered easily, "just something between me and grandpa."

"He says we're being too dramatic!" "So, that's what he said, huh?" Tobi smirked, I could swear I saw his lips curved upward in a smile. "I thought I was hearing wrong." "Not again!" I groaned, kitchen the damn counter. The bitch was old as fuck it made a sick noise. Grace smirked mischievously. "Need me to remind you who made a fuss when I wanted to quit last year because I got an offer at Starbucks?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the trip down memory lane.

“You wanna stay here?” Griffin nodded, sipping the glass of milk Mrs. Kelvin prepared for him. The old lady gave me a sympathetic smile, rounding the island, and pressed my shoulders gently. “I'll be right back.” I nodded and sat on the chair beside Griffin. “Why do you want to stay here Griff?” a stupid question, but my son’s answer made my heartbreak. “Love Papa,” he continued eating his cupcake, oblivious of the cold water his innocent words poured all over my body, I bit back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

I feel awkward to face Stewart. “Ahem uhm I uhmmm” I cleared my throat multiple times trying to form words to say but didn't seem to want to mix my throat and throat. Stewart looked at my habit with a raised eyebrow. He may think I'm crazy. I pinched myself slightly before trying to speak again, but he spoke first to me. “If you're going to clear your throat here, you can go to the bathroom. That's just phlegm, but if you want to say something I don't have all day to listen to you.” He said calmly.

"This is common sense. Better safe than sorry. You should... you should lean against the wall, too. It's safer." They weren't very high from the ground. If it fell, they probably wouldn't die. Griffith ignored her and said, "Put them back on." "Why?" "Your feet might stink." She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "Even in a time like this, can't you be a little friendlier?" "A time like what? Are we about to die?" He spoke without any taboo. "Touch wood!" Griffith found her childish and foolish. "Hey, how many minutes has it been?"

The two walked from the entrance to the lift, up to the top floor. Tit! "Doesn't your father doubt that I've been in a tragic accident?" asked Stefan as he looked at a digital screen whose numbers kept going up. Grace glanced at the man on her right, then replied, "I did my best to convince him that you were fine, and that your brainpower was above average. "Thank you. How can I repay you?" "I haven't even been able to repay you when you helped me in the past," Grace retorted while giving a condescending look.

“Crystal! Christie Swan, except for the fact that Stefano Graziani wasn't born to follow the rules.” “He hung up on me! The idiot had the nerve to hang up on me” right now I'm feeling an annoyance of epic proportions. I put my laptop aside and get up abruptly, I'll do something I only do when I'm furious. I walk to the kitchen and take out the choco-brownie ice cream tub I save for moments like this, and the whipped cream, go back to my bedroom and sit down to devour it while I rant against an asshole named Stefano Graziani.