Sue Sylvester Quotes Novels & Stories

Me: “Yes. Want to give it a try.” Sylvia: “Okay. I hope you enjoy it.” Me: “I won’t keep you. Eat to your full and stay away from coffee.” Sylvia: “You promised not to come after my coffee.” Me: “I promised not to take your coffee. I never said I’d stop judging it.” Sylvia: “Well played.” Me: “Talk later. Bye.” I was still smiling like a fool at the screen when Victor’s voice cut through the moment like a chainsaw.

I mumbled and ran towards the exit before they could say a word to me again. “I told you that she is nothing but pathetic, weak, and wolf-less. All she can do is to run whenever the problem approaches her.” I heard Sylvester yelling aloud. My vision blurred because of tears, but I refused to cry. Not in front of them. “Come on, Sylvester. You just don’t want to own up the fact that she once almost lost her life to save your very as*.” I heard Gabriel growling at Sylvester, but nothing matters to me.

Does he sense something special about us? "Sylvia, you're genius!" I say. "Of course it's Sam, it has to be!" "I am a genius," Sylvia smirks. "Thank you so much," I tell Sylvia. "For everything. You're a good friend." "You know I'll always have your back, bitch," Sylvia ruffles my hair. I slap her hand away. “No, you’re messing it up!” Sylvia laughs. “Don’t worry, girly-pop, you’re still sexy.”

But the main question I couldn't answer was; why did her question hit a different nerve than it should have? “She's a masterpiece and I just decided to give her her awards” Sylvester's words played in my head non stop. To think that he had the audacity to just spit facts in a stupid way. The annoying part of that whole complement was the fact that he was spitting facts out of that trash can he calls a mouth. I clenched and unclenched my jaw, crossing my speed limit. I drove the car to a park on getting home. I dived right into the shower.

“Well, Mrs Sylvester, the b-board m-m….” “Do I look like a scarecrow?” I asked her, cutting her off.” “I'm sorry, what?” She asked as we both entered the elevator. “You heard me; I'm sure you know I hate repeating myself.” “No, you don't.” “Then, explain why you're stuttering,” I told her. “W-well I-I” “What are the two things I hate, Susie?” I asked her. “You hate repeating yourself and people that stutter.” She said.

Khloe observed. “I don't have an ill intention,” Sylvester said. Khloe's eyes widened as she could not help but feel disturbed by all that Sylvester was uttering out. "You can't just walk up to a random person and say something like that. It's really disrespectful and inappropriate," she exclaimed, her voice laced with anger. But before anyone could respond, Kelly's voice cut through the tension. "Wait, what's going on here? Someone needs to explain what's happening."

How had she ended up dealing with such an infuriating woman in this lifetime? "Why can't I talk to him like that?" Estelle smirked playfully. "Someone sounds jealous. Guess you just can't be cute the way I can." "You—" Sylvie's eyes widened in fury, but she quickly forced a smile. "You've stayed in my house long enough. Time to go, don't you think? I'll give your father a call." With a cold sneer, Sylvie pulled out her phone. 'Let's see how smug you are after that.'

Nothing about it feels good. " I said strip " Mr Sylvester dragged her more closer to him as he ordered. His grip tight on her arms. " I said I'm not feeling too well, maybe some ..." *Slap* " I've told you times without number I don't like repeating my self...strip." Mr Sylvester said after releasing her only to land his heavy hands on her cheeks. When he saw her on the phone, his thought were that she was talking to another man and all he wanted to do was remind her who she belonged to.

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“Marlani, for once, for once in your life, just shut up and let the people around you care for you. If you keep up with this attitude of yours, you’d end up pushing everyone away and one day you’d be alone forever.” I chuckled dryly, “and you’re the one to talk? You can take your advice and shove it down your throat Sylvester. Your own son doesn’t even want to see you.” “And whose fault is it?“ “Noble of you Sylvester, to always put the blame on me, because you’re too much of a self centered prick to acknowledge your own failures. But the truth is if your life wasn’t so lonely, you wouldn’t be throwing your money around, sleeping with everything in skirts .”