Novel & Cerita Troy Movie Quotes Achilles

But inside, every nerve screamed at me to run. “Trojan,” one of the Obsidian men growled, his voice low and gravelly, slamming his fist on the table. The glasses rattled on my tray, and I froze for a split second before forcing my feet to keep moving. “You've got traitors running loose in your ranks, spilling secrets like blood from a wound. How do we know you're not the one holding the knife?” Zeus leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes narrowing, but his voice stayed even, controlled. “Accusations without proof are just noise, Marcus. The Trojan Covenant stands united.”

He talks about how hard it was for Achilles to speak to women years ago and how he had been the one to teach him how. For most of the part, I am laughing so hard to the extent that I nearly fall off the seat if not for Achilles holding me in place. When I peer at him, he has a drawn look and is extremely focused on eating his— our food. I turn to look at Tarantino who is still talking. I also notice that he hasn't touched a thing on the plate sitting in front of him. I am right all along. That's the reason Achilles refused to get him a plate of food.

It was very painful. "Oh, he did? How thoughtful," I pretentiously replied. He looked at me surprised. "Are you not angry?" "No." I'm sure that he knows that Trojan is my mate. But what can I do? "I have a more important fight to win." **************************************************************************************** (Trojan's P.O.V.) "I can't trust anyone else. I can only trust you." "Me? Last time I checked, you were planning to kill me."

Troy said, his eyes still fixed on Magnus. “Who?” “Don’t know…maybe The Moon Goddess herself.” “Tuh-royyyy,” Magnus said, his voice pleading with my mate. “Kill.” “Yeah, yeah, okay,” Troy replied. “Quinn, you don’t need to watch this…you can run on back to the mansion, Raf will-”

As the grandson to the strongest elder in the Fighters' Alliance, everyone had honored him ever since he was a child. However, in Cloudtop Academy, he was beaten up by Lucas. Suddenly, Troy whispered something to the gorgeous lady beside him. That pretty lady nodded in horror before running out. Troy's slightly handsome face revealed a cold smile. He thought that in no time, Lucas' outcome would be… The outcome of Lucas which he was imagining was perfect! "Lucas, to be honest with you, I really admire you." Troy smiled proudly. "Indeed, you have overwhelming abilities, but you're way too arrogant. In this world, arrogant people never experience nice endings," said Troy.

“But you're you! The perfect prince!” Again, she was giggling. “Hey, don't laugh! It's a serious problem!” he said, smiling back at her as he popped the cork of the champagne. “This I have to see,” she said, taking the glass he'd just filled for her. Troy's face took on a serious expression. “I know it's been rough. The things you've been through, you never should have had to live through them. It's been my absolute honor fighting alongside you, though. To ending the war,” he said, raising his glass to hers.

"I have no idea when Troy will attack, but I have my men handling that. What matters to me is the cure and I want to storm his pace and take it." Chayton rubbed his chin in thought. "Have you confirmed if he has it?" My brows furrowed and a moment of panic punctured my confidence. Who would make a poison and not also make the antidote? "I didn't confirm but I assumed-" "Ahhh." Chayton said, rising to his feet and wagging his forefinger. "When it comes to Troy, you don't assume. I have been unfortunately acquainted with him for years, and I learnt the hard way that Troy is a viper that cannot be underestimated."

she declared. Taking a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, Achilles warned the old lady in a deep voice, “Then, you can lie here as you please. But, I’m warning you now, if you dare to play any tricks, don’t blame me for being ungracious to you!” Who would have thought that, upon hearing this, the old woman would erupt on the spot!

And the rogues were advancing, using the controlled wolves as shields. "There," Troy said weakly, pointing to a service tunnel in the far wall. His voice was hoarse from the torture. "Maintenance access. Might lead to another floor." "Can you make it?" I asked, noticing how he was favoring his ribs. "Have to," he said, though I could see the effort it took for him to move. A guard popped up to fire at us. I nailed him with a blocker dart, but another immediately took his place. We were burning through darts fast.

Even with the confidence of his friend by his side, he still manages to protest what his superior says. “Why not the barracks?” Troy’s voice is low, but not dense enough for Vlad to ignore the indecent and crude response from his lesser. The teacher’s shoulders lower and he turns back around to face the two pre-young adults. Those hazel orbs stare back into Troy’s own ruby pool eyes. “I would hate to see you with those barbarians. You would be forced to go places unprecedented for a young boy like yourself. The training is grueling, hard, and unforgiving. That is not the life you want, Troy, believe me.” Vlad leers over to the vision of the double-wide doors and releases a small huff from h