Trunks Quotes Novelas e Histórias

"I took you here because despite my efforts to wake you up, you were out cold. You look a lot better now. I guess you're just a featherweight. Not to mention, you're light as a feather too." I swallow hard at the thought of him handling my body like that. Tristan continues to take the rest of the contents out of the bag, revealing a small bunch of truss tomatoes and deodorant. "I don't know what to say" "How about thanks, or muchas gracias," he says cheekily. Who knows what could have happened if I got in that car. Who knows what could have happened if it was someone else who saw me on the street. He saved me from doing something reckless and dangerous.

Trent, the idiot, accelerates until he’s right behind. Bill finally musters the courage to ask: “Who’s in the trunk?” He wrinkles his nose, smelling shit, but given the environs it’s hard for us to tell whether the scent is purely in his head. “My mother,” Frank says, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “She tried to cross me on my big coke deal. You know what it’s like, getting shot by the woman who gave birth to you? It doesn’t just hurt physically, man.” He pulls his shirt open, revealing a nasty bruise just beneath the sternum. “Good thing I always wear my bulletproof vest in the house.”

“It shouldn't be your business!” “You know we didn't plan on sleeping out…..go take a shower while I do the same,the food will be ready in a jiffy…….”. “So cheap of you, Zion. You're trading your life for food?”. “Come on……”. “Don't trust anyone, don't be stupid either. If you're not ready to sleep hungry…..I don't have any words for you”. Traven had made me lose the single trust I had with people, I don't even trust myself which is weird because……

Tomorrow is the day we leave, meaning today, Lucas, James, and I are doing some last minute shopping. In our group chat yesterday, James was complaining that he didn't have anything to wear. James: Guys, this is so embarrassing. Lucas: How is it possible that you don't own a pair of swim trunks? James: Lucas, when do I ever go swimming? Do I look like a swimmer to you? Shana: He's got a point, he definitely doesn't look like a swimmer.

Actually, it was more than just slightly. “I knew this tracksuit would come in handy one day,” he announced as he spread his arms wide, a grin lighting up his face. “Bring on the tears, baby.” 19 In Vino Veritas “Are you telling me I put on this cheap-ass Juicy Couture shit for? nothing?”

I'm a woman on the prowl, and a woman on the prowl is confident in her abilities. "Quit?" I ask, running my tongue over my dry lips, trying to moisten them so I can form words more easily. "Quitting is not something I do. That's what my ex-husband did. My mama did. That's what my former boss did," I shake my head and try to stand on four-inch stilettos. He reaches out and grabs my elbow, steadying me, being a rock when I haven't had one in a very long time. "Whitney Trumbolt is not a fuckin' quitter." I make my voice as strong and as clear as possible, I fear though that it comes out a slurred mess.

I answered with overflowing confidence. “Whatever.” Although the light around us was poorly lit, I still was able to see how he rolled his eyes in disgust of me. He kicked tiny pebbles on the way as he continued to walk. “ Fuck your trust issues, Travis. But I’m giving your classmates the benefit of the doubt. Unlike you, you are so close-hearted that you don’t even give your classmates the chance to prove themselves that they are trustworthy.”

The tramp stared at Frank in curiosity after finishing her melon bun. "The question 'Who am I?' is philosophical. Even if my memories are intact, I can't really answer that question." "That's so profound!" The tramp held a thumbs-up at Frank and passed Frank a bottle of water. Frank took a sip before waving his hand. All the dust building up across the temple cleared away instantly, and the entire hall was suddenly clean! "Woah!" The tramp exclaimed in shock and pointed at the statues. "Are you one of them?" Frank chuckled, shaking his head. "You're imagining things. I'm not them, and I'm far from reaching their level."

Trunks, surprisingly, was a master at bumper cars and the claw machines. “How are you so good at this?” Angelique asked, impressed. “Have you been to a fair before?” “Hmmm… yes. With Suhee,” he said casually. “Ah… okay.” Angelique frowned slightly, the joy on her face dimming for a second. Sensing the awkwardness, Trunks tried to save the moment. “Do you know why skeletons don’t fight each other? They don’t have the guts. Haha.” Angelique gave him a seriously? look.

Was it really so easy to fool these board members? Marcus snorted, "You are really good at finding excuses for flirting with girls." Tristan replied, "I'm not like you."