Novel & Cerita Twisty Quotes

He asked, looking away from what seemed like an important work to him a few minutes ago. "Her name is Melissa McCarthy, does that name ring a bell?"He asked in his usual cheerful voice. "Does this all look like a joke to you and since when did we get that close?"Alex snapped. "I'm sorry sir."He quickly apologized. "Mr McCarthy is a famous billionaire as well,he is into fashion and his boutiques are in every corner of our country here,he sells trendy clothes and is successful all on his own,I'm sure you have met him during those business parties..."

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

his well-fitting suit suggested authority and riches. Sharon said, sipping her drink, "you could say that." He said, "I'm Davis," reaching out a hand. She murmured, shaking it reluctantly, "Sharon." They laughed, chatted, and traded stories for the next several hours. Charming, Davis disarmed her with his intelligence and sensitivity. One drink changed to two then three. Before Sharon knew it, they were walking out of the bar together, the evening playing out in a whirl of impulse and passion.

Justin said and Adrian was taken aback "Ashley said that?" Justin nodded. Ashley sat in the garden on the swing chair doing nothing when Adrian held the chair still, bringing the gentle flow to an abrupt stop "What the!" She looked back and saw Adrian "Oh, it's you" she said and continued doing nothing "What'd I say about teaching Justin certain words?" "By certain words, what'd you mean?" She asked while picking her fingernails "Did you tell him I was petty or not?" "Since when was the word 'petty' illegal?" She turned to look at Adrian

“You gonna get back to him, or just keep glaring at your phone like it owes you money?” “I don’t owe him shit,” I said, locking my phone and putting it away. "Fuck him." "Ouuu.. "Quinton laughed. "Now I think I know why he's got such a decorated name. ASSWIPE?.... damn." I chuckled. "Trust me, he deserves it." "I don't doubt it. If he's got your panties all twisted like this." "Nigga fuck you." I shoved him as we both laughed. "Don't nobody got my shit twisted."

octavia walked over to the other side of the bar and came back with four shots of tequila along with four lime wedges. oh god. why four? i questioned myself. two wasn’t enough for her? yet who am i to judge, i’ve been asking for shot after shot. i must've had fifteen shots by now. the bartender is on the verge of cutting me off. “i hope you’re okay with tequila.” octavia adds when she places a single shot in front of me. i roll my eyes. “one wasn’t enough for you?” i asked her and put a little salt on my hand to lick it off. i took a shot in my hand. i knock it back in one gulp and bite down on the lime wedge right after.

His mother had given him instruction to clear out the loose end who had threaten to expose them if they don’t add to his pay. “You know one thing about weed, Josh?” Ryan said to the guard who shielded him with the umbrella. “No matter how you treat them, they are still unwanted” he added and started walking over to were Martin was. The sound of the water splashing as Ryan stepped on puddles notified Martin that someone was behind him. “The dead are unconscious of nothing; that’s a popular saying from the Jehovah’s Witnesses yunno” Ryan stated as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. He held it out and a guard lit it up for him.

she whispered, feeling trapped and unsure if she wanted to escape or stay right there. Jay leaned closer, his fingers reaching up to gently adjust her glasses. “Don’t you really know? Are you that clueless, Miss Nerd?” A shiver ran down Jane’s spine, and she swallowed, trying to regain her composure. “I… I need to go,” she stammered, attempting to step away.

she said politely as she nervously twisted her fingers together. “Isn't it such a chore?” I blurted out. But it was too late to take it back. Somehow I was going to take advantage of this opportunity to let out my frustration. Venting to my maid wasn't going to solve the problem in any way but at some point, it was at least nice to have someone who was willing to listen. She wasn't going to understand half of what I was saying which was another added advantage but at the same time, it felt good to just let it all out.

Her brain short-circuited. Dolcezza. Sweetness. Of course, the mafia kingpin spoke like sin wrapped in silk. Sienna cleared her throat, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Actually, I was just wondering how many zeroes it takes to get everyone to pretend they enjoy being here.” For a split second, there was silence. Then—he chuckled. It was a dark, rich sound—not quite warm, but not cold either. Like he was amused despite himself. “More than you can count,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching.