Quotes About Rebellion

Jeez, you go rogue once and slaughter a bunch of humans after they torture your girlfriend, and suddenly you're a leaper.

Panting, he looked into a face he couldn't see. What the fuck is your problem? I'm bored. With that, she head-butted him right in the goddamn nose.

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world.

the only one who wanted to be free. Surprise, surprise. CHAPTER

Phury laid a hard one on the male's mouth, the kiss a punch between faces, not anything even remotely sexual. And he did it only to wipe the expression off the bastard's face. It worked. The Reverend stiffened and growled, and Phury knew he'd called the guy's bluff. But just to make sure the lesson was learned, he clipped the male's lower lip with a fang.

Undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm, she leaned forward, flashing him a set of breasts that didn't so much defy gravity as flip it off, insult its mother, and piss on its shoes.

We were a little more fallen than the bosses were comfortable with." Adrian grinned like a motherfucker. "As I mentioned, I like the ladies." "Usually in pairs.

Don't ever aggress on that motherfucker....

Shut the door behind you. Or don't. I don't give a fuck. But if I don't leave now, I'm going to have to explain to Elise why I killed you, and I'd rather talk about her class schedule." —

Poor kid," Rhage said as the brother arrived. "Not hardly," V muttered as he appeared. "Boone's better off this way, true? That sire of his was a motherfucker." Butch shot a look at his roomie. "Will you please try to not bring that up at the goddamn ceremony? It's tacky." "I hate protocol." "No, really?" Rhage cut in. "Wait, let me get my shocked face on.

Fritz picked that moment to breeze in with some warm rolls. She glared at Wrath and pretended she was only reaching across the table for the wine bottle. She wasn't about to march off in front of Fritz. And besides, she suddenly felt like sticking around. So she could yell at Wrath a little longer.

Wrath, what say you?" "Fuck," came the reply. "Appropriate word choice, my lord, but not really an answer.

That woman and her thug butler needed to be put behind bars; Claire didn't care how old they were.

she leaned forward, flashing him a set of breasts that didn't so much defy gravity as flip it off, insult its mother, and piss on its shoes.

So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silence. Or, no…you're mixing it up. Brooding with soulful intensity, right? What a fucking wild child you are. Whoo. Hoo. Next thing you know, you'll be opening for Slipknot." With

Fine, yeah, sure, take as many fucking veins as you want. But whether you turn yourself into Frank Langella or not, I'm only clearing you when I'm good and goddamn ready.

As her pace through the fountain intensified and her robing started to get soaked, she leaped out of the pool and jogged around, her fists up in front of her, the punches she threw out pumping the air. Being the good, dutiful Chosen was not in her hardwiring, and that was the root of all of the problems between her and her mother. Oh, the waste. Oh, the disappointment. Oh, do get over it, mother dear. Those

Oh, please—" "Shut up and let me finish!" Z's mouth dropped open, sure as if she'd booted him in the ass. No one ever took that tone of voice with him. The anomaly alone would have gotten his attention, but the fact that it was her stunned him out.

That Zsadist was late was no big surprise. Z was one giant, violent fuck-you to the world. A walking, sometimes talking, usually cursing SOB who took hatred, especially toward females, to new levels.

Don't disappointment me, son." Yeah, fuck you, daddy. O

I'm the king. I can do whatever the fuck I want.

I'm getting really fucking tired of being manhandled like this!" Wrath hollered. Tohr

Elizabeth lifted her head and glared at him. "I don't want you to take me home. You're fired." "So you told me. I'm taking you home anyway. You can fire me again when we get there." "Okay." Her head dropped to his shoulder, and she was blissfully quiet on the ride home.

I don't like taking orders.