Quotes About Aggression

She stuffed in more waffles, and thought if every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.

Her eyes met his in the mirror. When I take her down, she's going to pay for this. Eve tapped fingers lightly over her jaw. And she won't look so fucking pretty when I toss her in a cage. Girl fight? Can I watch? Pervert. She stepped away, into the shower, and ordered the jets on full at a blistering temperature.

Bet you didn't see that coming," she murmured. "I didn't, no. If I'd realized rapping your head would turn you into an insatiable sexual maniac who'd use me so brutally, I'd have cold-cocked you long before this.

Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up.

I don't give a rat's warty ass she's dead. It only means she's a dead cunt." "That's a strong opinion." "And the only kind worth having. I threatened to shove a stick up her twat and light it on fire just yesterday. Maybe the day before. I lose track as there was rarely a day that went by she didn't make me want to strangle her with my bare hands after I'd beaten her in the face with a rusty shovel.

He equates his worth with his penis, and also uses it as a weapon." "Okay, now I see it wearing a gold chain and toting a blaster. Stop now.

On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

Shut up. If you don't shut up, if you don't cease resisting immediately, I will pull your tongue out of your mouth, drag it around your neck, and strangle you with it.

Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Do you wonder, ever, what makes a person capable of taking a life when there's no threat to his own or another? What makes them end life, and so often, so very often, with real cruelty, even with pleasure.

At the last minute, she bobbed left so that he stabbed the wall she'd hit, trapping the blade in the Sheetrock. As he went to try to get the thing free, she whirled around and nailed him in the gut with her backup blade, springing a hole in his lower intestines. Meeting his shocked stare, she said, What, like you didn't think I'd have a second knife? Fucking idiot.

Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.

Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves. Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.

So what'd you do to the lesser?" a male voice said. "I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off," another one answered. "He didn't come down for breakfast, you feel me?

This is calm, cool, and collected, you little bitch. You don't want to see me pissed off.

And if you ever put a gun in my face again, I will fuck you up no matter what my job is.

You don't go after what's mine. Now be a good boy and gut yourself. -Xhex, Lover Mine.

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.

What did you do with the female?" Zsadist growled to the next slayer. When all that came back at him was a "Fuck you," Z pulled a Tyson and bit the bastard.

All around, grown men were getting out of cars and shoving at each other like fifteen-year-olds, the bunch of juiced-up, armchair quarterbacks ready to peanut-gallery it up: The closest they were going to get to the octagon was standing on the outside of the chicken wire looking in.

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.

Ruhn had bared his fangs—which had descended all the way, their points like those of knives—and his already big body seemed to have swelled with aggression, becoming something huge and very deadly. As Saxton noted the transformation, his brain bifurcated, half of it remaining engaged with Minnie and the story…and the other part? All he could think of was what it would be like to have sex with that.

Because,really,someone needed to welcome the son of bitch with a head butt.

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