Quotes About Provocation

He had hit with his closed fist and knocked her sprawling. It took talent to make Wyatt lose his temper, but Jessie knew just how to do it, and did it mainly just to have something happening. Pouring whiskey from bottle to glass was boring work.

She was flushed, panting, and pissed off at him. The Holy Trinity of turn-ons, and he couldn't resist grabbing her hand and pulling her in for a kiss, but before his mouth connected, he got a sharp shove to the solar plexus.

How tight are you,Hellen?If I fuck you with my fingers,will you squeeze them tight?Show me what my cock aches to feel.

Take me to bed. He grinned.Fuck you? She grinned back.Please.

He balled his hand into a fist. You are such a bitch. Woof, woof, I said.

You should hit him in the face with frying pans more often, Said Rhys he seems to like it

Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can take bets.

I will go to my grave seeing the look on your face at the last. Keep it up and you'll go sooner than later.

We'd put a big sign over our territory saying, Nothing here is worth dying over, but if you insist, we will fucking kill you.

you really did want the sleeping dogs to keep napping, because once they woke up they tried to tear your throat out.

Strike that, no killing today, though depending on the level of stupid aimed at us, I was willing to look at a little mayhem.

have food stains on him somewhere. "Where were you all dressed up?" I asked. "Where were you all undressed?" he asked. He smiled when he said it. I felt heat rush up my face and hated it a lot. I hadn't done anything worth blushing for. "Fine, let's go." I grabbed my trench coat from the back of the couch and touched dried blood.

It would have been childish to give him the finger, so I didn't do it. Zane did it for me. Jason blew them a kiss. We

I had a really good time tonight. Tons of boys hanging off me. And I could see it was really messing with her head--she kept giving me these dirty looks. So I'm going to get as many boys as I can running after me this summer. Just to make Elisa really…" She pauses. "What would Kelly say? Narked. " Now her smile's real. "I want to make Elisa narked. " I smile back: the English word sounds really cool in her American accent.

Why was it that cheering expressions were invariably so infuriating?

For the first time, Mary understood what drove animals to bite the hand that fed them—sheer irritation at being patronized.

in response to a jealous comment made by Amber] PJ's mouth snarls open. If you aren't going to play nice, my thorny little bush, I think you should return to the dirty playground that you crawled from.

I dare you to punch me, I said. You? Dare me? He was laughing too hard to say anything else. I shove him. I double-dare you. If you don't have the guts to do it, you're a weenie. I shove again, harder. If you do, you're an even bigger weenie because it's harder to take a punch than to give one.

If you touch me, I'll cram your nose into your brain with the heel of my hand.

Well, you got me there, I could have said. You're right, I broke the rules, I didn't play fair. And you know what? Fuck you.

Not like a state trooper. Oh, you're a delight. No, it doesn't matter, forget it. Hey, let's go upstairs." "You're not kidding." "Put your hand here and you'll see if I'm kidding." "Well, what do you know about that? It's got a great big cock on it." "Christ!

The cousin was made of different stuff; his biting air of laziness and superiority made one want to kick him.

She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.

People have been murdered over cartoons. End of moral analysis.