Quotes About Tension

Why could nothing with Kate be simple? Why couldn't Jim ever just come by to tell me that he had bowled a perfect game or benched a personal best. Maybe finally asked that weird tiger girl out.

Mahon's wife stared down at us. Her hands went to her hips. Which one of you idiots wants to explain to me what the hell is going on? With great effort I raised my arm and pointed in Mahon's general direction. Him.

Bleed him and I'll skewer you like a stuck pig, I said through clenched teeth. No, you will try. You'll wave your sword around and talk a lot of shit and then back off at the last minute. And then I'll snap your neck and his.

Anticipation zinged through me. I knew exactly how much space separated us. I felt every inch of it, charged with electric energy. If he touched me right now, I'd probably jump a foot in the air. I stared straight ahead. We didn't do well in a small, confined space. This was a terrible idea. Maybe I should roll down the window to let some of the sexual tension out.

One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

Do they have target priority protocols?" I asked. "Would they be able to differentiate between a high- and low-priority target?" Rogan's face shut down. "No." "No, they don't?" I clarified. "No, I won't let you do this." We stared at each other. The tension in the room was so thick, you could slice it with a knife and serve it with tea. Leon whistled a melody from a gunfighter Western.

Caldenia blinked. "Who are the attending parties?" "The Holy Anocracy represented by House Krahr, the Hope-crushing Horde, and the Merchants of Baha-char. They coming here for Arbitration and they will probably try to murder each other the moment they walk through the door." Caldenia's eyes widened. "Do you really think so? This is absolutely marvelous!" She would think so, wouldn't she?

Maybe I should roll down the window to let some of the sexual tension out.

Marten blinked at me and said in a hushed voice, "Why are we hiding in the bathroom?" "We are not hiding. We're executing an evasive maneuver.

I kept my hands firmly on the iron rail before me. Grabbing the weight bar and walloping the Beast Lord upside the head wouldn't be the best diplomatic move. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty." There. I was civil. It almost killed me. "Apology accepted." "Will there be anything else?"Your Arrogance.

Her face looked like it would shatter any second.

Kissing me won't make me more agreeable, she whispered. I'm not trying to make you more agreeable. His voice was rough and low. I just can't help myself.

I would kill Kurt. I would strangle him with my bare hands. I stomped up the stairs to the second floor of Rogan's HQ, where Heart and Bug waited for me. Napoleon saw my face and ran behind Bug's chair to hide. "Where is Kurt?" I growled. Bug blinked. "I'm not sure I should tell you this information." "Bug!" "Kurt is a valuable member of the team, and you have murder on your face.

He smiled at me. It was the kind of smile that blazed a trail from your heart to your mind and popped into your head the next time you wondered why you put up with a man who made you want to punch things.

So you want to throw me out on my ass?" Bob swallowed. "There aren't enough people here, Bob. You need to get reinforcements. Go ahead." He smiled, baring his teeth, a sharp carnivore grin. "I'll wait.

I want you, you want love, and he wants to break my neck.

We stared at each other. The level of politeness had risen to dangerous levels.

Sean Evans was officially pissed off. Serves you right, furball.

Want to add anything to this discussion?" The big merc sucked in a hoarse breath. His face shook with the strain of making words come out. ". . . Fuck you!" Oh, you dimwit. "Fuck you!" "Leroy!" Camo Pants barked. "And fuck your bitch, too!" Leroy declared. Curran looked at me. "How about now? Can I twist his head off now?

The double doors separating the private dining room from the rest of Bernard's swung open. A tall broad-shouldered body filled the doorway. Hugh d'Ambray strode into the room.

It's a razor's edge, a romance with an old man and a young woman.

The European girls, like the Russians, tend to stick together, but there's never any rivalry. Sometimes there's a little bit of tension with the older girls because they might feel a little threatened by the younger models, but it's not between personalities.

I've become more relaxed. When I was younger, I had more erratic, nervous tension when I was working.

I had an older brother, an older sister and a younger brother, and though I look back fondly on my childhood, I think that when you've got four siblings sharing the same resources and a single kids' bathroom, it's going to get a little tense at times.