Quotes About Tension

shimmered under his tight jaw

No one in the movies ever looks up until the saliva starts dripping down.

Because history is the soap opera that hurts, the kabuki with real knives.

Please Jeff? You're sounding scary." "I'm just saying! Besides, what's scarier than right now?

Where there is faction, there is conflict; where there is conflict, there is anger. And anger distorts judgment.

It is a poor mind that is never in conflict.

This is a kill-or-be-killed scenario, leech, Regin the Radiant, a glowing-skinned millennium-old swordswoman, told Ellie in a baleful tone. So raise your weapon and prepare for your end. 'Cause I'm about to take your head. Ellie yawned. Ten days of this was getting old. Girl, I don't wanna play video games anymore.

This morning Jackson had told Matthew, You mention death one more time, and Ill knock you into next week. Comprends ? Already been there, Matthew had answered.

Somebody want to explain to me why those soldiers were shooting each other?' (...)'Inbreeding?

Valkyrie, I will get answers from you one way or another. Either through this painful exercise in futility, as you believe, or through a civilized conversation. You call this civilized? She strained against her cuffs, leaning in to whisper, Psst, Chase. The sexual tension between us is grueling.

It'd taken her several seconds to react to the sight of them together. She'd been almost hypnotized by the scene as Lothaire drank. Chase's masculine face had been tense, his gray eyes focused on the ground. Lothaire's face had been starkly beautiful, his pale blond hair brushing Chase's shoulder. Light and dark. One terrible, one tragic. And Lothaire had been... hard. Oh, gods! She cried as she ran back along the trail. Hot poker for my eyes! Hot poker!

Thirty nerve-shattering minutes passed before Cadeon returned. "What happened? Tell me!" "Everything's taken care of." She frowned. "You smell like beer." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, Holly, like me and the cop were downing a beer together." Of course, he and the cop had completely been downing a beer together.

Salem snorted. The Vamp basically told her, 'I'm in a weird place in me life right now, and I need some space.' Of course, he told her that by pointing a bloody sword at her whilst bellowing, 'I forsake you!' in front of the whole kingdom.

He pointed a shaking finger at her. 'You,' he growled. She jerked glances over both of her shoulders looking for the unfortunate You he was addressing. Her. Holy shite, this madman had settled on her.

Some of the males rose from the table then, making noise about a rugby rematch. MacRieve tensed, but didn't join them. When a couple of the men said things in Gaelic, their tones taunting, she asked, "Are they trash-talking you?" "Oh, aye. According to them, I'm the veriest pussy. Already mate-whipped.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to even his tone. No' necessarily. It's just that you'll be doing it three or four times a day. With a man of your advanced years? Advanced years? By God, I am going to throttle her.

The two of them were acting like such...guys. I wanted to strangle them.

Coming for her. Because I'm its...mate. Oh, man, that couldn't be good. She wanted this centaur to get her away from that wolf! She screamed against her gag, Moo ur ass! Hu-y! Chloe :)

So three Bagmen and a slaver go into a bar . . ." Finn began as the wails grew closer. Selena whipped her head around, hissing, "Are you serious, Magician? They're almost here." "What?" Finn whispered. "Just because we're about to be swarmed by bloodthirsty zombies doesn't mean we can't have a laugh." Matthew made a eureka! hand gesture. "Zomedy!" "Damn straight, Matto.

And as much as he'd been watching me, he'd been studying Jack. Earlier, when we'd been forced to slow on a washed-out mountain pass, Jack had finally snapped, "What the hell are you looking at?" "Something about you is not right." "You got a lot of nerve to be saying that about me, Grim Reaper.

I'd witnessed how brutal this boy could be—he'd nearly beaten the man to death in front of me. Yet he was now touching my paintings gently, almost reverently. I felt like a spy, like this was a moment I was never supposed to share. It seemed . . . intimate. When he touched the cane, I swore I could feel him aching for those fields, for that rain about to fall.

I'll shoot you." "At your bluidy leisure." MacRieve's beast was already stirring. "Let's do this—

Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the initial mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch. -Evie/Evangeline/Empress The Poison Princess

Never met so many scientists who needed to get laid. Unable to help herself, she asked, What are you talking about? He stopped, leaning in, forcing her back to the wall. He rested his free hand against it over her head. Looks like we're going deep. Gotta get deep up the river. Really penetrate the virgin bush, over and over again, till we achieve our mutual aims.