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“Karma bides it's time. You will always have to watch out. Karma is unforgiving and always gets payback.”
― Benjamin Bayani, The Nation

“Who am I? I’m the Breeze, bitch!”
― Michael Grant, Gone

“Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is back.”
― Stephen King, End of Watch

“True respect comes when we fend for ourselves without the aid of anyone, and when we owned something and say, 'this is my own'! Not necessarily as a way of boasting of our abundance and grace, but having a feeling that we can use it without obstruction, or being asked to return the favor.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Infinity Sign

“We are all guilty of sin, error, and moments of sheer stupidity; none of us should be casting stones. The occasional arced pebble might be overlooked.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“It is the good children, Madame, who make the most terrible revolutionaries. They say nothing, they do not hide under the table, they eat only one sweet at a time, but later on, they make Society pay dearly for it!”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Les Mains sales

“Three hard, loud bangs, followed by a bellow of “Open this door!â€� had her jumping in the next second, startled.

“What the hell?� Spade muttered, letting her go to fling the door open with a scowl.

Ian stood on the other side.

“What is wrong with you, banging on like that?� Spade demanded.

Ian cast a wicked look at Spade, who wore only his shirt, and then one at Denise as she hastily closed her robe.

“Paybacks,â€� Ian said succinctly. Then he walked away, whistling.”
― Jeaniene Frost, First Drop of Crimson

“Besides," said Suriyawong. "This was not a rescue operation."
"What was it, target practice? Chinese skeet?"
"An offer of transportation to an invited guest of the Hegemon," said Suriyawong. "And the loan of a knife."
Achilles held up the bloody thing, dangling it from the point. "Yours?" he asked.
"Unless you want to clean it," said Suriyawong.
Achillese handed it to him. Suriyawong took out his cleaning kit and wiped down the blade, then began to polish it.
"You wanted me to die," said Achilles quietly.
"I expected you to solve your own problems," said Suriyawong.”
― Orson Scott Card, Shadow Puppets

“Ignorance is not bliss. Rather, ignorance is blistering.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“If you want to pay me back one day, that's up to you. I'm not asking for it, and I never will. The best way you can pay me back is by becoming the person you want to be.”
― C R Strahan, Lucid Dreaming: A Novel

“Qhuinn climaxed on his next swallow, the orgasm shooting out of him before he could think of any kind of boring and unattractive distraction, the pleasure cresting with such power, he sagged in his own skin. Blay's chuckle was erotic as hell. Whatever, payback was going to be a bitch, Qhuinn vowed to himself.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover at Last

“Never borrow trouble, the payback's a bitch”
― Josh Stern, And That’s Why I’m Single

“There is no need returning anger to those who made your past horrible, do not think of making them feel bitter, maybe a help from you can just make them ashame and miserable, and can probably change their attitude.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Never underestimate the woman that holds God's pen.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Your enemies don't have a chance when your spirit knows how to run, swim and fly beyond the evil they carry within them.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Okay, so I shouldn't have fucked with her on the introduction thing. Writing nothing except, Saturday night. You and me. Driving lessons and hot sex ... in her notebook probably wasn't the smartest move. But I was itching to make Little Miss Perfecta stumble in her introduction of me. And stumbling she is.
"Miss Ellis?"
I watch in amusement as Perfection herself looks up at Peterson. Oh, she's good. This partner of mine knows how to hide her true emotions, something I recognize because I do it all the time.
"Yes?" Brittany says, tilting her head and smiling like a beauty queen.
I wonder if that smile has ever gotten her out of a speeding ticket.
"It's your turn. Introduce Alex to the class."
I lean an elbow on the lab table, waiting for an introduction she has to either make up or fess up she knows less than crap about me. She glances at my comfortable position and I can tell from her deer-in-the-headlights look I've stumped her.
"This is Alejandro Fuentes," she starts, her voice hitching the slightest bit. My temper flares at the mention of my given name, but I keep a cool facade as she continues with a made-up introduction. "When he wasn't hanging out on street corners and harassing innocent people this summer, he toured the inside of jails around the city, if you know what I mean. And he has a secret desire nobody would ever guess."
The room suddenly becomes quiet. Even Peterson straightens to attention. Hell, even I'm listening like the words coming out of Brittany's lying, pink-frosted lips are gospel.
"His secret desire," she continues, "is to go to college and become a chemistry teacher, like you, Mrs. Peterson."
Yeah, right. I look over at my friend Isa, who seems amused that a white girl isn't afraid of giving me smack in front of the entire class.
Brittany flashes me a triumphant smile, thinking she's won this round. Guess again, gringa.
I sit up in my chair while the class remains silent.
"This is Brittany Ellis," I say, all eyes now focused on me. "This summer she went to the mall, bought new clothes so she could expand her wardrobe, and spent her daddy's money on plastic surgery to enhance her, ahem, assets."
It might not be what she wrote, but it's probably close enough to the truth. Unlike her introduction of me.
Chuckles come from mis cuates in the back of the class, and Brittany is as stiff as a board beside me, as if my words hurt her precious ego. Brittany Ellis is used to people fawning all over her and she could use a little wake-up call. I'm actually doing her a favor. Little does she know I'm not finished with her intro.
"Her secret desire," I add, getting the same reaction as she did during her introduction, "is to date a Mexicano before she graduates."
As expected, my words are met by comments and low whistles from the back of the room.
"Way to go, Fuentes," my friend Lucky barks out.
"I'll date you, mamacita, " another says.
I give a high five to another Latino Blood named Marcus sitting behind me just as I catch Isa shaking her head as if I did something wrong. What? I'm just having a little fun with a rich girl from the north side.
Brittany's gaze shifts from Colin to me. I take one look at Colin and with my eyes tell him game on. Colin's face instantly turns bright red, resembling a chile pepper. I have definitely invaded his territory.”
― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“Tell me you got back at him."

"Are you kidding? I smiled like the perfect Indian princess, asked hi one sugar or two and put in seven. You should've seen his face when he had to choke it down or risk insulting my entire family." Total evil satisfaction in her tone.”
― Nalini Singh, Cherish Hard

“Returning insult for insult is justice, returning injury for insult is injustice.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Everyone might think Lizzie's an angel, but I knew better. She was selfish, and she was going to pay.”
― Michelle Madow, Vengeance

“It seemed that unbeknownst to her father, the lecherous bishop had chased Clio for the entire previous week and had foolishly cornered her on the staircase, where he stole a kiss and squeezed her small breasts. So when it came time to doctor him, she had smiled sweetly and stitched up his wound in the shape of three sixes, the sign of the devil.”
― Jill Barnett, Wonderful

“He that deserves to be slapped, should not be let go with a scolding.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“You worry about the life," Amber shoots back. "I'll handle the revenge.”
― Gordon Korman, Criminal Destiny

“Wait!" Brittany calls out as I'm walking away.
I turn around and she's right in front of me. "What?"
She smiles seductively as if she's wanting something more than a truce. Way more. Shit, is she gonna kiss me? I'm taken off guard here, which usually doesn't happen. She bites her bottom lip, as if she's contemplating her next move. I'm totally game to making out with her.
As my brain goes through every scenario, she steps closer to me.
And snatches my keys out of my hand.
"What do you think you're doin'?" I ask her.
"Getting you back for kidnapping me." She steps back and with all her might whips my keys into the woods.
"You did not just do that."
She backs up, facing me the entire time, as she moves toward her car. "No hard feelings. Payback's a bitch, ain't it, Alex?" she says, trying to keep a straight face.
I watch in shock as my chem partner gets into her Beemer. The car drives out of the lot without a jolt, jerk, or hitch. Flawless start.
I'm pissed off because I'm going to have to either crawl around in the dark woods trying to find my keys or call Enrique to pick me up.
I'm also amused. Brittany Ellis bested me at my own game.
"Yeah," I say to her even though she's probably a mile away and can't hear me. "Payback is a bitch.”
― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“Of course you can pull every dirty lawyer trick to deny my Disability and Workers Compensation benefits...but there will be payback for you at a later time.”
― Steven Magee

“What happened to the perp?â€� “Perp?â€� “The piece of crap who tried to kill my wife. Where is he now?â€� There was a pause, then, “Well, uh, you see, the guy—he’s in the parking lot right now.â€� “What’s he doing there? Is he being arrested?â€� “Actually, he’s resting. As a matter of fact, he’s going to be resting for a really long time.â€� Nick understood the term. “Tommy, by any chance did he stumble upon an open window?”
― Gary Ponzo, A Touch of Deceit

“Two more of the gamers Claire had gifted with the invitation stumbled by; one grabbed Claire's arm and planted a sloppy wet kiss on her cheek. "We passed out copies," he said, and giggled. "Hope that was okay. Great party!"
Shane sighed and moved him off with one hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Naked Vulcan chick in the next room. Better hurry."
The gamers sobered up fast, and moved on. Monica's glossy, perfect lips were open, her eyes wide.
"You?" she said. "You did this? These idiots made flyers! They put them all over campus! This was supposed to be the best people!"
"Don't worry," Eve said sweetly. "We're here." She smiled, which in that lipstick was Wicked-Witch-of-the-West evil. "Air kiss!" She mwahed the air somewhere near Monica's cheek. "Lovely party. Shame about the furniture. Ta!" She sashayed on, Michael on her arm, as if she was the Queen of Everything, never mind Morganville. Claire got out her camera and got a picture of the murderous fury on Monica's face as she watched her go.
"You treacherous little bitch!" Monica snarled.
Claire lowered the phone and met her eyes for a long second. She wasn't scared, not anymore. "You got your friends to roofie me and told them I wanted it rough. All I did was recycle your invitation. Let's call it even."
"Let's call it not!"
Shane leaned forward, dropped his voice so that Monica had to work to hear it, and said, "Calm down. You get blotchy when you're angry. And if you call my girlfriend a bitch one more time, I won't be so nice about it.”
― Rachel Caine, Midnight Alley

“DJ, let Trisha look. She's really good at this doctor thing," Ashna said and Trisha Raje grinned at her as though she had just dropped the deepest curtsy in front of her.
DJ picked up the colander filled with okra and moved to the fryer. "As I've already mentioned, my hands are fine. I hope yours are still worth as much as they were last evening." Definitely a petty bastard.
That made her tilt her head in confusion again. Apparently, you needed no memory at all to get through medical school. Or maybe it was he who needed to have his head examined for remembering every word that had come out of her mouth like some fragile, egotistical half-wit.”
― Sonali Dev, Pride, Prejudice, and Other Flavors

“PrzyszedÅ‚ czas surowej zapÅ‚aty za powszechne nieszczęście, odpÅ‚acano, komu siÄ™ daÅ‚o, najczęściej niewinnym.”
― Dubravka UgreÅ¡ić, The Ministry of Pain

“When someone does you wrong and you do wrong to them as a revenge. It does not make you right, but it makes both of you wrong. Doing wrong is wrong no matter how you can justify it.”
― De philosopher DJ Kyos