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“Most men don't seem to get that telling a pissed-off woman to calm down is like throwing gunpowder on a fire.â€�

~ Liberty Jones”
― Lisa Kleypas, Sugar Daddy

“Some people take offense like it's a limited time offer.”
― Tim Fargo

“Threatening the High Warlock. Better and better. Maybe we should head down to vampire clan headquarters and punch Anselm Nightshade in the face.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Those guards are going to be all sorts of pissed when they find out they've been following a bunny rabbit.”
― H.M. Ward, Catalyst

“Most of the time, I don’t know whether to fight you, spank you or screw you. You make me crazy and you don’t listen to me, which pisses me off.”
― A.P. Jensen, Unmemorable

“The money,' I ask. 'Was it real?'

'Oh, yes,' the Prince confirms. 'My sister would be wroth with us otherwise.'

'Wroth.' I echo the archaic word, although I know what it means. Pissed off.

'Super wroth,' he says with a grin.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“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

“The snow was knee-deep, my leg hurt, and my sweats were soaked, but I was hopped up on painkillers and a huge dose of pissed off, so I didn’t care.”
― Barbra Annino, Opal Fire

“You're just pissed off. And when you're pissed off, you lash out.”
― Dennis Lehane, Moonlight Mile

“ “Chloe isn’t flirting with that guy,â€� Simon said.
“Course not.�
“I mean it. She’s—�
I glanced back at him. “I’m not blind. She’s only paying enough attention to him to be polite. He’s the one flirting, which is bugging her and that’s why I’m pissed off. She’s trying to eat her fries and he’s interrupting.�
Simon chuckled.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Belonging

“Sometimes it's the hands that take life too seriously that tickle us to no end.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“There are many assholes in my life....but i think one of them has got hemorrhoids...too irritating these days.”
― Dr lijo john

“Your subservience makes me uncomfortable.â€�

That pissed me off. “Then you shouldn’t pay people to do things for you. End of story.”
― erin mccarthy, Live for Me

“What was that all about? She looked like a pissed-off Siberian tiger."
"Believe me, Prit, a Siberian tiger is a pussycat compared to Lucia.”
― Manel Loureiro, Apocalipsis Z: La ira de los justos

“The sheriff faced forward, the downward angle of his big head radiating disappointment.”
― Greg Iles, Third Degree

“Cassian watched Rhys's face carefully as Nesta and Emerie spoke, and Gwyn drifted over to join them. Promises of books to be swapped filled the air.

Rhys said to him, This is an interesting development.

Cassian didn't bother to make his face look pleasant. I could have done without you giving Nesta a mental warning.

Rhys's brows narrowed. How did you know I did that?

The bastard didn't even try to deny it.

I noticed the way she tensed. And I know you well, brother. You saw Gwyn and thought the worst of Nesta. She's treated her- and Emerie- with kindness.

That's what pissed you off?

I'm pissed off that you can't seem to believe even one good thing about her. That you refuse to fucking believe one good thing about her. Was it necessary to bait her like that?

Regret glimmered in Rhys's eyes.

Cassian went on. You're not making it easier. Let her build these bonds, and stay the hell out of it.

Rhys blinked. I'm sorry. I will.

Cassian blew out a breath. Rhys added. Did you really feel you had to put your arm around her shoulders to restrain her.

I don't want the two of you within three feet of each other. You have a pregnant mate, Rhys. You'll kill anyone that presents a threat to Feyre. You're a danger to all of us right now.

I'd never harm someone Feyre loves. You know that.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames