Romans & histoires Flippy Angry

Now that I was moving farther away from Vex my fear was quickly turning into anger. I allowed the anger to flow through me. It wasn’t fair that once again I had to turn everything upside down to get away from him. I was really starting to enjoy my life. Granted Mentone mainly had older people, but they were kind and generous. I was enjoying the peace and quiet of the mountains and loved seeing the waterfall. Even the small apartment had been nice. I enjoyed sitting in the recliner learning to cross stitch, and just listening to the sounds of nature floating in the open window. My anger grew as I realized I forgot to grab my cross-stitch supplies from beside the chair. Damn Vex for all of thi

His voice cracked as a sob ripped from his throat. I looked at him painfully, gulping as I held back my tears. I hate this feeling, I really do. It's what I hate a lot, when my anger turns into tears. "Stop making me feel guilty, damn it!" I flamed out. "I don't believe your words anymore, Zacharias! You're a fucking liar! Didn't you remember how you said you hated liars? Well, you're one of those!" "Why didn't you just leave me dying in the hospital back then and let me have a peaceful life working as a waitress with my stepmother rather than going back?" I spilled all the pent-up anger I had been hiding, and Zacharias can tell just by my pained cracked voice.

the young girl stammered while blinking frequently without making a direct eye contact. “Come on speak up,” Flavius pressured while inching closer to her. She fidgeted, “I said speak the F—” Slam! “You freaking boy! How many times did I ever tell you-spoilt brat about using the F-word?!” Someone yelled once again within the house, “You should count yourself lucky it was passed down to you at this early stage of your life! So zero in on only training to become one with the armor!” Flavius was seen on the floor hit by a elongated arm then he slowly raised his head having a whole dirt in his mouth the next thing... he burst into tears.

Her breathing was very unstable, beads of sweat were forming on her temple, and she really looked tired but at the same time very angry. While on the other hand, Floryn was being gripped by Zren on her wrist. She didn't let out a hurt or even pained expression. Her eyes remained serious and fixed, a dark aura was surrounding her body that was enough to make someone retreat in fright, however, Zren was no ordinary person. Without waiting for the other to react with lightning speed, Zren landed a merciless slap on Floryn's cheek, it was so hard that the impact even left a handprint on the skin.

Mike's handsome face turned red from anger. Fifi did not feel as happy as she did in the past. The pain was piercing her heart. Since she was young, no one had ever dared to treat her like this. She was mad. She opened her mouth and bit Mike's wrist bone. "Ah!" Mike suddenly screamed. Hearing his shrill voice, Fifi's anger finally calmed down a little. She panted and looked coldly at the man who was curled up on the bed and kept moaning.

“Finlay,” Anger, hate, rage. That’s all I feel right now. I would be hesitant to leave with Ash right now, with how angry I am. I am most definitely going to need a run, or something, to work this anger off before I blow up on an underserving pack member. “When?”

For a breath, the old ache, the years of being just the woman running calculations, invisible behind him rises sharp and hot. Then anger blazes up to swallow it whole. I drop the clipboard. My hand moves before I even think. The sound of the slap echoes off the concrete walls, louder than it should be. Tom’s head snaps slightly to the side. His gaze swings back, darker now, mouth twisting into something almost feral. For a heartbeat, his hand lifts, fingers curling as if he might actually “Everything okay here?” Flynn’s voice slices through the air again, calm, but edged with something cold enough to burn.

“You fucking daughter of a stripper! You’ll see what I do to you!” Her eyes blaze with fury, her face contorted in a mask of rage. The venom in her voice is evident, each word dripping with hatred. I can see the veins in her neck bulging, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turn white. She is trembling with anger, barely able to contain herself. I chuckle, amazed at her audacity, her blatant disregard for the situation she's in. Her anger only fuels my resolve, strengthening my determination to see this through.

But Fluffy spun around, snarling at her master with equal menace. "Hey. No," he admonished, his voice sharp as he scolded her like a disobedient dog. Fluffy's growl deepened, her stance unwavering. Astaroth's eyes narrowed, a mixture of irritation and intrigue playing across his features. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath. As the exchange between Astaroth and Fluffy escalated, Sebastian and I stood momentarily forgotten. I watched them, fascinated by the unexpected turn of events. Fluffy's defiance seemed to unsettle Astaroth, and that alone was worth noting.