Htf Angry の小説・ストーリー

His anger was definitely not good news! Not again! . #TBC

Mila I was so angry. No, not just angry, I was fûcking furious. My heart pounded inside my chest as I waited for the elevator to take me down to the underground parking. What I didn't understand was why my eyes were smarting and I have to blink back the tears if I was angry. Fûcking arsehole. Arrogant bastard. How could he even think for a second that I’d say yes to his preposterous preposition. Like I was something to buy.

Victor stepped out, in anger. “Olivia,” he growled, his voice like a thunderstorm. She froze, her body shaking as he approached. “You really thought you could run away?” he said, his tone low. Victor grabbed her arm, pulling her close. His grip was tight, and the heat of his anger radiated off him. His face giving aura of obsession. To Be Continued...

Trent gives us a questioning look in the rearview mirror. “Oh, you know, my little mate just declared war on Red Fang” Clayton says matter of factly. The full laughter that comes from Trent makes me smile. These men are fucking crazy, I lean into Clay, he wraps a hand around me and lifts me onto his lap allowing me to snuggle into his neck. “I am sorry about that, I just saw red when he threatened you” I mumbled into his neck. Clayto leans back and tilts my face so I am looking up at him.

However, I got same reply again, "Wifey, Don't make me angry "

_Fucking hot bastard! -----

Even a high calibef rifles couldn't scratched it a little. Someone got off the black car, he was frowned when he saw his car hit and got a damage. He was screaming and started cursing, Inside the car Jate frowned and even angela panicked, the guy who's screaming and cursing was non other than her cousin Harvey winston. "Who the heck are you come out! Do you know how to drive? You fucking idiot"! He kicked the wheel of the car, cursing to come out. Then Jate and Angela came out of the car.

“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?”

I notice a new person with that bastard Denver Wangley, who has dared to talk back to me even after witnessing the personified death itself. “Yes! I am asking you! Because I don't care who the hell are, because you have interrupted something very important to me and it makes me so mad and angry. And when I am angry then I don't care who is standing in front of me, as I just go crazy and beat the shit out of anyone who dares to come in my way, like this–”

I stormed off angrily. Bitch!