Optimus Prime Angry Romane & Geschichten

Angela's eyes watered due to his ruthless pressure. He thrusted his face closer to hers, making her recoil in fear. She should have become used to his outbursts but she wasn't. "But you know what happens when I lose my shit, don't you, Angel? People die. Dare to disobey me again and I promise I'll show you how worse I can get," he warned her in his scariest voice. His eyes burned into hers. His held unadulterated fury and hers shock and dread.

Cam spat, his eyes flashing gold for a sec, showing just how angry he was. Before I could formulate a response, he added angrily. “Go ahead, have them burn us at the stake, for all I care. Perhaps it will be a better fate than living as your slaves.” I fought hard to reign in my temper, but it was proving difficult. The Omega was pushing all the wrong buttons.

his jaw tightened and obviously suppressed anger. I nodded slowly. I saw how his eyes blazed with anger and disgust because of my confirmation. "Fuck." he crispy cheap. I was devastated by the anger I saw in him. But on the other hand, I can’t help but ask myself, why is he angry? It wasn't that bad, but if he could act, it would be like he was the one who got hurt. Or maybe, he looks at me like I'm his younger sister that's why he acted like that.

“And till then... your pretty ass is not walking out of here until we talk our shit out.” My knees buckled. I gripped the wall behind me because God help me, I could feel the heat pulsing between my legs. I looked up. I’ve never seen him this angry. Those green eyes—darkened now. Glittering like ice and sin. Hungry. What right does he have to look at me like that? Like I matter? Fuck him. God, his face pissed me off so bad. “Fuck you,” I spat. A dangerous smile curved his mouth. “Oh... not yet, angel.”

"My wolf lamented ,why I was also watching him stares at me . "Ouch,I know you are sorry and I shouldn't have insisted on waiting for you. You might be going through a lot and I fail to understand. It's okay I didn't hold any grudges against you."He whispered into my ears silently and then chuckled. "You are not angry with me ?"I asked , Surprised at how fast he was able to digest everything to the extent.He was with a smile instead of getting angry at me . "I can never be angry with you, It's okay to yell at me whenever you are angry and You need someone to yell at if it will make you get better "He speaks, staring at me .

**** Alex stood still, immobilized by the rage within him. He couldn’t move for close to thirty minutes, his mind a chaotic storm. His face was twisted into a mask of fury and pain, his nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. It was a sound filled with vengeance, a warning that a storm was coming, and it would bring destruction. His fists opened and closed, almost crushing the device in his hand with his grip. Every part of him radiated lethal intent. He would stop at nothing to find those responsible and make them pay. Alex wasn’t just angry; he was a force of nature, ready to bring hell on earth.

I had a right to be angry. I felt Lucas come up next to me. Suddenly, his hand was gripping my chin and forcing my head up aggressively. Our eyes met and Rhonen flashed in his eyes as he looked back at me intensely. “Good,” he growled. “Be angry. Be pissed off. You should be furious. They will take everything from us if given the chance.” He jerked me toward him, his hand slipping further down my neck as his hold tightened. “But we aren’t going to give them that chance, princess. Use that anger against them. Let it feed that cunning mind of yours. That mark you wear only showed them a glimpse of what you are capable of, baby. If they want to see more, give it to them. But don’t you fucking d

When I come for her, there will be blood. Of course, anger is the predominant emotion. It’s constantly sizzling under the surface, threatening to spill over and consume me. I’ve been snapping off at everyone, damn near taking their heads off anytime they hazard an attempt to speak to me. I’m even worse company than I was before, and I’ve always been a prickly sonofabitch, so that’s saying something.

I can see him fuming in anger when I mentioned that he knows nothing other than killing. He stands up abruptly in anger. I think he is going to grab me off my chair and punch me but he isn't. His eyes are blazing red in anger. I am supposed to be the angry one but surprisingly, I am calm. Gone are the days when I used to be scared of him and his father.

The lines on his forehead deepen, etching a map of his inner turmoil. With every accusation, every recollection of past wrongs, Jay's anger intensifies. It fuels his resolve, propelling him forward with a fierce determination to confront his father and expose the depths of his pain. His words are chosen deliberately, carefully crafted to cut through the armor of indifference that his father wears so callously. As the confrontation escalates, Jay's entire body seems to vibrate with an electric energy. His movements become more forceful, accentuated by sudden gestures and sharp, decisive actions. The anger boiling inside him radiates outward, creating an aura of palpable hostility that fills t