Amity Blight Angry Novels & Stories

“Last time I checked, we are not talking buddies and we never will be.” “Jeez.” She flipped off her bleached blondeness that lay all over her shoulder. “You are so bitter. It is no surprise why Amir just wants to fuck you.” Chloe could feel it. The rage. It had set its foundation with Amir's incident and at that moment, construction was ongoing. As her eyes closed for some seconds to contain it, Chloe could see herself bashing Lucille's made-up face into the nearest wall. 'Someday Chloe, someday.'

"What's the use of getting angry? Treat him the way he treated others. Prepare all his dark secrets." The people from the public relations department glanced at it. "Hammer it to death." Amelia said with almost the most casual tone, uttering the most hateful words.

“You’re angry. We’re angry too — at ourselves. So tonight, we’re not asking. We’re taking what’s ours.” My heart started racing. This wasn’t the gentle apology I expected. This felt different. Darker. More intense. Colt walked to one side of the bed while Blaze went to the other. They didn’t touch me yet. They just stood there looking down at me like I was something they were about to devour. “You want us to prove we want you?” Blaze asked, his eyes burning. “Then stop hiding in this room and take what you deserve.” I sat up slowly, my breathing already getting heavier. “And what if I say no?”

They have an excellent sense of smell and hearing; it is part of why they are such great medics. “Let me get a few things straight. Yes, the signs are really showing Amory as a possibility. However, if, and only if, it is, you can change how you treat me, but I would really prefer if you did not. You guys, it is me, the clumsy bookworm. Stop acting weird, all of you. I get it, I do. But I will not believe it till it is confirmed, so back off.” I have never felt so irritated. I want to fight and scream. The rage inside me is hard to hold back, but something inside says I need to fight through it.

Amy leaned in and whispered, "Nor I, but you never heard me say that." We all laughed as Leila followed her into the room. A few moments later, Amy came back out, sat down in her leather chair, and folded her arms onto the desk and leaned forward. "Okay, Lance. Tell me straight. What's been going on?" Her directness startled me. "What do you mean?" She took a deep breath. "She's under a lot of stress and I need to know why." I nodded and told her about the attack in Aruba, the plane blowing up and the near miss, and then the vampire attack the night before. I took a deep breath. "Amy, it was The Outsiders."

When Joan saw that Amy may die anytime soon, she ran to Broderick and slapped him hard on the cheek. The time stands still! Everyone: "...!" To say everyone was shocked to the brim was an understatement. Broderick let go of his arms around Amy and looked at Joan. "Kill me, I don't care. Learn to fucking control your anger...gosh!" Joan said angrily. "Even if it was the push that made Martha had miscarriage, Amy didn't do it on purpose. Amy didn't go to her room to hurt her, she walked up to Amy when she was going inside her car. Martha tried to provoke and stop Amy and Amy had to push her away from her sight cause she had a meeting to catch up with this morning. So tell me what her fault is?

Amy fired at him bitterly. Liam knitted his eyebrows, confused at what she was talking about. He couldn't help but wonder if she found out about how her father almost had him killed. “If this is about last night, I can explain,” Liam said walking slowly towards her, trying not to flinch visibly from his painfully throbbing muscles. Amy looked at him, not sure how to feel as she moved towards him. Before she could even stop herself she landed a shuddering slap across his face, the sound resounding in the room.

No one noticed Mom leaving except me. She went first to find Billy the Bully. "Hey, Billy. Come over here. You hit Willow before, didn't you? I'm here to reward you!" Billy the Bully lit up at that and ran over without hesitation. The next second, the knife was lodged straight into his chest. Blood splattered across Mom's face. "Billy!" Mama Bully screamed, rushing toward them. "You crazy bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

With an impassive expression on his face, Damien slowly began to walk forward, stopping only when he was a couple of feet away from Blade. "I don’t need your anger now, Blade,” Damien started, his expression stern, “This time, I want you to think." "I am thinking." Blade hissed through gritted teeth. "No." Damien said as he placed a firm hand on Blade’s shoulder, "You're angry. And no man can think clearly while they are angry." Blade’s lips parted, he wanted to argue that he wasn’t angry. But he shook his head, took a deep breath and closed his mouth. Damien was right. He was angry. And he was so pissed right now that he wasn't thinking. He couldn’t even if he tried.

Damn her! Eve glared at Amelia, her eyes bloodshot with hatred. If looks could kill, Amelia would've dropped dead on the spot. But Amelia just stood there, still smiling, that same calm, infuriating smile. It was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Damian froze for half a second. That smile was dazzling, it hit him like a ray of sunshine and left him momentarily breathless. But he quickly shoved the feeling aside. He had to stand up for his sister. Damian’s expression turned cold as he looked Amelia dead in the eye and said,