Amity Blight Angry Novels & Stories

Something was really wrong. Blair marched down the hallway of the dungeon, his face contorted with rage. He had become angry after seeing the 'gift' his rival Augustra had sent him, and his fury only grew when Oscar had tried to calm him down. Determination and anger coursed through his veins as he pulled Amelia by the hair, her face pale with fear. "You will pay for what your mate has done to me and my people," he growled. Her eyes filled with tears and she tried to free herself from his grip, but it was no use. Blair was too strong.

He'd defiled his mate and broken her spirit. Clayton's thoughts became consumed with the faceless man who had inflicted such pain upon his mate. The anger surged through his veins, overpowering any attempt to quell it. He couldn't put it behind him and just move forward like Camden seemed to have eventually managed to do. He didn't have the strength for that. He stared into the flames, his heart pounding with adrenaline and anger. He couldn't fathom how anyone could harm someone as beautiful and sweet as Camden. His grip tightened around the whiskey bottle as he contemplated the justice that Brett Jordan deserved. Glancing over at Camden, peacefully asleep on the bed, Clayton's heart softene

“I should have asked more questions when my mother's ghost came to me. I was just so thrown off guard. And now we are in this mess.” Rachel’s expression changed from compassionate to stormy. “No, you need to stop that thinking right now. Amy, you had no idea what was going on. For all you knew, Angie was having a seizure. You can’t blame yourself for any of this. We didn’t start this war; it came to us.”

"Amy I'm sorry for everything that happened, I am to blame, I shouldn't have even touched her and I —" "I'm super annoyed with you Cole" Amy cut in, folding her hands on her belly. "I know and you have every right to be, I messed up big time, I cheated on you, that kind of behavior isn't accepted, I broke your trust—" "I'm only annoyed with you because you didn't let me give her a tight slap, one she'll remember for the rest of her sore miserable life" Amy said. "Huh?" "Yes, I want to slap her and you stopped me so I'm angry at you"

Blaze is in full panic mode about some kind of woman for some reason, and he is saying harsh things like, "She is literally mind-bogglingly stupid! What is she even trying to think, or is she even thinking at all? Does she genuinely believe that she is already strong enough to go throughout the city, much less alone in the middle of the night?" With the exception of Blythe, naturally, he never once managed to show consideration for any other women, but at this point, he himself is expressing anger about the feelings that he is harboring. He knows that anything could very well happen to the woman he ended up saving, which makes him feel helpless right now.

A sudden gush of anger seeped through my veins, as I listened to their later words; weren't they just gushing over Wymond? Fickle creatures!. I scoffed angrily and increased my pace, I wish their memories were wiped like they've been doing it before, then I wouldn't have to hear these trash. Maybe their memories weren't wiped this year because Wymond found his mate, I don't even know why I'm suddenly feeling angry. *It's because they were slandering our mate* Amy said. *We don't know if they're slandering him or not, we don't know what the truth is*

Damn, Amy. “Hi," she greeted. The cheerfulness she had the other day was gone. My head felt heavy as I studied her. Her pale skin was littered with bruises, and her beautiful blonde hair was disheveled. Her lips looked busted, like she had been attacked. I became angered by the thought of someone hurting her. Despite my strong dislike for her and her cheerfulness, I found myself feeling concerned, wondering what was wrong, who had done that to her. Who had given her those bruises. Her beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot as she stared at me. She looked like she had been crying.

Bending down I collected the crushing pieces of my phone with a dark face. What the hell?? “You…” I turned to him to leash out my anger when the next very moment, his body came crashing into mine. “One thing I asked for, one damn thing, Amy…” He shook me madly and I winced from his power over me. Again Lila’s words came back into my mind. “THE BRUTALITY OF SHEPHERD MEN WHEN THEY GOT ANGRY COULDN’T BE COMPARED TO ANY EVIL THING. THEY ARE WAY WORSE THAN THAT.”

They were still a lot of vacant seats because the others were still preparing, and the distance in which the Magistrate sat gave the four a little bit of privacy. “Spill it, Blame. Now!” Sloane ran her fingers through her hair, her brows raised. Blame merely smiled sweetly at them. “Oh, Sloane! I thought we’re already over this.” “0KAY!” She cleared her throat before leaning closer to the table. “You know you US an explanation here! Fuck it, Blame! We’ve been attacked! ATTACKED!” Her voice was barely a whisper but the firmness and the emphasis were apparent.

Ten years after I'm abducted, I'm finally rescued and brought home. From that day on, Mom and Dad make me the center of their world. They even burn through their savings and move to another city for me. But those ten years leave me with severe depression. One day, I take a razor blade to my wrist. Dad grabs the blade with his bare hand. "If you die, what are your mom and I supposed to do?" All that attention soon starts to suffocate me. Eventually, I snap and smash up all the furniture in the house. Even then, Mom just pulls me into her arms and comforts me over and over. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's all over now." Then my younger adopted sister, Nancy Bonner, asks one simple question