Anger Quotes Novels & Stories

Ansel exclaimed. "Ansel, just by having you become my friend, I am already very grateful. I've already relied on someone to be my shield and protector. The more I rely on him, the more I depend on him, and the more difficult it is for me to let go of him. I can't hate her; I can't forget her at all. I don't want to depend on anyone anymore. Now I will always rely only on myself," Angela said firmly as she let go of Ansel's hand. He wiped the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

CHAPTER 91 The booming laughter reflected satisfaction. Angela's loud laughter was full of insults for Ace who was sitting in his chair. "What did you say, kill me? Hahaha, oops! Sorry, I underestimated you, didn't I?" Angela pretended to cover her mouth, then she lowered her hand. Tapping her long, polish-colored fingernails on the table, Angela said, "But 'kill' me sounds a bit much, Ace." "What do you want from me?" Ace looked at the pictures of Alicia again, especially the one Angela pointed to with the pointed tips of her nails. She had used silver nail polish, making them sparkle in the light above their heads. "I couldn't even do anything while I was in prison."

“I wanted to take Jace to his favorite movies as I had to beg the customers who came to our restaurant where I worked as a part-time waitress in our small town, I was sixteen and our mother died two years before then” “That's risky, you can't just ask people, especially men for money, what if they demand something else in return!” Antonio blows hot. “Some of them did!” Antonio’s eyes widened, he sat up. “Can you recognize those bastards?” “What?!” Angela blinked. “Are you serious right now? That was many years after my mother died. Why do I need to recognize them?” Angela asked, confused. “Well, the shit still triggers me. You better recognize them if you ever come across them” He instructed

It wasn't really clear how she had managed to get out of it but I do know that Isiah had something to do with it so I guess that was the silver lining about that situation. "Harry?!" Ang said, her face wrinkling in disgust at the thought. "No thanks but I would rather be bludgeoned repeatedly with a meat tenderizer than even do such as exchange a syllable with that douchebag." Ang says with a shrug before she reaches for another shot which she throws down her throat. She closes her eyes as waits for the burn to dissipate for a minute before continuing

To normal. I look away, "what's my business with your covenant, was I there when you guys had it? My revenge is my revenge! And your protection is your protection! How the hell does the both correlate? I can't let my opponents go scot free like that, NEVER! —------------------ Angela's POV

I knew that I shouldn't give up on Ginger, but he needed to know that my ego won't let me. Ginger can be so mean. Bad Ginger! Bad Ginger! What did you think of this chapter? Don't forget to vote too🥺 I love you all😘

After kicking Angus, Andres said with a smug but hypocritical smile, "Angus, I'm sorry. I could not help but hit you a little harder just now." Although he apologized, his face was full of contempt. Seeing that, all the disciples of the Pure Yang Division present were extremely angry. They pointed at Andres and shouted. "What a fake!" "How despicable can you be?!" Angus was also furious. He struggled to stand up and spat coldly, "You just won by a fluke. Why are you so proud?" As soon as he finished his words, Angus wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He lowered his right arm and waved his left arm. A long purple sword appeared in his hand.

Mitch gathers up her collection of bags and, with a wave back, leaves. Frank slumps forward on the bar, leaning on his elbows. Angelo wipes the counter. "You okay?" "Yeah... No.... No, not really." He swipes a hand back through his hair. "Feeling pissed if I'm honest." Angelo takes a bottle of malt from the top shelves, holding it up with a questioning glance. "Yes, I will I think." The barman pours a measure, making it a generous one. "Why don't you make a play for her yourself?"

Shortly after their first kiss, Noah clarified the truth about the previous battle. “Why did you lie to me?” Angie yelled in disbelief. “I didn’t like your gratitude towards him. I cannot stand with any man’s presence in your life.” Angie laughed at Noah’s innocence and placed her head on his chest. “I wanted to repay his favor, silly. For your possessiveness, l will never contact him again.” “So, can I mark you?” Involuntarily, his deepest desire slipped from his tongue. “Sure, I’d love to wear your mark!”

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.