Angrily Novels & Stories

Para na akong bombang malapit na sumabog. Namilog ang mga mata nya dahil sa galit. "What? How dare you to call Angel two faced! Hindi 'yon kayang gawin ni Angel. Bakit hindi ka na lang umamin? Nagseselos ka sa kanya dahil mas may oras ako sa kanya, hindi ba? Masama talaga 'yang ugali mo, Geneviève! Akala mo ba mapupunta sa'yo ang atensyon ko kapag ginawa mo 'yon? That will never happen because I hate you very much and I will never forgive you for what you've done! And now, you're making me hate you more!"

“I just hope you’re not mad.” “No, I’m not angry,” sagot naman nya agad. “Totoo?” “Nope!” malalaking iling ang ginawa nya nang nakapikit pa. Fuck, ito pa naman ang pinakaayaw kong attitude nya kahit sa palagay ko naman ay naiinis sya na ayaw lang nyang ilabas. Ni hindi man lang pakinggan ang pagrarason ko which is valid naman, kasi totoo lahat ng iyon.

pikit mata kong sambit. "Fuck it! Fuck the documents, Yancinda! We can never go back as before, I will not let it! Not after this morning..." Narinig kong may sumuntok sa pader kaya napatingin ako. I never imagine that he is this violent. Kagabi ay parang papatay siya ng tao ng may kumukuha ng picture at video sa amin ngayon ay kakaibang galit ang nakikita ko. Parang galit siya sa sarili niya. He seems frustrated at himself. That's the kind of anger I saw.

Anger, humiliation, and betrayal surged through me, igniting a firestorm within, making me clench my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Despite the shock, I didn't shed tears or show vulnerability. Instead, I felt a relentless surge of rage and determination, refusing to succumb to the suffocating injustice. Napatawa ako sa ginawa nila. Napatawa ako sa ginawa nila. "Ang kapal talaga ng mukha mo!" Luxury's voice echoed through the room, dripping with contempt and accusation. Her eyes were blazing with anger as she took a step closer, her fury palpable.

His eyes blazed with fury, his jaw clenched, his anger barely contained. “Oh, come on,” he spat, his voice tight with frustration. “I don’t like you. In fact, I never did.” Tumawa ako. “Really? Well then, say that to my face,” I challenged, my voice firm, my tone unwavering. “Look me in the eyes and say it.” He hesitated, his gaze wavering, his anger momentarily replaced by a flicker of something else, something I couldn’t quite decipher. Then, he stepped back, his expression hardening, his eyes losing the playful glint. His voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

sabi nito sa pamangkin ko, tumango naman ito. Nililngon lingon ko sila kasi baka kung ano magawa ng batang yun at topakin yung boss ko, grabe pa naman ang mood swing nito. Napangiti ako kasi nakita ko na tumatawa ito, mukhang may kinukwento si Angel sa mga ito, kaya tawa silang tawa, mukhang nakuha ni Angel ang kiliti nitong grumpy monster na ito.

At hindi ko maikakailang nagustuhan ko ang nakita ko. I like seeing her getting angry. I like seeing her getting frustrated. Kanina pa siya nagpapanggap na kalmado at elegante. Mukha siyang mabait sa unang tingin, soft-spoken, at parang walang bahid ng kayabangan. Pero sa ilang salita lang ay unti-unti nang nababasag ang maskarang pilit niyang isinusuot. Tahimik ko siyang tinitigan, walang bahid ng takot o pag-aalinlangan. Kung iniisip niyang matitinag niya ako sa simpleng pagpapakilala pa lang, nagkakamali siya.

Coldness and anger are the only emotions that could be trace on his deep furious voice. " OPEN your eyes" he madly shouted. I startled when heard him stomped his feet angrily. And when i did opened my eyes, there....i met his very very red furious eyes. His awra was too dark that it bring chills through my veins. Maikukumpara siya sa asong ulol na nagpapagala gala sa daan. Para siyang nakahigh. Did he take drugs? His bloody eyes were too sharp. And the way he kills me in his stares scares the hell out of me.

Why are we together? Umismid siya saka unti-unting inilapit ang mukha sa leeg ko. Napapikit ako ng husto kasabay nang pagkuyom ng aking kamao. Nakagat ko ang ibaba kong labi nang marahan niyang halikan at s******n ang balat ko roon. Fvck, hickeys! Anger rushed in my system. Inipon ko ang lahat nang natitira kong lakas at itinulak siya. Mabilis akong tumayo at matalim siyang tiningnan bagamat balewala lang iyon sa kanya.

Nahihirapan siyang tanggapin na kasama iyon sa nag-aaway na mga damdamin sa dibdib niya para sa lalaking ito. Mr. Unknown sat on the couch, arms resting on the back and legs stretched out in front, almost exuding a relaxed confidence. However, she could tell that he was everything but relaxed. The man's eyes glinted with cold anger. Para bang may kinu-contain itong galit. Nakatutok sa kanya ang madidilim nitong mga titig habang umiigting ang mga panga. ‘Is he mad at me?’