Angrily Sentence Novels & Stories

Tumango-tango ito sabay pumalakpak pa. "'Yaaann! Ganyan ang reaksyon na hinihintay ko!" galak nitong komento. "Nasaan ang anak ko?! Ano'ng ginawa mo sa anak kong ha*up ka?!" sigaw niyang muli. Gusto niya itong saktan! Gusto niya itong patayin! Anger is an understatement to describe what she feels right now.

I heard her say which makes me walk faster. *'Dammit, Anghel! Get a grip!*

Anger rose within me and my expression darkened at once. "TAMA NA!!" I shouted at hinawakan ko nang mahigpit ang mga buhok nilang dalawa at saka ko sila itinulak papalayo sa akin. Napasubsob sila sa sahig dahil sa ginawa ko. I glared at them with a burning eyes and spoke angerly, "Punong-puno na ako sa inyong mag-ina. You are completely drained all my patience. Kahit buntis ako hindi ninyo pa rin ako sinasanto. If anything happened to my child, ANYTHING!! Ibabagsak ko kayo pariho." I looked at them with eyes that seemed to hold a hint of warning.

“Mukhang lasing ka.” “Hindi ako lasing,” sagot ko, pero medyo matalim ang tono ko. “Then why do you look angry?” tanong niya habang nakatayo sa harap ko, halos ilang pulgada lang ang pagitan namin. “Hindi ako galit.” “Talaga?” Tinaasan niya ako ng kilay. “Kasi parang iba ‘yung tingin mo. Para kang—” “Para akong ano, Marga?”

Umigting ang kanyang mga panga at tumalim ang kanyang mga mata. Angry. That's the perfect adjective I can use to describe the emotions I saw in his face, and God, that feels so good. Since it's very rare for me to get that emotion out of him because it's usually him who teases, while I'm the one who always gets angry, the feeling like I've won over him even though it wasn't that big of a thing felt so freaking nice. Pero ang sayang naramdaman ko ay kaagad na naglaho nang magsalita muli si Icarus.

Sigaw ni Maria nang maramdaman nitong biglang ipinasok ni Anghel ang b****a nitong galit na galit na. "I'm sorry pero hindi ko na mapigilan kanina pa galit na galit ang aking b****a. Lalong-lalo na naamoy niyang basang-basa ka na," bulong ni Anghel sa boses na punong-puno nang pagnanasa.

Sorry na naman? Dahil sa sobrang inis ko mabilis akong umikot paharap dito. Bumungad sa akin ang malambot nitong ekspresyon na noo'y minsan na akong naloko. Umiiling akong natawa sa pinapakita nito. "Shut up, you jerk! Quit saying that useless damn sorry! I told you, hinding-hindi kayang pagalingin ng pisteng sorry mong 'yan ang anak ko!" I exclaimed and let my anger out.

The words were flat, a simple accusation delivered like a blow. “I’m so pissed. I’m pissed at what you did. You did not tell me you would leave the house. I was worried, Elora. I was d*mn worried and pissed.” His growl filled the small space between us. Every word was edged with that rawness I had seen before—the kind of rage that trembled on a blade.

’Yung init ng katawan niya. I mentally slapped myself. Ano ba ’tong iniisip ko?! “You’ve got some nerve showing your face to me.” Every word came out sharp and deliberate, each one cutting deeper than the last. I froze where I stood — his voice alone was enough to make my stomach twist. He wasn’t just angry. He was furious. “What is it this time, huh? You here to ruin my life again? To cause another scene?” His tone was laced with bitterness, like every syllable carried the weight of everything that went wrong between us.

Lumabas naman si Rash na animo’y angry bird sa sobrang pagkabanas sa araw na iyon. “Damn, nakakabuwisit talaga kapag ganito. Talagang nagpakita pa talaga sa akin ang kamuka ni Petrang Kabayo na iyon. Buwisit na Fire ‘yan! Hinayaan pa kasi akong umuwi kagabi. Hindi sana mangyayari ito kung hindi dahil sa kaniya. Langhiya!” panay ang reklamo ng lalaki.