Angry Birds Stella And Red Novels & Stories

Stella flares at me viciously, pulling me roughly and raining many slaps against my face as she rants and insults me to no end. While I keep screaming and trying to evade her solid hits, she gets angrier and increases the strength in her hands to pummel me. “Stella! Let go of her, that’s more than enough!” I hear Yasha call out to her but Stella is a short fuse. She listens to no rational voice in her rage and won’t stop until she sees blood to sate her malicious lust. She grips my face in her hard palms, glaring hatefully at me while I whimper and wheeze, unable to stable my unsteady gaze as I hurt severely from the pelt of her wicked attacks just now.

Her eyes narrowed at the approaching rogues, her muscles tensing in preparation for battle. Suddenly, she let out a low growl before from leaping towards them, her her body transforming into that of a massive red I wolf. The sound of snapping teeth and snarls filled the air as Stella joined in with her own angry growls, causing the two rogues to freeze in place and slowly back away their intended target. "I’ll leave everything to you," her voice echoed from the deepest corner of Stella's mind, a desperate plea that her wolf could not ignore. Stella made another menacing growl, a warning to the rogue wolves who threatened Elias. Without hesitation, she ran towards them, her large paws poundin

She threatened while maintaining her smile. “Yes, yes.” Stella answered. “Uh uh, not you. Her.” She pointed at me. Stella turned to look at me, begging with her eyes for me to reply. I stubbornly kept my mouth shut. The stones lowered again. “Yes.” I spat out, venom laced in the single word. “Good girls. Now leave.” The stones flew out of the open window. Stella rushed towards me and helped me get up. I glared at her. I hated her stupid smile, I imagined myself choking her to death while she begged for mercy.

I clenched my fists, the taste of loss bitter on my tongue. “No!” I roared to myself, anguish mixing with seething anger. I could see the enemy pressing forward with a grim determination, their eyes filled with cruelty. But what struck me most was the sight of Stella herself, striding forward like a dark queen, her cold gaze fixed upon the fallen men. At her side, Vivian moved with deadly grace, her every step measured and merciless.

The anger in her eyes penetrating through Silver like an arrow through paper. "You’re going to have to learn to shut the fuck up" Stella snarled, slamming her fist into Silver's stomach. Silver groaned from the sudden impact, the pain in her belly spreading throughout her entire being. "He is not going to save you, he is not going to even blink an eye at your demise. He is not yours, never has been and never will be.” Stella said hitting her again and again. “I am the one in control here and I am not letting you fuck this up, do you understand me? Do you understand me. You’re not going to speak to me like that, you worthless bitch." Stella yelled once more. grabbing onto Silver’s face pullin

It was a save Angel was waiting for, and Phil was an angel sent from heaven. " Angel, have you seen him?" Phil's voice was a music that saved the day, yet Angel got startled. She wasn't expecting Phil at that moment. But with his presence made her fear subsided. Her tears fell on her cheeks without warning out of relief. She felt grateful to Phil, yet she couldn't speak it out loud. Stella's face twisted in a demonic and fire-wrenching anger. " Damn it!!" She cursed. "How could this stupid boy ruin my plans?!"

She landed hard on the floor among the broken pieces, catching herself on her hands to keep from hitting her head. For a second, everything was still. The only sound was the soft clatter of the last few pieces of glass settling onto the stone. Stella looked up at me. Her face was no longer pretty. It was twisted with a pure, ugly rage. A low growl rumbled deep in her chest as she scrambled to her feet. “You have gone too far this time!” she snapped at me. I looked down at the floor. I used my foot to brush a shard of glass aside and smiled at her. I felt powerful.

“Oh.” She gaped at me as if she couldn’t make her mind whether I was Angeline or not. As Stella’s eyes locked with mine and we gape at each other, Aaron clicked his tongue and chuckled. “No, Stella. That’s Ava. She doesn’t even resemble Angeline. Those pups.” Turning his head to look at me, he dismissed Stella with a motion of his hand as if she were a stray dog. That son of a flea-infested chihuahua!

Throughout the entire afternoon, Stella was restless because Shane not only did not answer her calls, but also did not reply to her messages. If it had just been that, she could have convinced herself that maybe Shane was too busy and had not seen her messages. But the latest message could not even be delivered. As soon as she clicked "send," a red exclamation mark popped up in the chat box, saying, "The recipient is not your friend. Please send a friend request." Seeing this, Stella was so angry she almost vomited blood. She could not sit still anymore. She grabbed her bag and left the company.

His angry gaze brought us back to our senses and Stella was quick to get off of me. "Alpha." She began to cry "Silence! Not another word." His index finger hung in the air showing how angry he was.