Novel & Cerita Angry Cursed Emoji

He looked in an unknown direction, his facial features now morphed to fury. “Fuck you, Noosha! I know this is your doing! If you think you will fuck me up with this, you are so wrong!” he snarled exasperatedly, looking in an unknown direction. He looked enraged and livid. The frown between his brows increased. His face had cracks, especially around his eyes where fire embers protruded. The fire seemed to be rippling beneath the surface of his skin. He was the epitome of distorted and destructive anger.

Not just angry—he looks murderous. What the fuck is this, then?

"I curse all of you rich assholes!" "I curse you! I curse you! I curse you!"

AJ's jaw was tightened and his fist clinched. "Man,fuck off" he curses as he storms off.

Scarlett turned to face us, her eyes flashing with anger, and raised her middle finger in a crude gesture. "Fuck you both"

She wiped her tears and let anger fume in her as she screamed at him. “you know what f**k you!! f**k this!! okay !!! is this how you want it !! fine !! I just wish you were dead, both of you monsters!! dead!!DEAD!! F**K!!!” she said storming out of the room cursing out loud at them as they laughed at how angry she was.

"You look cute when you are angry." He chuckled. "I hate you..." She punched his chest with her small fists and he pulled her in a deep kiss again.

But then the line went dead. I slammed my fist into the table, my anger crashing down like a wave. "Shit!" I cursed, the helplessness clawing at me. There was nothing I could do but feel the rage surge through me, twisting tighter around my chest.

The tension was palpable, his very being consumed by a storm of emotions that threatened to break free. Kira's voice sliced through the charged atmosphere, her accusatory finger pointed directly at me. Her features contorted into a visage of raw fury, the contours of her lips drawn taut, a manifestation of the anger that simmered beneath. Her eyes, fiery beacons of rage, bore into me, a heat that seemed to sear through the distance that separated us, branding my conscience with an accusation that stung.

It only serves as a reminder of how broken I am. “For a woman you sure curse like a sailor” he says flatly. I look up and glare at him. Not understanding how cursing has anything to do with what we were discussing. Or what it had to do with me being woman. I retort angrily. Giving him a glimpse of just how colorful my vocabulary is. “If you hate my cursing that much, then what the hell am I doing here then? If you’re going to waste my time then you can take back your stupid offer and shove it up your freaking ass, you arrogant jerk”