Novel & Cerita Angry Hugs

And I really, really deserve this. “I know, I hurt you last night. You saved me and I insulted you. I know you’re angry with me and I also know that you can’t stay angry with me for long time.” I say while looking at him. He is standing with his back to me. I really want to hug him and say sorry. I’m sure if I do this, he will definitely forget everything I did, he will hug me back and forgive me. But I can’t do that. I have to control myself. I know it’s hard but I have to. He turn around and look into my eyes. He is stepping towards me and I’m stepping back, unless I collide with lockers. He place his hand on locker and still looking into my eyes. Now I’m totally out of my control. I wan

Unknown, mysterious, but safe. “Dora?” Angel called softly, gaining my focus back on her, and I could tell she seemed nervous. “Can I give you a hug? I’m sorry I’m just a person who loves hugs as much as she loves hot chocolate.. Are you cool with that?” The fact that she had to ask made a small smile from my lips. I nodded in response, and Angel gave me the best heartwarming smile I had ever seen before pulling me into an embrace. At first, I stiffened, but then I relaxed into her body, savouring the moment.

I asked in anger and fury. "It doesn't make any sense at all. I can't believe any of these things you're telling me Rain. It's completely atrocious." I kept hollering at the top of my voice running on the fuel of anger. My husband ran towards my direction and put me in a warm and soft embrace making me forget all my troubles. 'I can't fight him like this he does have his way with hugs that it reaches the very lowest depths of your mind and heart.' I thought as I calmed down finally after my outbursts.

I greeted as I took off my sleeveless T-shirt that was definitely soaked in sweat. "Stop calling me that!" She gets really angry when called something like that, a sacred word that apparently motivates Maureen to exercise desperately just to stay like an hourglass. "Pus..., here!" I offered a hug in my shirtless state and of course it wouldn't be granted if it was only connected through a virtual call. "Not funny, Angga!" It's not funny, but the look of annoyance that pursed my lips wanted me to make up for it with a playful bite. Too bad it's far away.

I рull him into thе mоѕt роwеrful headlock I саn ѕummоn. We hоld and wrеѕtlе, but hе gеtѕ in a sneaky uрреrсut. Mу chin ѕрlіtѕ. Curѕіng him, I рull away аnd wіре the blооd оff, mу anger swelling in my сhеѕt with еvеrу second.

Seeing my actions, his grip became loose on my hands and I pushed him. It was very hard to push him. When my gaze met with him, I saw anger. Saying no one rejects me, he kicked my teddy and left me there. Why does he have to show his anger on my teddy? After picking my teddy, I came out from there. He was standing there with anger eyeing me with hatred. I was still standing there and watching him.

Hugs me. "Thanks."

Familiar with his hiding spots, I climb down to the basement, knowing exactly where he usually goes. The silhouette of Miles' figure on the hidden balcony greets me. I wrap my arms around his waist, expecting the usual warm hug, but it doesn't come. I sense that I've hurt him, and I know I have a lot of apologizing to do. “Miles, I don't even understand why you're angry at me. It's not like I kissed the man. It was just a hug,” I explain, frustration evident in my voice. Miles sighs, turning in my arms and finally hugging me back. I can't help but compare his embrace to Alpha Xander's, feeling a pang of guilt for enjoying it more.

He was in so much anger. "He was my school friend" "Your school friend or your boyfriend?" "What?" "Yes, if he is your friend then what is the sense of touching and all" He is making me angry now. Is he mad or what? "Whether he is my friend or boyfriend, you are no one to question me. It is not your matter of concern whom I am hugging or whom I am kissing" He fisted his palms tightly and his face become red, so red from anger. I think he will burst on me now.

Angry. I swallowed the knot in my throat. “Do not touch me!”