Angry Papyrus Novels & Stories

CLARISSA Anger is boiling in me and it’s about to erupt. I don’t know who Vance thinks he is. The asshole abducted me, tied me up, spat in my mouth, and had the nerve to point out how wet I was. The thing is, he isn’t lying about it, and that’s what really pisses me off. I am turned on—really turned on. I’m like Niagara Falls, gushing at everything this man does and says. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

POV: Neoma The parchment was warm. That was the first thing that made my stomach lurch. A hard, wet flip. It didn't feel like paper. It felt like skin. Cured. Stretched. But unmistakably organic. It sat on the obsidian table, pulsing. A faint, rhythmic throb that synced with the blood rushing in my ears. The ink used to scrawl the dense, angular script smelled of wet iron. Old copper. "Read it," Nergal commanded. His voice was a dry rustle. Dead leaves skittering on stone.

Ishaq countered brashly "I hardly call that a rage, although you could feel the anger around him, it radiated like the fires outside." "That wasn't a rage. That was simply annoyance, much like what the grand Pharaoh's feel. They can't do any more than have their slaves whipped to within an inch of their lives," Mandisa paused in her work to fully acknowledge the young man. "They might be scarred for the rest of their days, or at worse, be incapacitated from pain while the open wounds heal, but that's all. If you ever saw him take justice into his own hands, then you would know true anger."

So I had memorized every single word perfectly. I stayed on all fours, took a deep breath, and recited: "I am Poppy the slut, My body is yours to do whatever you want, While I'm with you, I have no thoughts or feelings, While I'm yours, treat me like a cheap whore, Anything you have ever wanted to try with a woman, Anything you have ever fantasized about, I am here to make it happen. Use and abuse me anyway you want, A quick suck and fuck, Or a weekend of torture and gangbang,

A flash of raw emotion coursed through his veins, a potent cocktail of anger, frustration, and anguish, threatening to consume me whole. I crumpled the paper into a tight, furious ball, my grip tightening around the fragmented remnants of the missive. My jaw clenched, my piercing gaze fixated on the horizon as determination hardened within me like forged steel. The boundaries of tolerance had been breached, and the time for negotiations had expired.

- You see, after analyzing the appearance of this weapon, I came to the conclusion that this is not a creation of local craftsmen, most likely this thing is from the African continent. - Well, I don’t know how you came to this conclusion, but I think you know what you are talking about, bring me the chronicles. - Okay, I'll be right there. The man took short steps to the back of the bookcases, returning a few minutes later with a large, dusty pile of manuscripts, scrolls, and worn books. Together they began to carefully study the fragile pages. Julia's attention was attracted by an old papyrus manuscript, opening it, she began to read it, the words were difficult and the meaning often slippe

they grabbed Zoe by the arm and calmly said, "don't be angry, miss Zoe. take a deep breath and calm down. everything will be okay. "she's right, mis Zoe, you two are friends and to the same job, you will see each other again." Zoe was so angry that she didn't care about anything. her anger was stirring up inside of her, and no one could control her. she didn't care who she hurt. she slapped one of the makeup artists right in the face.

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the

Aunt Jules always told me how much I reminded her of her big sister. I placed the picture on the nightstand next to the bed and then I continued to explore the contents of the chest. The next thing I found was a tattered paper scroll. It was old looking and had a weird old, dirty brown colour. I picked it up and it felt grainy against my fingers. "Is that Papyrus!" Zander carefully took the scroll from my hand. "It is. WOW!" He said, he began to examine the scroll more closely. "What is a Papyrus?"

“You have no idea how infuriated I am by this stupid, silly question of yours. You heard me since morning that I have a fucking test to write in four or five hours away from now. Hell, you even know about it. That’s what I should be preparing for right now, but no, you succeeded in landing me into this terrible situation, and now I’m going to fail miserably, and my dad is going to come for my head because of you. I fucking hate you. I wish you never existed. I don’t care whatever you say, but I can promise you that if you ever try the stupid thing with me again, I’m going to fucking kill you. Try me.” My hands are moving briskly through the paper as I pour out all the frustration and anger i