Angry Papyrus Novels & Stories

Their deep voices were very low, incredibly angry, and full of a dangerous suspicion as they muttered among themselves. Stone stood right in the absolute middle of the large crowd of angry men, looking exactly like a massive, dark storm cloud that was about to rip the entire camp apart. He was holding a small, crumpled piece of paper crushed tightly inside his massive, tattooed fist. His rugged face was completely dark with a wave of pure, unadulterated rage that made every single prospect in the yard step back out of his way.

The palm of my hand feels burnt, it is so scalding like the embers fall into my palm, plus the anger in my chest is making me boil. “Don’t you ever dare to say that” I exclaim full of anger, my eyes bulged like they were about to out from their place, falling down to my cheeks and land to the last destination, to the floor. “Don’t you ever dare to insult me!” I yell full of fire, the fire in my eyes burns my soul and I truly want to kill that man like I am the psychopath.

he shouted angrily, and without wasting any time, he jumped on top of her, throwing her onto the sofa with his strength. "Let me go Christian!" she said. Her mouth, however, was silenced by lips that began to devour her passionately and furiously. Anger: an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything upon which it is poured. Seneca

Not with power, but from the anger that was manifesting inside me. I walked towards the armchair, closer to where we were standing. My anger boiled under the surface. Looking at my hands, I noticed they became paler. The anger that was just surfacing a second ago, just vanished, I couldn’t feel it boiling. It was as if someone had put it out

y, suddenly angry flying clean. The face is white, the five senses are delicate, and at first glance, it will feel not very good, but those round black eyes, small long eyelashes, drooping eyes, look really docile, don't know what to do. Why, when he was looked at by those eyes, no matter how angry he was, there was no room for anger. Sweet Pea is too lazy to maintain a good expression of hypocrisy, throwing the problem back to him: "What is what"

For a brief moment, it was as if the past and present had collided, and she was caught in the middle. She clutched the letters tightly, her anger mounting as the words echoed in her mind. "Andrew, you are a liar!" she suddenly yelled, her voice filled with betrayal and frustration. It was as if the letters had taunted her with the past she wanted to leave behind, and she couldn't bear it any longer. The anger surged through her like a wildfire, and in a fit of rage, she tore the precious letters into pieces, each rip felt like a release of pent-up emotions. In her fury, she watched as the pages scattered like ashes, a symbolic act of closure to a chapter in her life.

The the thin, cruel smile spreading across her face made me want to scream in rage. "I won't let you call me names," I managed to say past the anger that seemed to clog my airways. Rosy scoffed, waved a hand dismissively and reached for her newspaper. I tasted fury like hot, burning metal on my tongue. The rage came from inside me. It threatened to consume me from the inside if I did not let it out. Without meaning to, I took a step towards Rosy who was flipping the pages of the newspapers but staring at me with a mocking expression in her eyes. My hands began to shake.

CLEOPATRA'S POV I laid in my bed, turning endlessly as the annoying moans from the visitors room. “Ahh Daddy! Harder!" Her erotic moans flooded the air. Her tone was breathy, hinting at ecstasy. My body trembled with rage. I grabbed my pillow blocking my ears with it, but still the moans persisted. I grumbled, punching the bed angrily as I rose to a sitting position, anger welling up in my chest. “Gosh! just shut up," I yelled to myself, trying to compose myself, yet my anger only kept creeping to the surface.

She didn’t care who it was, her eyes were wild and angry like she was watching her entire world crumble right in front of her. She angrily pulled the paper away from the board and ripped it apart with shaky hands. She then crumpled the thin pieces of paper between her fingers. “This is you guys fault!” She angrily snapped at the boys, her eyes red with anger, her voice shook and her frustration was evident. “Kiara won because of you!” She turned to me with a venomous look in her eye, and every other person turned to me, too. My breath caught in my throat, and my chest tightened so painfully it made it hard for me to draw in air.

Well you are behaving like you did when you hate fucked me "Stop it " No "Cleopatra I felt my rage building up and I didn't want to pull the same stunt I did when I threw the vases of flowers against the wall . I was pretty peeved and I felt like crying because I was being distan "Angelo " I don't like sharing " So do I