Are You Mad At Me Book Novels & Stories

Like, yes I’m mad about what they just did but I can’t just leave the house? Where am I gonna go? I don’t have a place to stay. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much? She won't drive me away from the house, right? She opened my door harshly and looked at me with madness in her eyes. “M-mom,” I said in a small voice. She is still staring at me sharply. Like a lion looking at its prey. Mom is really scary when mad. “M-mom, you can’t expect me to just accept your decisions especially that my future is at stake.” I reasoned out. I didn’t mean to shout at them. To argue with them, I was just blinded by my feelings that is full of hatred.

The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first. "Taking both of these." Ren rolled them up. "I take it as an illustration of your old home?" Two gave him a sad nod. "Hmm, ok. Come along now." Ren pulled the book to him and started to read as they walked. They made it out of the courtyard when Zero and Three ran up. "Can we come as well, Master?" Zero asked. Three just looked on excitied.

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“Peanut butter chocolate chip. Baked with love and possibly spite.” He reached for one, took a bite, and groaned. “Okay, yeah. You’re allowed to stay.” “Thought so.” I pulled my hoodie tighter around me. “I mean, the vibe’s good up here. Cold, but good. Very main-character energy.” Colby leaned back beside me. “Don’t let it go to your head.” “Oh, too late. I’m already writing the memoir. Rain: The Saga of Sarcasm and Emotional Rescue.” “Subtitle: How I Bullied My Friends Into Self-Awareness.”

Going in there would only humiliate me further. Trembling, I took off my heels. I walked barefoot, like a ghost, back to the elevator. I didn't feel alive again until I stepped out onto the bustling Fifth Avenue, the cold wind cutting through my clothes. My phone buzzed. An iMessage. The name dancing on the screen was the same man who had just called me a "venomous snake." "Elara, I closed a big deal tonight. Bought some prime steak. Come home early, I'll cook for you. Love you."

Ghost growls. I grit my teeth, shoving him back. I had done this to myself anyway, I had followed them to Adrian’s house to assure myself he won’t touch her, I had stood on her balcony like a fool. A damn obsessed fool who could not stay away. Maybe she is right to think I am a psychopath. Enough is enough. It ends now. The door creaks open, and Madam Lisa steps inside with a big stack of thick books that look like they belong in a museum. The covers are dark, cracked with age.

Flashback "Yaar, Minal I am here talking to you, and here you are sitting engross in your books.....put it aside......" Ishal said getting irritated. She takes the books from Minal's hand and puts them aside. "What's this aapi.......let me study..... I will listen to you later on......" Minal said getting frustrated, she was taking her books back but Ishal has put them far away from her approach. She always does this, whenever Minal sits for studying she makes her engaged with herself in talking.

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I forced the words out, my voice thinner than I wanted. Madison’s lips curled, her perfect hair catching the sunlight as she stepped closer, eyes raking me up and down. “Right,” she said slowly, her tone dripping disdain. “But you don’t exactly look like you belong. No wolf, no power. Just a plain little thing hiding behind books.” Her little circle of friends giggled behind her, like trained echoes. I tightened my hold on the books in my arms, pressing them so close to my chest I thought they might break. My throat burned, but I lifted my chin anyway. “I’m here because I belong, just like everyone else.”

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