Bad Tempered Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

The air in the room was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and the sharp, cold static of fear. On the center of the table lay a digital tablet. It displayed three high-resolution images: the broken balcony in Tuscany, the cooling bodies of the older Valenti brothers in the vineyard, and a grainy, blurred shot of a black SUV exiting a Roman parking garage. "The Valenti boys were fools," a woman whispered. She sat at the head of the table, her silver hair pulled back into a tight, severe bun. She was known only as The Matriarch. "They mistook a sleeping lion for a rug. Now, they are dead, and the lion is awake."

She picked up the call, wondering why she called earlier than she was supposed to. "Hello Amanda, I haven't gotten any…" Prisca said but was cut off by the alarming tone of Amanda's voice. "Hello Babe, where are you?" Amanda asked, her voice resonating loudly in Prisca's car. "I'm stuck in this traffic here. What's the problem? Why are you sounding like this?" Prisca asked. "It's this video" "What video?" "Of you and Clem in bed?" "What? How? I don't understand"

"Lexi you should go!" "Is this your roommate?" The girl asked, she didn't not seem uncomfortable being half naked infront of Debby. "No, he is fucking homeless!!" Debby said frustrated. "We were just playing beer pong yeeesh, Debby." Eric pulled a T-shirt over his head. "I gave you head though." Lexi added. "Shut up, Lexi!" "I can't believe you right now!" Debby said pouring herself a vodka shot. Breathing in.. "LEXI LEAVE!!"

Her khaki shirt was unbuttoned finger sternum because the heat was unbearable, and she was smiling at me with that infuriating, condescending, gorgeous mouth of hers whilst she held up a shard of pottery she unearthed. "I believe this belongs to the late Byzantine period, Dr. Owen," she said, her accent curling around my name like a cat stretching in sunlight. "Not the early Byzantine. I know it's difficult to tell the difference when you're… how shall I put this… visually impaired by your own ego." God! I wanted to push her into the tench and tear that stupid short off her. I wanted to win! Seven years later, I still wanted to win. But now, I also wanted to fuck her so badly it made my teet

Lusty men, alcohols, their dirty stares and touches on my body. “I gotta say, Vikram, you own mouthwatering things that I bet, must be good in taste too,” An old man said, flashing me a filthy wink. Did he use those words for me? I looked away, pretending like I never heard him. In my sight, I saw my boss' ice-cold face was now burning like fire hell.

You handled today beautifully. She stared at the screen. Then typed back. You’re watching closely. Of course, came the reply. Visibility is a habit. Clara exhaled. What do you want? she typed. A pause. Then: Balance. Clara laughed softly, the sound bitter. You mistake restraint for weakness, she replied. Another pause. Then: I mistake proximity for danger. Clara set the phone down. She didn’t reply again. ⸻ The next morning, the consequences sharpened.

a mild, unwelcome thrill mingled with it all, making my breath come shallower. I kept my posture rigid, forcing smiles when Sophia asked about cheer practice, my voice cheerful on the surface even as embarrassment burned hotter. James glanced my way again, his brow furrowing in mild confusion at my flushed cheeks and the subtle tension in my shoulders. He noticed something was off, but he could never guess the truth: that his little sister sat trapped between the Caldwell twins, her dress discreetly hiked, their fingers exploring her pussy while polite dinner conversation swirled around us.

If someone was out there, they were either desperate or stupid—or both. I turned away, shaking my head as I crossed to the kitchen. Tea. That was what I needed. Something warm, something grounding. I grabbed the kettle, filled it with water, and set it on the stove. The familiar click of the gas burner igniting felt reassuring in a way I didn’t want to acknowledge. As the water heated, I reached for the small radio on the counter and flicked it on. Static crackled, and then a smooth and authoritative voice broke through. No matter what time of day, you could always find some talk station yammering on the radio.

I remind him He shuffles his hand under the passenger seat until he finds something worthy of his attention. "What does ribbed mean?" He asks me, and I spin around to find him holding up a condom wrapper. Do you know what's more traumatising than imagining your parents having sex? Knowing that your teenage daughter has been having it in her car. I reach over and snatch the wrapper from Heath's hand, throwing it into the garbage bag. Wishing I hadn't seen it at all.

She looked away from the sinfully tempting creature and focused on the car and his assistant instead. “Matteo, the front bumper cover and the right bracket are broken. Other visible damage includes these scratches here beside the headlights and a dent near the fender here. I need time to assess any hidden frame collision damage and smoothen and fine-tune the vehicle as well,” said Freddie. Amy’s eyes widened with horror. That would cost her a lot! She wasn’t sure she had so much on her card.