Novel & Cerita Beatrice Stone Anger

Beatrice stormed inside still soaked. Still looking like she was seconds away from committing murder,the garage door slammed shut behind her. For two minutes neither of the two spoke,the air between them became tense immediately. Beatrice's chest rose and fell rapidly,her breathing echoed through the silent garage. Colt simply watched,waiting,observing. Trying to determine which version of insanity has arrived tonight. "You." Her voice dripped with anger. Colt said nothing. "You think is funny?" Silence. "You think walking away made you some kind of hero?"

Not when he's looking at me like that. “I'll wait for you in my car.” He said calmly and began walking off. It took seconds for his words to make sense. What? I rushed inside the office and came to a sudden halt. Madam Beatrice had just thrown her flower pot on the floor and it shattered into pieces. She was going through an anger fit. Why? What did he do to her? “That man is a devil!” She barked. “I don't care what anyone else says. Cristian Anderson is a devil that crawled right out of the pit of hell. That bastard!”

This caused a loud uproar among the soldiers. “What are you saying?!” Beatrice shouted angrily. “When Alpha Stone and his army come, you won’t be strong enough to resist him since we have been divided. Your friends and families would suffer for this. Think, soldiers! Do not be controlled. Think for yourselves!”

“Just because you’ve managed to fix your face, and just because you finally learned how to dress like a civilized human being, it doesn’t change the trash you are on the inside. You were a low-class loser when you left, you’re a loser now, and you always will be. With your pathetic, third-rate education, you will never amount to anything. Let alone represent a dynasty like the Gordons. Get a reality check, you delusional little girl. You don’t belong at this table; you belong in the gutter.” “Mom!” Damon barks, angry on my behalf. “Stop it. That is enough.” But Beatrice doesn’t even look at him. She keeps her eyes locked on me, her chest heaving with angry, shallow breaths, waiting to see me

Beatrice leaned forward, her sunglasses slipping slightly down her nose, revealing eyes glittering with rage. "I don’t care about precision anymore," she growled. "I want them destroyed. I want them to feel what we felt — no, worse. I want Antonia to watch her precious life crumble to ashes." Federico studied her for a moment, then chuckled darkly. "You always were dramatic." Beatrice stiffened. "This isn’t a game," she snapped. "I’m serious. We need to end them — all of them — once and for all." The smile faded from Federico’s face.

Axel said, looking at her with pleading eyes. "I do not think there is a man as perfect as you. It is rare to find a man who wouldn't mind the danger with which she is concerned and would then come to save her life. I want you to love me more than you love my sister.” Beatrice declared, closing her eyes for a while and opening them back. Beatrice was clearly using her anger to fight and take revenge on her sister. She couldn't just give up on her plan. There was nothing that could make her change her mind; she was going to fulfill what she wanted to fulfill concerning her sister.

She told Pearl everything concerning her marriage with Kendrick, and all Pearl could do was console her. “That Kendrick is trash. Just say the word, and I will deal with him and his family and avenge you! I hate trashy men!”. Beatrice declared. She was furious. “Yeah. Say the word, and I'll deal with that guy for you, sis!”. Barrett supported Beatrice. He had been suppressing his anger and was now ready to let them out. “Count me in!”. Garrett nodded as he said to Vivianne. He clenched his fists and was ready to fight.

I said, eyes glaring at her. Beatrice’s chin went up at the insult. Eyes narrowed, she threw back her head, glaring up at me with simmering hostility. “And you are just as arrogant and judgmental.” A hissing sound of irritation escaped in my clenched teeth. “Also, do you know,” I drawled, “how incredibly boring is this ugly-duckling routine of yours is?” Her amber eyes lit up like a beacon with anger. “Oh, I am so sorry to bore you.” If she’d been some long-legged lissome beauty with a plastic bob attached to a skeletal clothes-hanger frame, I would no doubt make allowances for an IQ in single figures.

This two are pains in my neck, the anger started returning. "Stand up right now before I do nasty things to you". I yelled banging my fist on the table, they flinched. Just then Beatrice grabbed Angel's hair from behind..."Are you deaf or something, get your stinking fucking ass off here". She said pulling it more harder. "Argh we will leave". Angel manages to say, she left her hair, they pack their trays and left but not without them shoting us a bad look... "You saved them". I smirked, sitting back.

Beatrice’s POV It might look like I’m all in on the fight in the cage, but honestly, I’m not really absorbing any of it. Every now and then, Flint leans in to whisper some strategy, and I just nod, even though his words barely register. The anger inside me is like an endless pit, all aimed at Nolan. I know it’s not rational, but I can’t seem to rein it in. His face in the hallway, his role in trafficking women and children, and the way he’s so into the fight like it doesn’t matter at all—it's all just fueling my rage beneath the surface.