Novel & Cerita Beatrice Stone Anger

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

"So now you think my words are harsh? Then, why didn't you think your actions were shameful? Get out of my house right now! Leave our family! I don't want to see you here ever again. Get out!" Ophelia's voice rose with each word, her anger spiraling out of control. Beatrice stood her ground, showing no intention of leaving. Seeing this, Ophelia grabbed the nearest object and hurled it straight at her. Beatrice didn't even try to dodge. Instead, she closed her eyes, bracing for the impact. But the pain she anticipated never came. When she slowly opened her eyes, she found Hendrix standing in front of her.

He hated her to pieces! Scarlet's pretty ocean-blue eyes widened as she looked up at the man. Anger surged within her, but deep down, she knew he was a hard man. She had expected that he would cast her away. But she hadn’t expected him to treat her so roughly to this extent like she was a piece of dirt. Yet, something in her wouldn’t let go. “Bastian, please,” she countered, her voice cracking slightly. “We were—“ “Don’t show your face to me again! Miss Thompson,” he spat, storming off, leaving her stunned.

I disagreed. "If I have to toss my anger at everyone to get my revenge on that one person for taking everything from me, I'll do so," I said through gritted teeth. Astral walked angrily through the door, slamming it. My sensitive ears flicked at the ear-piercing sound. "I will not cease to get my revenge," I said out loud. I spot my commander grabbing his mate by the waist, forcing me to remember the passionate moments I had with my mates—now only sad memories—knowing I'll never get to experience them again. Before their lips could touch, I angrily left the window.

Beatrice angrily walked into the house. She had gone to Mr Emerson's house and the agents scanned her before allowing her in. Some of them couldn't help but wonder what was going on with her,,,because the way she walking was as if she was going for a war. She walked into the sitting room and there she met him reading a book. "Whatever business you have with your brother, settle it and free us from his threats!" She said, with so much anger in her voice.

There was none of the old envy. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life. "It was all because of Catherine! If it wasn't for her, how could I have suffered such humiliation?" she said inwardly. The more Beatrice thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't just let Catherine off. She thought, "Catherine, you're just a nobody from Casier, and you dare to offend me in Loxton. I swear I'll teach you a hard lesson." Beatrice walked to the side, her heart full of anger. She then took out her mobile phone and dialed a certain number.

One of them waiting for the other to slip up so that they take that as an excuse to attack but none of them are leaving a chance for slip up. "Sorry, Sasha VAHEMIR ", Beatrice voice makes everyone tilt their neck to face her. She is on taking a bow and holding unto her dress and Davil let go of Seb. Davil chuckles and that seems to make Aiden blood boil, he is pissed his sister stooped so low, so is Seb. He must wish he had knelt so that Beatrice won't have to apologize. Did he think he stands a chance against El mushacr? He can't land a single punch, not even in his dreams. Beatrice has changed, the war took a toil on her, it made me more respectful, level headed.

As she hit the speed dial number, Agnes’ pale eyes gazed down at the letters on the page. PRIMROSE MEADOWSWEET. *** Inside Beatrice a fierce rage burned. The focus was Emily, the mere presence of her made Beatrice want to strike out, to hurt her until the anger was quelled. She had woken from her faint, and saw her brother sitting beside her. The sight of him calmed her to a degree. All the time she was also aware of Emily on the other side of the deck. The girl was sitting on a storage box, glaring over at Beatrice. Emily’s eyes blazed and livid scratches from their brawl strafed her right cheek.

“First, I’m going to kill Serena. If it weren’t for her, Edmund would never have treated me like this. She took everything from me.” Anita’s grin widened, satisfied. “Then good luck with that.” As Beatrice stormed out of the car, Anita leaned back in the driver’s seat, watching her go. Her smile turned sharp and wicked. Perfect. Let Beatrice take the fall. Let her be the weapon. By the time Beatrice reached out to her old contacts for help—people just desperate enough to get their hands dirty—Anita was already planning her next move. ---

she said calmly, her voice reflecting none of the stress within her. Her ex-partners exchanged knowing glances, their smirks growing into bitter smiles. "Oh, I'm sure you are," one of them joked, her tone full of sarcasm. "But we all know you don't belong here. You're nothing but an unwanted, a lowly worker trying to pass herself off as one of them." Beatrice clinched her teeth and clasped her fists at her sides as she battled to keep calm. "I have as much right to be here as anyone else," she said, her voice tinted with rage. "And I won't let you or anyone else tell me otherwise."