Beatrice Stone Anger の小説・ストーリー

Beatrice answered calmly as Ben shot her a sharp gaze immediately. "I do not approve of it," Ben said icily as he stared coldly at her. "You must be kidding me," Beatrice chuckled slightly at Ben. "I said I do not approve it!" Ben said angrily banging his fist on the table making a terrifying thud as Beatrice moved back shockingly before her face got masked furiously with rage while he stood up. "I don't want your damn job because I can't stand you for a second," Beatrice flared at him as her confidence began to have a toil on her.

I added. ​"Angie, you’re just getting revenge. I didn't say you should chase Mark or try to take him back. Are you crazy? He hurt you—why would you want to be with him? What I mean is, take a different kind of revenge. If Mark traded you for your cousin, then you should trade him for someone who shares his own blood." ​Her words hit me like a lightning bolt, triggering a sudden, dark shift in my thoughts.

I heard all about how one person looked at her the wrong way once and she killed them, no second thought she just killed them for looking at her the wrong way, but right now she's standing in our house holding the hand of a little! "If you would stop staring, Kiara is shy" Ebony says in a voice as sweet as honey, laced with the threat of killing someone if we don't stop staring at them. "Mommy" the little whines again, hiding their face in her neck. "I know honey, but mama have some work to do" Ebony calms down her little and turn back to us. "Now if we can get this over with," she says annoyed, uncle Dante looks at me before starting to explain things to her.

Beatrice looks at Clerophine for a second and then continues walking toward the kitchen. "I'm talking to you. Don't you dare ignore me!" Clerophine harshly pulled her back, so Beatrice suddenly slapped her because of annoyance. Clerophine was shocked because of what she did, Beatrice just stared at her. "Don't you ever dare touch me again?" Beatrice coldly said, which made Clerophine have goosebumps. But it won't stop her. "Why you fucking slapped me?! I knew it. You really that bitch who acts nice in front of my brother, but you have a dark attitude inside of yours!" Clerophine said.

Elara said, her voice dripping with absolute satisfaction. She leaned in close, watching Beatrice’s expression disintegrate. "What? Are you pissed? Does it make your blood boil? Then leave Silas alone and stop lying to yourself that you love him or want to be with him." Beatrice clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms, a wild, suffocating anger seething deep within her chest. This wench! This brazen wench! She has no shame!! She has no atom of shame at all!!!

Scent is simply the most honest language in the world. Mine, meanwhile, remains exactly where it belongs. Controlled. Anger has never been the enemy, uncontrolled anger is. The moment emotion starts making decisions for you, you've already lost. I remove a folded stack of notes from my jacket and place them carefully on the desk between us. Enough to be taken seriously. "I'd appreciate your cooperation with some CCTV footage." His eyes drop, money has a gravity all its own. He studies the notes for a second before looking back at me, then back at the cash.

Sandra retended like she wasn't even in the office, so she plugged in her earphones, this time increasing the volume to mute out Beatrice's theatrics Bias fate would have it, the woman managed to find her way through. "So this is where you came to hide, huh?" Beatrice asked angrily. She looked like she was having the roast of her days. Then again, she had just been dumped by Aztec because of Sandra, so she had every right to be angry. But what's she directing her anger towards the wrong person here? "This is an office you start. have some respect. and why the hell are you shouting?" Sandra said, and unknown to her, there was so much authority in her voice that the wolves in the office quiete

She gritted her teeth, frustration simmering beneath her skin. “Sharp tongue,” Beatrice muttered in reluctant surrender, then sat down. Facing Alicia, she said, “You must have seen the video all over the internet…” “I’m very busy,” Alicia cut in without looking up. “Get to the point.” Beatrice’s expression twisted, her cheeks puffing with anger, her face flushing red as she clenched her fists. Fury burned in her chest, but she forced herself to speak through gritted teeth. “Catherine, I am at least older than you. If you refuse to acknowledge me as your stepmother, then at least show some respect for your elders.”

Or I'll finish my shower on my own 😉 ] Stone chuckled softly. Stone: [Someone seems to be in heat. Too bad that shower can't be pulled down, baby. May: [That’s too bad. Oh well, I can still use my own hands, right?] Stone: [Don't you dare satisfy yourself without me there, Mrs. Black! Stone quickly typed. The only reply Stone received was a sticker of another bunny laughing. With a tense face, Stone turned to Angelo and said, "Floor it, Ange!"

Walking through the door, Beatrice helped me; Steve and Sean sat waiting. "Ooooh Shit, now I'm in trouble." I try laughing, making it a joke, but unable to, Beatrice plonks me on a chair with them, her eyes filled with anger. "You both really fucked her over; you realise that, right? Both of you playing with her emotions like she is a toy." She glared at them before walking out, both of them looking at me. "Go on then." My words slur as I wait for them to tell me what was going to happen; just don't say they both have chosen to walk away from me.