Beatrice Stone Anger Novels & Stories

And that just made me more angry. Who the hell was Robert Lee to play games like this?” To threaten her — threaten my mate? A dark, untamable fury slithered its way within me, scalding and stifling, begging to be freed. I wanted to tear the bastard to pieces, to rip him limb from limb, to make him fucking pay for having the nerve to send that message. Beatrice’s breath quickened. She pulled away a little, but I reached out, clutching the edge of the table so tightly I was sure I heard the wood splinter.

“The hell I am.” Francis once more breaks a glass by throwing it to the wall and right a few inches away from Beatrice. Startling her a bit, but wasn’t enough to make her cower in fear now scream. Instead, she put her brave front up, clench her hands tight, and gritted her teeth. “I couldn’t believe what I am hearing and seeing from you. You are consumed by your anger and becoming stupid for the things that are simple and aren’t even hard to win from.”

She brought out the envelope in her bag and tossed it on his desk. Seeing that his mother was there and he didn't want her to have a say in his business, he moved closer to Beatrice and grabbed her arm, with the intention to take her to a quiet place where they could talk but Bea lost it the moment she felt his touch against her skin. She shrugged off his hand from her arm and hit him so hard on the cheek. Beatrice was still feeling very angry, she wasn't satisfied with the slap. Her eyes met with a half glass of water on the table and she reached for it, splashing the water on him after which she smashed the glass cup against his glass-walled window. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" Sh

"Is that all you've got, bitch?" Beatrice was truly consumed by anger. Regardless of who saw their fight, Beatrice charged forward and grabbed Bella's hair. It was no different from an enraged lioness whose territory had been invaded. Beatrice acted the same way. And so did Bella. She wouldn't let Beatrice beat her. She couldn't count how many times her foot kicked Beatrice's stomach, but she also winced in pain several times due to Beatrice's bites on her hand. This girl was truly insane.

Beatrice jolted, her smug mask faltering. "Shut up!" I roared, the sound raw, ripped from my throat. "Don't you dare stand there and throw that back at me like it's some twisted joke! Don't you dare reduce her life, her pain,to one of your games!" Beatrice's eyes widened, but I didn't stop. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the door handle, slammed it open, and rounded the car in a blur of rage. She scrambled back in her seat, her voice trembling now.

She quickly undid that knots with a shake of head. I pulled on a rob nearby and dashed towards my husband's office. I'm going to show him then he would never do something like this again. I opened the door and closed it. He looked up and gave me that lazy smile. I stormed towards him. I pushed his chair back his smile irked me more. Now his anger had died down but mine was only getting started. I pushed away my rob and undid my bra and panties right there. I sat on him. He kicked the chair further back till it hit on the back of the wall.

I commanded, and he rose, guided by my soldier's firm grip on his collar, leading the way through the ominous corridors. My eyes, fueled by anger, had turned black, a manifestation of the grief that gripped my soul. The cruelty of losing my first wife during childbirth and now Athena pushed me to the edge, even the moon goddess seemed indifferent. Halting in front of Damian's office, I unleashed my frustration with a forceful kick, the door swinging open with a haunting squeak. Inside, a doctor tended to Damian's wounds, wounds inflicted by my hand. The audacity to stop his bleeding while my heart bled with loss.

I could see the anger in Kelvin's eyes, and before I knew it, he lunged at Richard, fists flying. What the heck was going on? T.B.C Noeline.

He stepped out, his face twisted with clear irritation and annoyance as he looked down at her. “Why are you making such a racket?” he snapped coldly. “If you want the ring back so badly, why don’t you go look for Lyra and ask her to retrieve it?” Beatrice stared at him, her eyes widening with anger and disbelief. “Do you think I haven’t already tried? You saw how she acted! That girl is as cold as ice and completely heartless! Can’t you see it? She didn’t even care when I spoke to her! She acted as if that ring meant nothing to her at all!”

People shouted in shock and fear. I rushed out of the vehicle and saw Beatrice coming out too. "What have you done to my car?" I asked angrily. She walked forward, so unconcerned and unbothered. "Seriously?" My hands were so hungry to slap the nonsense out of her. "My sorry would be more useful to someone else than you." She stood so tall, and her chins were up and her shoulders were high. "Do you think I will definitely take this nonsense from you here?" I got closer to her.