Beatrice Stone Anger Novels & Stories

Another shout can be heard followed by a string of curses. "HOW DARE SHE!? How dare she disrespect me like that? I have never been spoken to like that before in my life and a stupid brat thinks she can do something like that to me and act like everything is normal!!!” "Madam, please calm down. I’m sure the young miss is like that because she has not gotten close to you!” Mary, who was present in the room as well, spoke hoping that it would calm the angered Beatrice down. “You’re right, Mary. But that brat seems to hold a grudge against me. She acts like she doesn't but the way she acts and behaves shakes me off somehow.” Beatrice thought back to the dangerous glare Rose gave her when she fir

Fed up with the supernatural that continues to find it’s way into my life, I turned back towards my house. “Rude one, isn’t she?” Dannika said, laughing. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are, waltzing into MY yard, like you own the place?” I asked, fuming. She stormed up to me, and got right in my face. “I am Lady Dannika Ciaran.” She said, like I should know who she is. “And that is supposed to mean what to me, exactly?” I asked, annoyed. Her lip curled, and she put her finger on my chest. “I am nobility, and you should treat me as such. You should also watch how you talk to your future king and queen.” She told me, raising her voice. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got angry. Before I could

She did not ask what he had seen. She already knew. “She is changing,” Nathaniel said quietly. Beatrice nodded. “Yes.” “You anticipated grief,” he continued. “You planned for fracture. Did you plan for resolve.” Beatrice’s lips pressed together. “Not like this.” Nathaniel studied her. “You underestimated her.” “I underestimated what anger without fear would look like,” Beatrice replied. “That kind of anger doesn’t burn out,” Nathaniel said. “It reorganizes.” “Yes,” Beatrice said softly. “It does.”

Beatrice added coldly. “Did you seriously try to play the victim?” Alpha Stone asked in disgust. “I may have failed as a father and I admit to it. But do not try to make yourself into some kind of saint. You are not.” “How dare you?” Beatrice shot back, letting her fork drop loudly on her plate. “I should never have listened to you, Beatrice, I should have spoken out, maybe then our sons could be here eating with us, but your ambition destroyed everything.” With that, Alpha Stone stood up and left the dining.

she said in a whisper. “It IS that bad. That’s what I’m trying to tell you! ALL my high end clients are gone. Every single one of them. Because of YOU!’ Beatrice’s face twisted and anger flashed in her eyes. “The only reason I offered to help was because your company was already sinking,” she snapped at me. “Yeah, well you’re the rock who just sunk the ship, Beatrice,” I hollered. In a rage, I picked up a lamp and threw it against the wall. It shattered, with shards of glass exploding.

She dug her nails deeper into my skin, and I feared it would draw blood. "He will see the marks, and it won't be funny. You know how cranky he can be when things aren't done the way he wants them to be." Thick silence hung in the air, and the anger in Beatrice began to intensify so much that I thought she would dig her fingers into my skull and gouge my brain out. "Damn it! I don't get him! He should have killed her and Logan on the spot instead of whatever sh*t he's planning on doing." She snarled as she shoved me away, and I rubbed my sore cheeks.

This guy is really testing me. I know for a fact that as a Psychology student, I should learn how to control my temper but I can't seem to hold it when it comes to Maze. It's as if everything he does has a big effect on me and I don't like it. He's pissing me off. And I am Gabriel Solzeek Thornton. I can't lose without a fight. The war has only started. I meed to make sure that I could get even. And I can't help but to smirk while thinking on how exciting this could get.

They needed to have this conversation, to clear the air, to set the terms of their future conflict. She walked towards his table, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She pulled out a chair and sat down, her expression calm but resolute. "Mr. Harding," she said, her voice even and controlled. "I didn't expect to see you here." Harding didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge her presence. He continued to stare straight ahead, his jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "I know you're angry," May said, her voice softening slightly. "I know you feel betrayed. But I want you to understand that I didn't do this out of malice. I did this b

"It doesn't change the fact that Valentine chose me. And it definitely doesn't change the fact that Drake is history and I'm currently his mother in-law." Beatrice’s face hardened, the smooth skin around her eyes cracking into deep, angry lines. Her nostrils flared as she took a quick step closer, her hand rising as if she wanted to grab my shoulder right in front of her guests. "You arrogant little—" Before Beatrice could finish her sentence, a shadow fell over the marble floor between us.