Blossom Angry Novels & Stories

Beneath that anger, a sliver of guilt mixed in. My grandmother, however, burst out laughing. "This kid acts all calm and steady, but look at him getting jealous." Her words snapped everything into place. My anger vanished in an instant. I grabbed the charm and shoved it firmly into his hand. "But I'm serious." Chandler instinctively tried to pull back, avoiding my gaze. I didn't let him escape. I gripped his hand tightly and ordered, "Look at me." He froze, then obediently raised his head. There was a storm of emotions in them.

"The astrologer said, as soon as you sign here, your stars will immediately align with Charlie's. You… You have to sign… Please." I took the pen without hesitation and signed my name. As I finished the final stroke and lifted my gaze, I met Adrian's venomous gaze. I could see it clearly now—the signs of his decline were written on his face, darker and more defined than ever before. "Claire… Milton… You bitch, how dare you betray me!" he roared. He was about to lunge at me when his body suddenly froze. He clutched his chest, and his face contorted in agony. Then, he coughed up a torrent of crimson blood.

The way they stood together suddenly felt charged with tension. Her eyes blazed with anger. "Your Highness, what do you think you're doing? Do you believe that just because I'm a woman who broke off an engagement, I can be treated with such disgrace? Get away from me!"

"This girl is nothing but a homewrecker. I was about to marry my fiance, and she swooped in to play the damsel to steal him away. "She's been with a bunch of guys, a real pro at breaking up relationships. Don't let her looks fool you. "Why bother with the cops? I'm dealing with a homewrecker here, it's personal. You gonna call the cops on that?" As her clothes were being torn off, Holly shook with anger, desperate to speak up for herself. However, with her mouth clamped shut, all she could do was whimper helplessly. In the midst of the chaos, her phone was snatched away.

"Mrs. Cadell, even though you were the one who instigated your daughter to attack Liam, don’t you think she also has to apologize for following through with it? But then you went and had her transferred to another hospital without telling anyone…" Lucas cast a sharp look at Cassiopeia. "Since you had Anya transferred away, you have a responsibility to apologize to Liam on her behalf." Despite the heartbreak, Cassiopeia met his eyes head-on and did not back down. "Why should I apologize for something I didn't do?" Lucas observed the blood trickling down her cheeks and felt a stew of emotions brewing inside him. He went through the cycles of anger, disappointment, and heartache before finally

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

AVINA'S POV It felt so nice seeing his face display different emotions altogether. He was happy, confused, angry and super angry. I couldn't help but beam with happiness. Why am I doing this? I don't know but maybe because of the incident that happened on our honeymoon. I've been anticipating when I'd have my revenge and this day finally came. I see no reason why I won't make use of this golden opportunity. Kate just sat there looking lost because she was also confused. I said nothing but winked at her and she scoffed

While hugging, she examined the wound. "You are a mess because of me." She said. "I know, I am a mess and that's the last thing you need right now... But this mess loves you endlessly." He confessed without breaking the hug. A few moments later, they both parted from the embrace. "Ah Silly me... I should have proposed you with a fresh rose." He said while glancing towards the bloodied rose. "I am super okay bukka. You yourself said, that the person should not be afraid of thorns If they crave for roses...and I am willing to take everything for you. Even though it is a Black Rose With Bloody Thorns, I don't mind at all." She said.