Blossom Angry Novels & Stories

I came here to think and release this anger that I felt after I learned that I might be killed by someone but just now I’ve lost my temper because of this stupid man. I can see in his eyes how furious he is after what I told him. I think I succeeded in shaming him. I decided to leave and waste no more energy to unimportant people. I walked past him and I even heard him call me but I had no intention of looking back and arguing more. “F*CK YOU BITCH!!” [Bottle Breaks] What is that?? Bottles?? When I look back, there’s a broken bottle before me. I am even more surprised to see Ken at the back of that cheap guy.

"I wish I put that bullet through his fucking skull myself!" I inhaled shakily, reminding myself that getting angry in such a situation would only get me killed. The driver and the rest of the men in the car seemed to find my brother's death to be just as funny. Like he was nothing... no one deserves to die in such a manner, not even these tobacco-infused bastards! "You know what this means?" He dug the gun deeper into the side of my face, so deep I knew it would bruise afterward. "It means The Black Rose are no longer invisible!"

"My pups will never bow to your cruelty, and if you ever raise a claw toward my blood again..." The woman stumbles back three steps, barely saved from falling by her personal pack guards who catch her shoulders. "You dare touch my skin? You will regret this day, you miserable bitch!" she seethes, her claws extending fully as she prepares to attack. Blossom steps directly between us, her aura flaring with fierce warrior heat as she rolls up her embroidered sleeves. "Who are you calling a bitch, you arrogant hound? Just because your mate has silver doesn't mean you own these grounds—try me, and I'll tear your silk dress right off your back!"

The elder, heart aching, still had to ask, "Are you sure this will stop them from unleashing chaos?" "It's made from the World Tree. Their connection's cut, so they can't." That was the reply. The Demons' commander scoffed and said, "You're harsh with your own wives. Almost admirable, in a demonic way." "The Twin Blossoms of Ruin deserve nothing less," Rein said. Blood tears fell from my eyes; my every memory of Rein turned to dust and echoes. However, even with their research, those two harbored doubts. So, Rein leaned in close and whispered, "This is just to buy time. I swear I'll come to the Demon World to save you."

Riverbourne, Calvia. Bruce hit the rose garden at dawn—only to find a field of ash. The gardener was sweeping up nearby and looked up. "Mr. Jerkinson? You're up early." Bruce stormed over. "What the hell happened? Where are the roses?" He yanked the guy by the collar. "I was gone a few months. You torch them or something? Do you even know what those meant to Suri? What I put into them?" "Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself."

Dominic winced. Freya knew he was worried and moved closer to burrow into his arms. “It’s ok, I can hug you myself.” “Then…” Dominic began as he stared at her lips. “Can I kiss you?” "Dominic!” She blushed. “You’re pushing your luck!” She tried to squirm out of his arms, but before she could pull away, she decided against it and lurched forward to kiss him. Dominic smiled, and the look in his eyes began to burn with intensity.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

She stormed toward me and slapped me across the face. "You little tramp! You were about to marry my son but you're still messing around with another man out there! "Now you still have the nerve to come back?" She stood at the doorway, arms akimbo and fuming, while Willow played the pitiful act behind her, eyes brimming with fake tears, softly apologizing. "Eve, I never meant to get between you and Zachary." Zachary's mother was so worried and rushed to support Willow like she was made of glass.

I need to get up and make sure Blossom is safe, that she is okay. “I told you to get away from her! I’m not afraid of you.” She says, her little voice so serious and full of anger. “I’m just going to kill you and have my way with her, anyway. Might as well save yourself.” He says, sounding annoyed. There is silence, and I can hear Blossom thinking. As much as I don’t want this fucker’s hands on me, I want Blossom alive and safe. I need her to run. “Good girl,” he grumbles, his chuckle closer to me as I feel a mixture of relief and fear. Then my assailant cries out in pain, cursing as Blossom’s voice rings through the like an angered banshee.

She wanted to lash out, she was getting angry because he wouldn’t even let her state her argument instead he stood there looking at her like she was an idiot saying rubbish. “No?” “ No!” he shook his head and said more firmly. “You might not have my money now but, you can make it.” She wanted to claw his face, no, she wanted to rip it off and then dance on the ripped off skin. “And how in the fucking world does that work?” She was losing it. She had to stay calm but yet she couldn’t help it. Having him so close to her, invading her senses and yet annoying her at the same time was doing things to her.