Chipettes Angry Novels & Stories

"Appala has a really bad attitude, I thought it was just gossip." "It would have been nice, but you will have to accept the niceness if the behavior is bad." "Chiffon is also there, maybe she's fighting for Travis again!" "You have no shame!" Chiffon's friend shouted and then she stood up from where she was sitting at the chocolate fountain, both of her hands were full of chocolates, the entire lower part of her dress and she was about to punch me, I backed away one after another and I thought I was going to be beaten so I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the next thing to happen but it seems like two minutes have passed and I still don't feel any pain in my body.

Vanessa growled, entering the dining area from the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Vanessa, you shouldn’t have had to hear that. Camille was just going to extend her apologies for being so rude and disrespectful, weren’t you, Camille?” I said. “I’m not apologizing for anything. Does the little puppy have a pussy made of gold? Is that why you chose her? Because I don’t see anything that special. The little chihuahua can yip all she wants, I’m not afraid of her!” Camille shouted, shoving back from the table and getting to her feet.

Angel's voice roared and even the angry Caspian was shaken by it. "Didn't you hear this bitch just now!" He said fuming again but Angel wiped his lips seeming too calm than I could comprehend. "Better watch your mouth Florentine before it lands you in trouble." He warned and she laughed silently digging into her food. Caspian seemed more infuriated by it and I swear I thought he would land a punch on her face if it wasn't for knight who stopped him by holding his arm. The man clearly had anger issues.

S E R I N E Being as aggressive as I always am, "Angelo, I swear I will cut your balls off if you don't give me back my chips," I was willing to kill for chips. Especially, Pringles. They had become my latest addiction since the beginning of this year, which was literally a few days ago. "Yeah right," he smiles at me revealing his dimples- that just adds onto his beautiful face. "Are you-" I furrow my brows, clearing my throat to say this louder. "Are you testing me? Me? Serine Santana Williams?"

You need to come down a peg, my dear… Chantelle trembled with rage. Her face flushed. She took a deep breath, trying not to explode, but her voice vibrated with anger: — You are vile! Vulgar! And you think you can treat women like cattle?! Raphina stood up in turn, clapping his hands as if mocking her: — Well, I must say! You've got character. I like that. It spices things up. — Don't ever touch me again! she shouted. The room had frozen. Customers were now openly watching them, some with indignation, others with embarrassment.

Groans and wails were coming from everywhere. A girl who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen stood on the table with her hands on her hips. She scowled fiercely and said in a soft tone, “Hmph, what Hell’s Angels? It should be Trash Angels! Every single one of you is useless. You can’t even produce a single decent warrior. With just this, how dare you call yourselves kings of the underground? Pah! From today, I will be your elder sister, and you will listen to me.

Anton followed right behind. As I got closer, my blood came to a boil as I saw Ashley and Madison chatting in a very friendly manner. "Ohhh... It's Zenia! We thought you wouldn't show up. And, oh, she brought company. Well, this is very interesting," Madison spilled out as her eyes landed on me. "Save it, Madison!" I knew how sarcastic that bitch could be. "Zen, why are you always so angry? You're always covered with such hate and anger. I know black girls are said to be angry and ratchet, with reason, of course, but what's your reason Zenia? My name is Madison, but I'm never mad."

she turned to the girls behind her who snickered in response and then back at us. “If Zach has so much to lose, then maybe he should prioritize that over trying to get into a straight boy’s pants. I mean he’s so pathetic and he doesn’t even know it.” Silence fell, but only for a moment as the sound of Gigi’s palm slamming against Brittany’s cheek echoed through the dense hallway. My jaw hit the floor. “Say one more stupid thing about my friend and watch what I do next.” Briattny’s friends huddled close, holding her up as her hand plastered to her face. Slowly she looked up at me and Gigi, face red and eyes hot with fury.

He laughed vigorously, shaking his head, “Then you should go to the executive room. Your friend Angie is playing with your age fellows.” His wingman returned her card and guided her to that “privileged room.” Watching the sight there made her gasp. Angie was cuffed to the wall and their college's most prominent boy “Rick” was hitting her with whip. Blood was dripping from red stripes of whips, diverting Charlotte’s attention but she managed to scream at him. “Stop!” Her yelling caught the attention of the group of unknown boys. Their tattooed upper bodies were bare as they were only dressed in tight black leather pants.

“Yes, arrogant assholes.” “Angie Allegretti is a special kind of asshole, isn’t she?” “Her and her mother are two peas in a pod. Viviana doesn’t appear to be as awful as the rest of them and I admit I like her foul mouth. It would be funnier if the comments weren’t directed at me but the others, I can’t take their shit.” “What do they all do for work? I mean surely Angie isn’t doing work for the mob.”