Novel & Cerita Feisty Female

She said and then the two girls immediately back down. I look at them amuse. Never in my life I seen a girl who never back down to fight. "Hey you jerk! Stop smiling there! I won't report and you will not report too. Then this is over.! " She said the turn around. But I grab her wrist and make her turn to me "What the fuck?!" She curse at me "You might want to call me little feisty!" I said then I put my calling card to her. I walked to my car and the two girls settle again in the back.

I needed her to know she was mine. She would be a tough nut to crack. My mate was a feisty one. I chuckled. Feisty was an understatement. She damn near killed me, took down three of my warriors and an alpha. I held back my true power not willing to unleash it unless absolutely necessary, but still she was stronger than any female I had ever come across and clearly stronger than my damn wolves. That was saying something.

“Leave me alone. Haven’t you done enough?” Faye laughed. “Being heartbroken makes you feisty, doesn’t it?” The girls behind her snickered. Faye was one of the few powerful she-wolves in the shifter region. It made her popular, protected and entitled. She was my polar opposite. “I can’t do this right now, Faye,” I spat. She crossed her arms over her red bunny bodysuit that had been discarded on the floor while my mate rammed her from behind. The images flashed in my mind, creating a new wave of nausea.

It adds to her feistiness. She’s a total badass when it comes to fighting. Reflexes I hadn’t seen before, she could out manoeuvre her opponents in seconds. The range of her skill was incredible. She was as fast as she was strong. Nimble, athletic and sexy as she wore tiny work out short and a sports bra to do it, her hair in a ponytail swishing with every step.

Jana sat with her facial expression stern and unfriendly. One glance in her direction will scare people away. Although inside she's screaming like a crazy fan girl. Hailey Greystone is a warrior princess! Moves like one and does look like it. The female protagonist presented herself tall and gorgeous in all leather glory. Jana now had a full description of her in person. She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion.

It was the woman who came and gave her a slap the other day. “You bitch!” The woman lifted Faye, her eyes ablaze with rage. She harbored intense murderous intent for her sister. Faye was immediately infuriated as well! She let out a heavy grunt and began to attack. Even though she knew that she was no match for the woman, it did not mean that she would just subject herself to the indignity willingly! Still, she had been pinned roughly against the wall by the woman before her fist hit the woman. Moreover, the woman gave her a few ferocious slaps. Faye’s face wnet swollen from the slaps and burned with pain.

As I return my focus to the females, I am approaching the tallest beauty with chocolate skin places her hands on her curvy hips. "I will kick his butt! You are amazing," she says angrily, and I chuckle slightly at the idea of her fighting against the renowned Commander. She wouldn't even be able to handle a poke from his hand, let alone an all-out fight. But the human females seem just feisty enough to believe they could actually win. What they lack in size, they make up for in spirit, something I have come to respect during my years of fighting.

Brian snapped. "Alright! Anyway, I'm 200 percent sure if you're the one who has done something indecent to me," said the girl confidently. Her feelings as a woman are unquestionable. Even when her cat at home is pregnant, she can guess correctly how many children it will give birth to. "200 percent?" Brian pouted. "Let it go! This is my mouth. Why are you bothering?" "Couldn't you be quiet first? Later the picture is too late. I don't want to be asked to do it again." Wildan was furious because they didn't stop fighting. They were like cats and mice.

she said, as sarcastic as humanly possible. “May I have a moment of your time,” I asked, trying to sound neutral. “I don’t see why you’d need it,” she snapped. Calm Dawson, calm … breathe. Don’t let this female push your buttons. Trixie does it enough but she's the only one who can get away with it. “Please,” I asked, nicely. I gave her a charming smile. She rolled her eyes. These young females, so much anger and hostility. “I’m more than sure whatever you’re fixin’ to say ain’t gonna amount to a hill of beans. But, fine,” she said, moving out of the doorway.

How could the arrogant man also have a spicy mouth? “Heh!” Feby began to ruffle her waist. One hand holding a spatula pointed at Angga who was standing tall. “Do I need your comment, huh?” “Am I talking to you?” Angga casually said so. “You are-” “Honey, what's wrong?” Ares' soft voice made Feby quickly lower the spatula that almost caught Angga's eyeball. The woman immediately snorted in annoyance. “Angga here!” Feby complained. “He came in here carelessly!”