Fiesty Novels & Stories

Kit snapped, irritated. Despite the warnings, one of the girls turned to Bienley with a contemptuous glare. "Devon is wasting his time with you. Filthy gay. What can you offer him? Your filthy ass? Disgusting!" She snickered with pure mockery. "What did you say?" Josh muttered through gritted teeth. The way he clenched his fists indicated his rage. However, before anyone could react, Bienley stood up and placed his hands in his pockets, staring directly at the girl who had insulted him.

Thus, Xeyda wondered. Without hesitating, Zaykee jumps off from the wall inside. He was spinning his body diagonally while falling to Xeyda. When he feels like it was already two meters apart from him. He outstretched his right hand and formed a clenching fist. Moreover, his right fist to his right arm was covered with fire. In conclusion, he smiled amusingly, took a deep breath, and smacked Xeyda's face using his burning fist. "The fist of a flaming tornado!!!" He also shouted together with his ultimate attack.

I roll my eyes at him and pretend to look away from the duo. "She's quick." Ryder piques behind him and it takes everything in me not to beat the kid to a pulp. 'That may be because she's a freaking spy.' "Yes, she knows she can't possibly make a huge guy like that fall unto his back, so she'll wear him down instead." Cedric adds nodding. But Feisty over there has a little more tricks up her sleeve, because as the big guy moves in for a frustrated low blow, his rage blinding him, every one - which include myself, Cedric, Ryder and her partner expecting her to swerve out of the way again, but she shocks us by bringing her knee up in a counter attack. I narrow my eyes, confused.

The boss's face looked sinister, and Eloy could already tell it was because of the boss's beautiful maid. Feli snorted in exasperation, then started walking with Jerrald's briefcase in her hands. The girl followed Eloy's lead. "Who told him to insult me like that?! How dare he call me a hick! A Felicity Jolicia hick? You don't know my life before this damn mission I'm on, Mr. Stingy! I'm not a hick! Damn it! If he knew that I was tired of going in and out of fancy buildings, he would be ashamed of himself for insulting me like that!" grumbled Feli in between her footsteps.

“I gave Hayley orders regarding you. You are not to set foot again in my mansion, and I don't want to see you anywhere near my wife.” An indescribable glint flashed across Fiyero's eyes, and he looked away, shaking his head as if to clear it. “I am not interested in viles like that,” he said flatly. “I have too much honour and too much arrogance and you know it.” I recognised mockery too well to overlook what Fiyero was implying. I could feel my anger crawling into my veins again, my bloodthirst returning. “What do you want Fiyero‽” I couldn't keep my voice down, and I gave up the attempt.

For a couple of hours, Anna had modeled her favorite fetish wear while I was tied to the bed enduring the FIST edging me to the absolute brink of oblivion. There was a little button on the side of the FIST, labelled "Blast off". If only I could reach that magic button. Pure torture.

I can’t hear them talking but I think that’s about getting Felassi. I saw the man laugh and Celeste turned into a lion out of anger. Just a few minutes later she punched it hard in the chest. Celeste gasped because of what she had done. Celeste's significant move was made by her again. That’s one of Celeste’s most famous moves especially when she’s furious and can’t control herself.

On the way, Fia stopped again, "No, that guy is too detestable. His stepmother is bad. How can he think that other people's stepmother is also as bad as his stepmother? I have to beat him up to vent my anger!" Felix pulled her back and his small face sank, "Why did you beat him up?" "That mouth of his really deserves a beating!" "Are you afraid? Afraid that we would become like him, so you especially hate him for wanting to beat him up?" Fia refused to admit it. "I am not!" "If not, why are your hands shaking?" "Who is shaking?" Fia shouted at him, "You said my hands are shaking. What about you? Why are you so fierce? Are you afraid too?"

he remarked pompously, and I knew he was one of The Black Mafia, Jackson informed me they are pompous, arrogant, and nasty, and I made a mental of it. "You're so full of yourself," I say. "That's because girls swooped down on me like a bird." He went on to say. "Oh hate to irritate your ego, but I am not one of them, now get lost," I grumbled. So fucking obnoxious bastard. "I like your fierceness." He sat down and ordered a drink as well. "And, by the way, you have the most piercing stone grey eyes I've ever seen. I adore it." "Is it a compliment I should appreciate?" I inquired.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.