Flippy Angry Novels & Stories

She dragged her by her hair angrily and slap her which makes one side of her lips burst. “When I ask you a question, you answer immediately bitch” she said angrily as Roseanne nods in tears as she held her cheeks in pain. “I can’t wait to see what your own death will be like” Angie said as she smirks and walk away to her room with Soberth behind her.

“You understand that you're unqualified.” “That doesn't sound like a compliment.” “It wasn't.” I opened my mouth to argue, then closed it again, because there wasn't a good comeback for a man who'd just insulted me and offered me a job in the same breath. This man was annoying. Extremely annoying. And, unfortunately, ridiculously attractive, which felt like it should be illegal in combination. "You start Monday," he said, before I could recover. "Monday?" "Yes." "But I don't know anything about the job."

Until I hear a familiar name, and a familiar voice that is. “Ohhhhh Flynn, yes”. “F*ck, you’re so wet”. And just like that, my pain turns into anger.

Both of us are so distracted and pumped up on adrenaline to notice the very pissed off Beta standing on the other side of the door. Before both feet have passed the doorframe, a fist connects with my eye socket. A hiss leaving my mouth before raising my own to return the favor. Ares savoring the crunch as my hand makes contact with his jaw. “What the hell, Fletch?” I ask, throwing him against the wall. In all the years of knowing each other, we have rarely been so pissed that we throw hands. “Charity,” he growls, his eyes flashing me a deadly storm. Fletcher is usually good-natured, rarely getting this upset over a situation, but when he is watch out. While he may be a Beta, he isn’t to be u

She wanted to throw up, scream, anything. “Angelie,” he continued, stepping closer. “You’re mine. No one can change that. Not even God.” ****** Back at the penthouse, Flora burst through the door. “I knew it!” she shouted. “When Tim called me, I rushed down here. This man is a psychopath!” Jeff looked up, startled by the loud footsteps. “Do you always stomp like that when you're angry?” he asked dryly. “I’m sorry. I just want to punch that long-nosed demon in the face.”

A giggle, for God’s sake. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, standing as rigidly as a statue, hoping to send the message that I wasn't interested in whatever nonsense she was about to pull out of her perfect little pocket of tricks. I stared at her with pure, unfiltered anger and hatred, letting it boil beneath the surface, like a cauldron of resentment ready to spill over. Flynn stopped in front of me, that infuriating smile still plastered across her face. It was as if she didn’t care that I couldn’t stand the sight of her.

He was young, hot-blooded, and quick-tempered, so he would explode if anyone poked fun at him. It didn't help that the jab came from Flynn, whose company was nearly on its last legs and on the brink. How could Flynn still carry himself like he was above it all and look at Malcolm like he was garbage? Malcolm hated him for it. "Shut up!" Flynn smiled coldly. "Your whole family begs for a living." Malcolm snapped. His anger turned his brain to mush, so he grabbed a bottle and started attacking. Flynn took a few hits before he started to hit back. The timing was right. He was impulsive, but he would never let himself fall all the way into a trap.

I shot back, but steps away, I heard him chuckle. “ You son of a b*tch!” I sneered and sent the torchlight flying in his direction. Instead, it knocks down a bottle. “ Woahh! Someone is angry.” I take off my flipflop and pranced towards him, climbing the couch with an aim for his head. He docks well, getting up, and turning away skillfully with so much ease that flares my nerves. I grunt in frustration, unable to land a strike. “ You know, you are a piece of shit!”

“Little brother, I can expl—” “Don’t you fucking call me that!” I snapped, cutting him off. My chest heaved with every painful breath, but I didn’t give a shit. “And don’t you dare come near me again. What the hell are you doing in here anyway? Have you come to finish the job? To finish what you started, you backstabbing piece of shit?!" Anger bubbled viciously in my veins as I glared at Flynn, my eyes blazing with lethal promise.

But how could he not turn angry when they both were ignoring his entire presence like he had turned fucking transparent? “Thank you,” Flora thanked Kyleen after she served her and Kester breakfast. Kyleen smiled at her. “Now join us,” Flora said to Kyleen but she immediately shook her head as she knew her sir was present there. “Come on, he wouldn't mind it, right?” she finally looked at him and found his azure eyes already on her. Just by looking into his eyes, Flora understood he was trying to act normal and control his anger which was a good thing. He was improvising in controlling his emotions, especially his anger which was exactly what she wanted.