Flippy Angry Mga Nobela at Kwento

as she pointed her finger at the person. angrily Flora started to say something, but Diana cut her off with a powerful slap. "I'm..." Flora started again. She let out an angry shout, "How dare you try to talk back at me?!" Flora reached out and gently touched Diana's cheek as she looked at her. Flora went down after another slap from her, and she yelled at her to "Stop looking at me with those fucking eyes!" Diana grabbed her hair Flora cried out in pain, "Ahh!"

Fleurie hurried back to her chambers, fuming. She was beyond angry. Nothing was working! Slamming the door behind her, she let out a muffled scream, gritting her lips! It frustrated her to no end. That didn't work to help alleviate her anger. Needing an outlet, she began throwing things to the ground, watching as they shattered to the ground. There was just no way! How could she be stubborn?Sitting in the middle of the rubble, Fleurie gnawed her lip, tears stinging her eyes. She angrily blinked them back. Why isn't anything working? Is she really that invincible?

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"

Unless he had x-ray vision, he was just being an ass. Struggling to get a grip on her quickly rising anger, she snapped the file folder against his chest. “Do you want to look at it? Or do you want to continue staring at my breasts like a pig?” That ghost of a smile spread into a full smirk. “I think I’ll keep staring at your breasts like a pig.” “Well, that’s lovely.” “They sure are,” he replied. Vanessa took one deep, even breath. “Mr. Harper, I’m here—”

Now that I was moving farther away from Vex my fear was quickly turning into anger. I allowed the anger to flow through me. It wasn’t fair that once again I had to turn everything upside down to get away from him. I was really starting to enjoy my life. Granted Mentone mainly had older people, but they were kind and generous. I was enjoying the peace and quiet of the mountains and loved seeing the waterfall. Even the small apartment had been nice. I enjoyed sitting in the recliner learning to cross stitch, and just listening to the sounds of nature floating in the open window. My anger grew as I realized I forgot to grab my cross-stitch supplies from beside the chair. Damn Vex for all of thi

His voice cracked as a sob ripped from his throat. I looked at him painfully, gulping as I held back my tears. I hate this feeling, I really do. It's what I hate a lot, when my anger turns into tears. "Stop making me feel guilty, damn it!" I flamed out. "I don't believe your words anymore, Zacharias! You're a fucking liar! Didn't you remember how you said you hated liars? Well, you're one of those!" "Why didn't you just leave me dying in the hospital back then and let me have a peaceful life working as a waitress with my stepmother rather than going back?" I spilled all the pent-up anger I had been hiding, and Zacharias can tell just by my pained cracked voice.

Lumpy attempts to intimidate me. The manic laugh leaves me before I can stop it. I wipe off the imaginary tear as I shake my head, “you can’t surround a lion with a bunch of lazy sheep,” I laugh out and flip them both off. “Don’t be scared of me, guys. It’s up to you what you do. Run or come at me. Oh, flippity-fuck, how I hope you are to choose the latter one. Come on, try me, baby. Fuck me over.”

but how's she going to fight who seems bigger than her she struggle harder to free herself but Desmond big body is not easy to push away. frustratedly, Desmond stop what he was doing and gives attention to the little woman in his captivity. he was obviously angry at the disturbance " what is it ?" Desmond asked with his face creased " i want clean up " " not yet " Desmond didn't bulge about her complain rather did he pay mind to her little tantrum, he tilted his head and continued what he was doing. he even went ahead to stick his tongue in mouth savouring all the nook and cranny

He clapped his hands loudly, startling me. I, also, might have let out a girly shriek of surprise when Flinn lunged at me. I dodged and got into something resembling a fighting stance as Flinn turned to face me. There was a cold smirk on his face as he straightened and walked towards me at a purposeful, yet slow pace. My hackles rose with irritation at the underlying mocking at his pace. I can do this, I told myself, and prepared for his attack.

Cow-lick hair no longer laughs, but cradles his arm. I get up completely and open my mouth in a grotesque grimace. "Are you laughing at me, Fluffy ?" I snort and bare my teeth. I stand still and assess the opponent. The blow has made me come so much back in control, that I am no longer blinded by rage. I am in control again and can change if need be. But I don’t dare to do so as long as the psychopath stands before me. Who is he ? What is he ?