Flippy Angry Novels & Stories

However, I got same reply again, "Wifey, Don't make me angry "

Flavius is the only one the enters the room with me; I briefly see Soren leaving as the door is being closed. "I apologize," I mumble, "I do not know what came over me. I was just so angry." Flavius sits down next to me, placing an arm around my shoulders. "I'd be lying if I said what I saw didn't disturb me. But from what I've learned about dragons, your rage can sway you to commit unspeakable acts," Flavius says quietly. "I cannot blame everything that happened on my anger," I stumble out.

“ No.” He raises his eyebrows in shock, surprised that someone disobeyed him. “ what did you just say to me?” “ I said no! I didn’t stutter,” I said, glaring at him. Then I flip him off. I was shaking as adrenaline coursed through me, the only that was powering me at that point. I couldn’t believe that I stood up to Adam. I had never flipped someone off like that in all my years of living. The barely restrained rage on his face made me realize that I had made a grave mistake,

I said I noticed she rolled her eyes but what did I care, she left angrily. I waited for another 20minutes before I sighted her bringing my order, while she was coming she clumsily fell emptying the contents of the tray on the floor and ofcos the Chapman splashed on me " wtf you piece of shit" why are you so clumsy?? I was so angry . Why is everyone trying to annoy me today, she tried to clean up the mess and I pushed her had and she went straight to the floor. I didn't fucking care

But she knew her chance would be small. “Stop moving!” The master yelled, “You can’t get away from me!” He leaned over on Leila’s back and spoke in a low, rough voice. “You dirty mongrel, you’re lucky to get fucked by me before your unavoidable death. Now open your cunt and let me in!” Leila cried out of pure anger. An utterly visceral scream roared from deep in her throat. She felt like her chest could explode. The master covered her mouth to silence her. “You fucking whore! Be quiet!”

“I’m sorry. I’ll get—” The charred hand moved as if the spear were a mere inconvenience. It reached over the coaming and tore the lid from the flare box. “Don’t,” Jeff said. He said it like it meant something. Fzzzzzt! The flare spat life. He shoved it into the torn-open gut of the engine, where oil and rag and vapour made a hungry choir. BOOM.

He was cooking a pot of chicken noodle soup for Anna. I walked past without looking at him, went into the bedroom, and pulled my suitcase out from under the bed. Anna had made it through the night. The small noises stirred her awake, and our eyes met across the room. Then something seemed to snap in her. She scrambled off the bed and threw herself at my feet, knocking her forehead against the floor over and over. "Please don't hit me. I'll behave, I promise. I'm good, I'm good, please don't hit me."

I could shrink into something small enough to be in your pocket, shrink even smaller when he continued, "I thought she was you." Piper snorted. "I'm hotter." "Okay, Pipe, don't get delusional," He laughed. I flushed. Flinn was a crazy one, a party animal kind of guy, but occasionally mean. "Anyway, it's pathetic, you know, that she's staying here. Doing a waiting job. She's not a dumb girl, just flighty and overemotional."

I relish the whoosh, leaving his lungs as he slams to the ground. Landing on top, I scramble, getting myself to where I can land a few punches. Fletcher’s fist catches me in the gut and then his elbow connects with my jaw, stunning me slightly. It’s enough for him to shove me off and get to his feet. Getting up, I don’t wait a second before advancing again, only to be blocked. His fist connecting with its target, forcing my lip to split. “You’re letting your anger rule your movements. It’s predictable,” Fletcher comments, adding more fuel to my fire.

She whispered, causing Flavia to bite her lip to hold back laughter. Phoebe turned around, reaching for her phone from her bag, and within a minute, the woman growled in anger. Gripping her phone until her fingers turned white. The two women standing on either side of her, who had watched the video in silence, now looked wide-eyed. "I told you I wasn't lying," Gladwin said again. "I won't apologize to you, Mom. Because I know my choice wasn't wrong. If you want to be angry, I don't care. On the contrary, I'll prove to you that your assumption about Flavia is wrong." Gladwin replied, still maintaining his flat demeanor.