Flippy Angry Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ginger compliments, “if I was gay, I’d definitely ask you out on a date..” “Oh really..” I joke.. “Totally..” she winks at me before laughing. I laugh along too. We were broken off by Flo clearing her throat, “As much as I’d like to stay here, I better leave..” she says putting her shoes on. “What? So soon?”

"However, I have to try. He sounded like he was in so much pain, I don't want to see him so sad over this especially when he is such a wonderful person. He is handsome, smart, kind and gentle... There's so much more going for him than just his voice and I hate it that everyone can only call him a defective siren because of the one thing he couldn't do. Everybody has at least one thing that they're bad at, why do people have to criticise him for this?" It was rare for Floopy to get angry and Klick didn't think this angel was capable of getting angry. Seeing the panotti getting so riled up for Syris made Klick slightly worried. He didn't know what sort of reckless actions Floopy will take. The

Rumors would eventually get borring right? "Rouge." A voice I dreaded called my name as I walked into English class, I looked up to see Flint. If he wasn't such a ass he would be the closest to my type in this whole school but he was also the main reason I hated school. His shaggy long hair was pulled up into a man bun saying he was looking forward to sparring today. His hazel eyes met mine as I sat in my desk hoping whatever he was about to say wouldn't piss me off to much but as always that wasn't the case. "I heard you hit Duke for calling you a future pleasure slave." His cocky attiude always got my wolf pressing against the barrier and the fimliar pressure begain to build. Something abo

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the

he yells angrily "What do you want me to do?" I say back angrily "Believe me? Like trust me for once in your life. I get that I'm not rich like you and I work for you but not trusting me is just_fuck!. I can't believe you Jane,how many times must I prove to you that I love you and will never hurt you" he yells angrily again. "Flynn... trying being in my shoes. How would you feel if you saw this headline about me" I ask

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.

These last words of his caught me off guard. I slapped him hard again. This time making sure the blood underneath his white skin evolves. " How dare you?? You bastard!! You filthy bastard! Get this man away from me and make sure he never sets his feet here again. Go against me, consider yourself fired! Do you hear me!?" I spat angrily. "Yes ma." I saw them trying to hold Flynn bit he wriggled out of their holds. It was obvious they were scared of him. I couldn't let him see me like this. my tears were already threatening to fall.

He twists head the way an adult dog would do when attacking. “Ladies and gentlemen, fluffy has his opponent – the pillow – down but can he keep him down? Oh, he twists to the right and he twists to the left. There’s definitely no hope for poor Mr Pillow. Fluffy goes for the countdown – 1, 2, 3. That’s it people, meet the new champion of the world….FLUFFFFFFFFFY!” I pretend to be a wrestling commentator.

**Aiden's POV:** The door to Amira's apartment closed behind me with a resounding finality. I walked down the dimly lit hallway, my footsteps echoing in the emptiness, but my mind was anything but quiet. My hand still tingled from the force of the slap, the image of Amira's shocked face seared into my memory. I hadn’t planned on hitting her—I never wanted to hurt her like that—but the anger had surged, uncontrollable, leaving me with only the aftermath of my own impulsive actions.