Flippy Angry Novels & Stories

said Flax with an evil grin . Justin glared at Flax for what he just said and totally snapped . He was really angry and suddenly grabbed Flax's punch . Flax was startled to see his sudden change . When he looked at Justin's eyes that were filled with anger , he felt an uncomfortable chill all over his body . " Don't you dare to speak about my mother like that ! " said Justin with an angry tone . " Does the truth hurt you ?! " said Flax with a smirk , trying to not show the pressure he felt from Justin's eyes .

I didn’t have control over my body as I took a swing at her. I was equal parts angry and relieved when she dodged. “What the FUCK!?” My mate demanded as she showed great skill and how limber she was with a back flip away from me in HEELS! Fuck if I weren’t so irrationally angry, I would be impressed as fuck.

Floral poured out in anger “Don’t you dare say Melanie is stupid” Carl said as though that was the only thing he picked from the entire thing Floral said “She is a fucking stupid slut, who has no regard for anyone, and I wished she died in that accident” Floral said Carl slapped Floral so hard that she fell on the couch “You dare slap me because of that gold digger?” “You are the gold digger her Floral, and if I ever hear Melanie’s name from your mouth or I hear you say anything negative about her, I promise I will disfigure you ugly face” Carl said angrily

’ For the first time since today, anger fills me instead of sadness as I think about all this, and I find myself talking out loud without even meaning to. “Well, asshole, you should have thought of that before you and your girlfriend decided to pile the jobs of five people, along with other numerous unnecessary tasks, on me for reasons best known to you both,” I declare furiously, surprising both myself and a middle-aged woman who happens to pass beside me right at that moment. She gives me an odd look and goes on her way, while I flush in embarrassment, wipe my eyes, and hurry towards the restaurant. Four or five minutes later, I’m seated at an empty table, waiting for the waiter to take my

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.

Something inside me *snapped. What I did next, I’d never done in my life. I had never even imagined doing it But I didn't stop to think. I didn't care that I shouldn't. I was done being the quiet, polite, well-behaved girl who suffered in silence. All the insults she had thrown at me—about my voice, my worth, my place… It made me see red. My anger, hurt and pain blended into one big impulse and I found myself lifting up my hand—high and clear—and flipping *both* of them off.

“I did not mean that I have met many angels. I have just seen many on the way and to hold them with my hands.” When I was about to say something a waiter came in with food. We kept silent as our mouth speak with food. But Sammy kept on sweeping his gaze on me. His lovesick towards me was no longer a secret. But I intentionally failed to return the gaze to concentrate on the meal. Then suddenly I felt something struck my foot under the table and I stained to look at it with keen eyes. It was Sammy’s leg that had hit my foot knowingly. I shook my head a little to pass my distaste and it seemed he read my moods. “Sorry,”