Flippy Angry Novels & Stories

Angered by how Zinnia acted nonchalant no matter how much they provoked and hurt her, Violet ordered her lackey to hold the bathroom door and dunk Zinnia’s face on the filthy bowl. “Let’s see how calm you will be once I dunk your filthy face on the toilet! Hold her!!” grabbing Zinnia’s hair firmly before pushing her face down the toilet bowl, but before her face touched the surface, Zinnia used her feet to kick their legs and release the hands holding her by doing a flip. The womens were too shocked by the things that happened that they sat at the floor looking pale, after realizing what just happened, Violet then screamed in annoyance and shouted to get Zinnia for her or else they would die

Ellis even ordered seafood soup, which I was allergic to, and Russell ate it with great enthusiasm. I didn’t touch my cutlery. When Ellis stepped out to take a call, Russell showed his true colors, deliberately lifting the seafood soup and moving it toward me. The bowl and spoons clattered sharply as he cried out in pain, his eyes reddening. At that moment, Ellis pushed open the door and saw the scene. Without giving me a chance to explain, she blamed me and demanded to know why I was so petty. I pressed my lips together and spoke slowly. “I didn’t do it. He moved the soup toward me himself. And I’m allergic to seafood. Don’t remember?”

Scott’s laughter doubled, choking him as he waved an apple slice like a victory flag. “This isn’t funny,” I snapped, holding the stupid flip-flop in my hand.

It seems content with its silence, leaving me confused. Maybe I should touch it some more. It didn't seem to like it when I did that. I proceed to stroke its belly again. Flutter flinches and jumps off my lap. I pause and take a moment to observe Flutter's reaction. It appears hesitant and cautious. "Oh, sorry, you didn't like that? Then you should say something again." I grin and pick it up again. "Maybe I will give you a kiss," I say and move it closer to my lips.

"Isn't it obvious? I like you more when you're angry..." My glare sharpened as I stylishly took off my flip-flop. "What did you just say?" I raised the flip-flop threateningly, and his eyes widened as he took a few steps back. "No, no, wait! I mean... you look cute when you're angry," he backpedaled quickly. I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. "I see you must have lost it," I said before hurling the flip-flop at him. He ducked swiftly, dodging it. I made to take off the other one, and that was his cue to bolt out of the room.

Flip wanted. TBC.

“All of you can clearly see that Flynn was very persistent and clear when he told us to pay the damages of two hundred thousand dollars. At that time, he didn’t seem to show Nigel any consideration at all, and Nigel had to praise him and butter him up to make sure that he was happy.” “However, in less than ten minutes, Flynn’s attitude changed drastically. He even came over to apologize to each and every one of us personally. Don’t you find it a little strange?” Naomi quickly explained the situation. Everyone in the private room went silent immediately. Harper suddenly replied, “Yes, I find it very strange too! Flynn doesn’t look like an easygoing person. He’s certainly not someone that anyo

I growled at him and then throw him a spit, satisfied that a glob of my saliva landed right on his face. I could sense the molting rage emanating from him, and in a flash, terror filled me right up when his face contorted into a wave of frightening anger. The air that Flavio was breathing grew labored, and in the blink of an eye, the back of his hand smacked into my face with such force that I thought my head was going to fly off my shoulders. “Brutta puttana!” (You fucking bitch!)