Frieza Angry 소설 & 이야기

Something was heightening his emotions. Tilting his face to stare at Freya, “I dare you to talk back at me one more thing,” he snarled, moving in her direction. “And that goes to all of you. If you can’t be more united in a moment when war is arising, you might as well be all useless. Maybe I should tear off your heads. No more fighting in my pack!” Dante gave Freya a disgusted look and headed back to his office. Freya sat on the countertop, frozen. She had a mix of emotions which got her fuming. Her wolf was breaking out and to suppress it, she dug her nails which were turning into fangs into her thighs, drawing out blood.

Anger heated my blood as rage roared through my mind. “Where’s Freya?” I growled as I fought back the chaos raging inside of me. “She’s preoccupied right now, but don’t worry, I will send her back in one piece.” “WHERE IS FREYA?” I ground out through clenched teeth, but I didn’t get a reply. I glanced back at the phone and saw the call had ended. “FUCK!” I screamed as fury seared through me. My hand curled up into a fist as everything around me began to blur into one hazy, fury-filled mist. I could feel my pulse beating beneath my skin. I reached forward, punching the newly built wall, but that didn’t settle the frenzy rushing throughout my body.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

He helped me get my footing. Peering up into those glowing gray eyes, I was overwhelmed with joy to see him. He didn’t return my sentiment. His features hardened, brows stitching together, lips pressing the corners of his beautiful mouth to a frown. His eyes stopped glowing at me. His body tensed beneath my fingers, and I knew he was angry. “What are you doing here, Freya?” he said, giving my shoulders a little shake. I stepped back, narrowing my gaze at him. That delicate thread of spider’s silk snapped between us.