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“Don’t touch me!” At her outburst, he instantly pulled his hand back as if she’d slapped him. She could see the anger well up in him, his eyes suddenly flickering red. It looked as if it took all his strength to control himself.

Is it bad that she needs to breathe, and stay away from this house that she is now starting to feel suffocated with? “I won’t apologize! It was not my fault that she existed! It’s not my fault that she pissed me off and not my fault if I feel like everything changed ever since that white lotus bitch arrived! I hate you!” bursting all the pent-up frustrations, Zane turned away and ran back towards the forest ignoring her father’s anxious call.

Almond shaped eyes with water dripping off the long curved eyelashes and the angry look just made him more hot and Eira was starting to hate that. Sorin's furious eyes met Eira's as she stood there frozen. "Eira , Run" Maceo squeaked from besides her as he nudged her. And the next thing Eira knew was that she was running, with Maceo running in the opposite direction and Sorin hot on your heels. "Eira, get your stupid ass here, right now !" Sorin roared from behind her as Eira looked back and stuck her tongue out at him, throughly enjoying infuriating him.

Just then his phone rings, he press the answer button and bring it to his ear. "Yes?" He listens to the caller and clenched his jaw, his eyes turns black and the veins in his face starts showing. I've seen Fred get angry but I've never seen him get furious and right now, he's in rage. He angrily punch his car's window and the glass breaks. He ends the call and angrily enters his car, I quickly enter after him. What did they tell him that got him this angry? . . We made it to the penthouse in less down twenty minutes because of Fred's rough driving.

The angrier Freya was, the calmer Armstrong became. Because these past few years, he seemed to have gotten used to the arrogant behavior of Freya. There was nothing to care about. "Freedom? Space?..." Freya sneered. She immediately thought of something and asked, "Do you have a whore outside?" Armstrong looked at Freya. It was fine if she did not mention this. However, when she brought this up, Armstrong's face darkened uncontrollably. He pushed the chair away and stood up. His voice instantly became cold. He glared at her and warned, "I do have people outside, But Freya, I'm warning you, don't go too far. Otherwise, don't blame me for what I will do "

[Freya's POV] Nana ordered me with a disdainful expression on her face, "Freya, get over here this minute," and I was almost melting right inside of me then. I thought Nana had moved over the period when she didn't want to disturb me or act rudely toward me; but, she sounds very angry and like she is truly pissed off. What must have happened with Nana? Why does she sound so angry and like she is seriously pissed off?

His gaze boasted of an angry look but somehow, didn't seem to intimidate her in any way. "I don't have to become one of you before I understand what her majesty is passing through." "Shut up you brat! Shut up." He yelled in anger. Fiora could see the rage that burned through his eyes. "All this rage, it's enough to wreck and consume you-" "Then leave us alone and disappear." His furious cold eyes stared angrily at her. He couldn't hide the hatred he felt for her. "Just leave and vanish from our sight-"

Blaze fretted. "That's the kind of spirit I'm looking for. I hope I did get you instead of this woman," he said and pointed to Fraise. "And this spirit couldn't wait to tear your limbs apart," Blaze responded to him. The dark lord went back to his throne and sat on it. He locked his eyes into the defenders who are not yet but soon will be suffering from deep pain. On the other hand, Fraise still couldn't move her body. She felt like her body was filled with painful bruises that continuously made her feel weak.

Names, addresses, phone numbers, relatives, all I can get. "You can't," Leia sobs, her voice muffled by the fabric of my shirt. "Watch me," I growl. I can feel the pressure building, threatening to explode. I need to release it somehow, and violence seems like the perfect outlet for my anger. "Warren," Leia whispers, her voice weak as she struggles to regain her composure. "I'm going to fucking rip the bastard's limb from limb," I state, my tone deadly serious. "Please," Leia pleads, her voice desperate and broken.

Maya was several feet away, her lips curled into satisfaction, with a smudge of my blood yet to be cleaned off her fingers. I let out a sharp exhalation, fisting my hands. This wasn't going to go easily. ------ Freja's POV Anger boiled inside me, hot and uncontrollable. My hands clenched into fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, but the pain only fueled my anger. My whole body shook with fury as I faced James-the one person in whom I had placed my trust, the one person I had thought I knew. "Come on!" I screamed, my voice raw and full of venom. "Fight me, you backstabber!"