Frieza Angry Novelas e Histórias

She and Zeus didn't say a word while they were inside the car while he was driving. She saw the anger in Zeus' eyes as he kept his eyes on the road. His knuckles were turning white because of his tight grip on the steering wheel. Is he angry? Why is he angry? ' Freya thought as she cast her eyes down. She wants to shout at Zeus, feeling annoyed, as if she's about to lose control. Zeus forced her to go home, and she wasn't even able to say goodbye to her companions. Especially to her best friend, Beth.

I- you need to stop. 'He still won't know it is me, so... I will just take a look at him. He is around here somehwere and I can smell him in the air. He is agitated and angry. Something happened. I don't what, but something made him angry. I just want to be- just once, Amelia. Once. I want to see him.' Freya said with a mewl in her voice. She didn't even sound angry. She just sounded tired and needy.

It was clear that Freya's dislike for Lotus had surged. Freya’s face turned sullen; she scoffed coldly and turned up her nose in the air in contempt. “Didn't that vixen dare to hurt you in the mansion? How's the media lying? She’s definitely a bully.” She scorned coldly, in acquiescence with the media. Immediately, Freya turned to Zaire. “Zaire..” Zaire’s expression suddenly turned glazed, and his face turned blank, but the cold, fierce aura exuding from him made Venus realize that Zaire was far from calm.

Would you mind going back to where you belong and leave me the fvck alone? She wasn't even bothered. "You don't belong here, Fajra. Escape while you still can." I was so angry that I didn't say anything more. I stormed out of that place angrily; I didn't even pay attention to Hades, who called me and followed me out of the bank. "Fajra-" "Leave me the fvck alone!" I yelled and pushed against his chest. I can see shock and a hint of fear in his eyes. Tears fell from my eyes. I hate that I always cry whenever I'm angry.

Her face is a mask of pain and disbelief, her mouth open in a silent scream of agony. My own anger boils over at the sight. Every muscle in my body tenses with rage, my hands clenching into fists so tight that my knuckles turn white. I feel a roar building in my chest, and with all the strength I have, I break free of the men's hold, flinging them off me with a burst of furious energy. My eyes lock onto Darius, and I lunge at him, fangs bared and eyes blazing with fury.

As these feelings refurbish, the energy within her rises again. She doesn’t know how it works or how it happens, but it grows quickly. She doesn’t even know how to control it. “If you let your anger reign, you will kill me, Heaven,” Freck warns weakly. Heaven shakes her head in panic, finding it difficult to breathe. Her anger thickens just as the glow around her shimmers. “I… I don’t know how to… I don’t know how to control it.” Freck sits up to hug her, which takes her unawares. But, instantly, her breath starts steadying. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, she relaxes in his hold.

she chipped. I raised an eyebrow, trying to mask my nerves beneath a facade of calm. "Oh? Is this about his car? Come on, Freya. You can't still be upset about that." I giggled with happiness toward the words that left her lips, now o Omee what she was upset about. "It's not just the car," she trailed off, her voice softening momentarily before a wave of frustration washed over her features. "I'm angry, Ari, but I don't even know who I'm mad at anymore." She blurted out.

Her eyes blazed with unquenchable anger, and her angry gaze lingered on Imelda's face. Imelda stumbled backwards, gasping for air, her hair disheveled. Her face was red with indignation and her eyes, which spelled hatred, were fixed steadily on Freya. "Freya, no," Diego's calm voice whispered in her ears, attempting to calm her down. "Not like this." Freya struggled against his hold, but his grip remained firm. “Diego, this woman has caused me so much pain. I wanna kill her”, Freya said, her voice cracking with hurt.

A few also struck Freya’s chassis, and scratched and dented her armor slightly. That Idiot’s scrambled face appeared on Freya’s comms. He screamed at her through it, but some of his words were garbled and scrambled. She still got the gist of what he was saying, though. His anger and frustration certainly spoke for him. “That all you got?!” he screamed. “Coz we got a whole lot more for you! By the time we’re done with you, there’ll be nothing left!” When she spoke back, the signal was relatively clear, and her voice was hard but even.

Her hands released his ass. She moved from between his spread thighs to crawl up next to his body and leaned down to study his features. He watched her and she couldn’t miss the look of rage. His lips parted to reveal sharp fangs. He snarled at her, a little louder than the mild growl he’d given her before. His body didn’t move though.