Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned Mga Nobela at Kwento

My wolf wanted me to tear the city down in search of Kevin, and make sure his hands would be in no condition to touch what was mine. Hell, I could even see myself gouging his eyes out for ever laying his amorous gaze on my mate. I never believed I could be this jealous over a woman who seemed to hate me more every passing day. Sure, passion burned between us, hotter than sin, and yet her body said something and her eyes spoke of the kind of contempt that could have brought a lesser man down to his knees.

The aura of a vicious woman replaced the previously disguised dignified elegance completely. Fenris looked at her, wide-eyed, in disbelief and confusion. After a long moment, he suddenly lost control, lunging at Mrs. Carrington. Grabbing her neck with both hands, his face twisted with rage, he screamed hoarsely, “Bitch! I... I’ll choke you to death! I’ll choke you... choke you—” At this moment, his heart was filled only with hatred and murderous intent toward Mrs. Carrington. He no longer cared about his own dignity.

My eyes jump upwards to find his bright blue orbs brimming with raw, poisonous anger. “Your generosity is very much appreciated, Zephyr, but we don’t want any of these things. My fiancée will not be accepting them. Take it all back…” *** “When a woman takes revenge, even the devil sits back and takes notes…” — BHYRON

I was waking up with sadness, but at the end of the day it could easily turn to anger or fury… “Why are you doing this to me?! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't hurt so bad! Do you know that nothing angers the woman more than silence?! Are you trying to throw me away now?! Do you know that hell has no fury like a woman scorned?!” I shouted furiously at every corner of my apartment.

Never in a thousand years did I think that I was going to see Maeve so full of rage but I was seeing it right now, her lips curled in silent fury and her glare could have sliced through steel. She looked like a volcano just seconds away from erupting and a part of me was amused that she was actually showing her anger, she was always so feeble but right now…. …. Right now, she was this fierce woman who looked like she could trample on anything in her way and it wasn’t until now did I understand the meaning behind the saying ‘hell hath no fury than an angry woman’ I might have tweaked the saying a bit but she was livid. I’d always thought that she was some kind of wimp that never got angry, ma

And now, I heard it clearly. A popular saying crossed my mind suddenly. ‘Hell knows no fury like a woman scorned.’ I looked at her again. And for the first time since she returned… I didn’t just see my mother. I saw a woman who had been hurt. Deeply. The same way Patty Mama had been. Two women. Different lives. Same bitterness. And bitterness… always finds a way to spill. It dawned on me slowly. Maybe… just maybe… Antonioni wasn’t as bad as she had painted him.

LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED . "Oh shit, did we walk in on a lover's quarrel?"

At least let someone stay there with you', Sally had suggested. 'My hospital bed is now with her. Anyone who wants to get to her, will have to go through me first! And I am a man. This injury has not weakened me by the way, it has rather energized me the more with fury. I can take on anyone. Let them just dare!' he said angrily. Chris knew that he spoke the truth. Just like hell hath no fury than a woman scorned', hell hath no fury than a man whose love or mate's life is threatened by another man.

“And now you throw it in my face like I’m some burden?! Like I have nothing to offer?! Why are you acting.....” Before I could even finish…... SMACK! His hand slapped the words back to my throat. My head jerked violently to the side. The taste of blood hit my tongue as my bottom lip caught against my teeth. I gasped, my eyes widened and vision blurred with tears, I refused to let fall. “That should teach you your place as a woman. Don't talk back to me in that manner ever again.” He growled.

She was so meek and soft, took everything my mother and I did to her with grace. Where is Arizona now? I wonder as I towel myself dry— the woman I discarded my mate for, the woman I thought I loved and loved me back. She must have thought Imogene will kill us, I wonder how she’s taking the news of our punishment. I’m sure she doesn’t care anymore and is already plotting more ways to get back at us. A bitter smile crosses my lips as I remember her vindictive stare at the council chamber. Indeed, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.