Htf Angry Novels & Stories

I'm almost banging my head on the table from the sleep they're giving me. I'm longing to go home. I'm curious to see Angel. Dominic texted me to let me know that Angel was gay and that if I dared do anything to hurt Angel, he would kill me. I just want to laugh. Frankly, I've grown up. I'm not the stupid pup I used to be, but I don't know if Angel holds any grudges against me. For me, it's water under the bridge. Angel being gay makes me want to laugh. It must be an effect of a European education. I have nothing against it, the pack has several gay members, but for my brother to feel the need to warn me, he must be a crazy faggot. I'm still going to laugh a lot about this because I refuse to

I leave the room, my anger boiling over as I can't contain my frustration any longer. The intensity of my emotions is palpable, and I can feel the heat radiating off me as I make my exit. I am incredibly angry right now, words fail to describe it. Austin has crossed a line that can't be ignored. I refuse to let him get away with his actions without consequences. He did whatever he pleased, and now it's my turn to take control of the situation.

I can taste it, I can feel it. I’m angry at the world and I’ll use that anger to get what I want, to make them pay. It’s going to be beautiful. When I rip their heads off. They won’t know what hit them.

“You’re not my Copa, Angel and I'm not going to take orders from you and this will be the last time, I'll say it, call back the stupid men you put on my tail if you don't want to hold a fucking funeral.” The car glided to a stop at the traffic light and I opened the door to slide out. Angel fucking Volkov. Her guts thoroughly irritate me.

who I have never seen or met only heard about her. Clenching my fist in frustration and anger I sat inside my car . "I need to release my anger on someone, John Williams. You better pray for mercy because I'm in an extremely bad mood!"

Loud, authoritative, and full of anger. "Dylan?"

i know he’s not going to take this lightly. Shit! He’s angry.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Being the most famous sex worker in this club does not make her better than me or anyone in this club. Angela's eyes become fierce, looking at me as if she wants to kill me. And this time, she's not able to change her expression anymore and put on a facade. She's too angry to do that again, and I love it—I love the reaction that I am able to get from her. It is so satisfying to see her getting riled up by me, something that she was not able to do to me.

I hissed in hostility. I was angry. Filled with rage. Not the kind of anger that swelled like a volcano and erupted instantly in everyone’s faces. I was consumed by an anger that simmered slowly yet hot, deep and unresolved. The kind that hung in the air like a heavy question mark, rebellious and refusing on remaining ignored.