Htf Angry Novels & Stories

Angie clenched her jaw and looked away. “They actually… Still can do stuff like that…?” Elias looked disturbed as well. "Damn… He only gets angrier and more aggressive with every hit that one deals." He finally looked away too. “I think I’ve seen too much.” He mumbled under his breath. However, there was only silence from Angie. He peeked at her only to find her with a dark and sullen expression. He caught the way she gripped her blades so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

DIAN ANGELO POV "Argh!!!" I roared, punching at my steering wheel in rage. I'd found a spot to park after leaving Sybil and all I saw was red. The dark feeling that poisoned my veins spread, and I gripped the wheels tighter, my muscles bulging as I applied pressure. I wanted to yank the god-damned thing off. Getting air to fill my lungs was also difficult and remembering the way Zach stood in front of Sybil as if to protect her from a monster made the rage in my chest bubble to an all-time high.

became closer. Her voice suddenly sounded to me as angry, with a barely veiled disdain. But it transcended Dmitri as well. It covered everything, her entitlement, her jealousy, her ongoing rivalry with me. Beyond sadness, I felt a deep, burning burn in my chest. It was in its most basic form betrayal. Hissed at her, my voice faltering with fury, "You're just... disgusting." "How long have things been going on??"

“Still time to leave.” “Nah,” Elliot says. “I’d hate myself forever if I missed watching Aldren have to go claw to claw for once in his sniveling life.” “Good point,” Dex says from behind me. A few of his enforcers relax slightly at the banter, though not much. Understandable given the fact that we are still waiting for more allies. That is, if any show. That doesn't worry me. Most people think that in a fight, anger makes you reckless. And it certainly can, if it blinds you. But honed anger, the icy hot rage that comes from those you love being at stake and you back against the wall, well, that makes you dangerous.

He was only at the level of an average beta; he could never handle such a powerful smell of pheromones that defines the anger and annoyance of a Luna. It takes a long second for Angelo to calm down and his head to go to the right track. He tsked. He opens the door then goes out without any explanation. The driver in the driver seat opened his mouth wide when he saw his young master heading to the direction where the car was deliberately blocking the road making it difficult for people going to work and school to pass through, resulting in them to be late as time passed by, its car was still blocking the road. Angelo headed to the direction where the car is, both hands at each other side of h

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the

My mother already did that The anger in me was a raging inferno. My wounds, the ones I hadn't even bothered to tend to, felt like mere scratches compared to the burning ache in my chest. I needed to something, to release the pent-up fury I was feeling right now. “D'Angelo, anything?” I barked, my voice rough with barely contained rage. D'Angelo, our hacker, was a ghost in the computer room, hunched over the screens, his face pale with fear. He didn't even dare look at me.

She should appreciate him. “You’ll drive,” Anthony said to her when they walked to the place she parked. Anger got him overly energized. His heart rate increased excessively. If he drove in that condition, they might have a run-in with the police, or even get involved in an accident. He must blow off some steam, otherwise the energy and anger would trigger his beast into action.

“Out.” Anger flooded through me so fast I almost screamed. “You are actually insane.” “Maybe,” he said coldly. “But at least I’m not stupid.” That did it. I grabbed his phone and threw it hard against his chest. “I hate you.” His expression didn’t change. “Get in line.” My chest tightened painfully. I climbed out of the car before I did something violent. The second the door slammed behind me, the Mustang sped away into the darkness without hesitation.

Not what do you need now that we are planning against an extraction team that is two weeks out. Just that. Two words. Flat and simple and pointed at nothing except the actual question. I turned it over for a moment, the way I turned over most things. The question itself felt unusual, like something I was not used to receiving, a glass being offered to someone who had been drinking from their hands for so long they had forgotten glasses existed. "Angry," I said. "But useful angry. The kind I can actually do something with." He nodded once, his eyes staying on the road. "Good."