Htf Angry Novels & Stories

“How are you.” I looked at the three pieces on my screen. At the pointed questions and the sharpened implication and the coordinated timing of a Saturday morning designed to find me in my pyjamas before my defences were up. “I’m angry,” I said. He was quiet for a moment. “Good.” “Good.” “Better than the alternative.” His voice was even. “Anger means you’re still standing in it rather than under it.”

I yelled, my tone matching the anger that coursed through my veins, "I said let's get the hell outta here!" I demanded, my tone higher than I had intended, the frustration that swelled in me, evident in my face as I spoke, Missy smirked at me and ignited the engine without a word from her, which further made my blood boil, as I wished she had said something but she didn't, As we drove on, I needed something to vent my anger on, everything in me directed my anger towards the glove box compartment, which I hit continuously with the same energy that flowed through my veins,

“F*CK!” DEATH DROVE AWAY FROM TRENT’S COMPANY, there is a debate going on in his mind while driving after what happened. He wants to go back there and punch River again because he can’t get up anymore, his anger is killing him. His grip on the steering wheel is so hard that it looks like he wants to crash it with his hand, he wants to crash River’s face. “All this time you made us feel so stupid for blaming ourselves! F*ck you!” He said and slapped his wheel in anger.

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.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

"Sorry, I'd like you to fill me up with gas first, I have urgent business." The staff looked at me with an annoyed look, and at that moment I heard someone yelling loudly: “Hey! What are you doing, I'm the one who came first, do you believe I'll beat you to death right now?!" I pulled down the windshield and haughtily said, “Why are you so angry? I just refueled for a moment and then left.” The man cursed a vulgar sentence, got out of the car, and kicked my car hard, "You, get out of the car right now!"

I almost screaming holding onto my chest in shock, “Do you fucking want to get us killed?” I groaned nervously with my heart beating so fast, “Hate you?” He paused and stared at me “Is that how you see me? That I hate you?” Why do I suddenly feels like he's angry because of what I said, but I didn't lie either, I saw his wrist balling around the wheels as his veins became more visible, and shit, I knew I messed up, he was so fucking angry and I can smell it from miles away, I thought he was going to yell at me or do something to me cause of how angry he was but he ignited the car again and drove off,

They froze. " Now if you'll excuse me, I want to catch the real culprit before he escapes." I gritted through my teeth before storming towards my car, driving off. It didn't take long before I got home and sure enough, he was still there. He saw me walking in and stared at me, a stunned and angry look on his face. "Happy now?" I asked as I threw a punch in his face. He staggered back. Mom gasped. " How dare you!?..." He muttered as he raised his face. But I wasn't done yet if anything... I was even angrier, to the point of madness.

What the hell? I’m angry, I’m really goddamn, seething, angry. How dare he! “Fuck you!” It’s out of my mouth before I even really contemplate screaming at my boss, and I’m out of the car too. I’m raging. My eyes are stinging and blurry. I hate that he makes me fall apart like this. He knows how to rip my head open and I hate him for it, hate the way he strips me of the control I’ve built up over the years.

Mila I was so angry. No, not just angry, I was fûcking furious. My heart pounded inside my chest as I waited for the elevator to take me down to the underground parking. What I didn't understand was why my eyes were smarting and I have to blink back the tears if I was angry. Fûcking arsehole. Arrogant bastard. How could he even think for a second that I’d say yes to his preposterous preposition. Like I was something to buy.