Htf Angry Novels & Stories

And fucking hugging her before she left! As I raced down the familiar route home, fury coursed through my veins, fueled by Kenzo's betrayal. My grip on the steering wheel was vice-like, knuckles turning white with each passing second. Every slow driver in front of me became an unwitting target for my simmering rage. "FUCKING MOVE!" The incessant honking of my horn echoed my frustration, a symphony of anger against the lagging traffic.

The driver hesitated for half a second. “Where to, ma’am?” I glared at the back of his head. “Just drive.” That was enough for him. The car pulled away from the curb smoothly while the city lights blurred past the window. Inside the quiet car my anger finally exploded. I slammed my fist against the car seat. Once. Twice. The driver flinched. “Damn that bastard August!” I shouted. My voice echoed in the leather interior. My chest rose and fell violently as the words ripped out of me.

I am grateful watching him help her into the Pack house; however, I am jealous it is not me with her. “Get this straight Angie. We are through, not that we were much to begin with. You insult my mate again and you will have a lot of trouble,” I say to her. She looks at me with big round eyes that are filled with tears. “You are an asshole, Gamma Jack,” Angie screams before turning and walking away.

Angela cried loudly and banged her weight on the car and cursed, wishing she was of a bigger size. “Stop this car or I will do the unthinkable!” She yelled with tears streaming down her face. Anthonio eyed her intently and smirked. “What am I expecting, a kiss?” His deep voice rumbled over the air. Angela crushed her fingers and rushed into a fist in rage. “You little devil! What have I done to deserve this!” He looked at her, his gaze slowly moved to her pouted lips and angry jaw clenched. He shifted his gaze back to the road.

He answered not lifting his head from the wheel. “You know, I was the one who lost the fans, you cannot be that upset with me, you know that in the business it is expected and if I was going by your silly reason for being angry then I guess that I should also be upset at you because you cannot swear to me that you didn’t lose fans too.” With those angry words, I came down from his car and slammed the door shut, not caring about the expensive body paint of his Maserati.

I notice a new person with that bastard Denver Wangley, who has dared to talk back to me even after witnessing the personified death itself. “Yes! I am asking you! Because I don't care who the hell are, because you have interrupted something very important to me and it makes me so mad and angry. And when I am angry then I don't care who is standing in front of me, as I just go crazy and beat the shit out of anyone who dares to come in my way, like this–”

I snap and launch at him in anger. As I lunch at him in anger, my eyes burn with an otherworldly fire, reflecting under the sunlight like molten silver. The air crackles with anticipation as I face off against Athan yet again because of Imogen. The thought of Athan taking Imogen away from me fuels my anger and I go all out: Muscles coiled with tension, I unleash a primal roar that echoes through the whole room, a declaration of my unyielding determination.

"I know you're angry at me." "Yes, I am. I am fuming with rage. I want to hit you so badly for keeping this away from me. Do you think you will win a trophy just because you're being perfect? You won't even get recognition. No one will acknowledge you for saving the world. I will not praise you for that." I didn't know how the words kept flowing out. My anger had taken over me completely. Angelo didn't say anything. He watched me vent all my anger out.

“Do you think I’m some stupid slut, you can just fuck and get away with? I’ll make you pay!” Angela yelled, her face was red from anger, she wouldn’t actually do anything, she just wanted to vent her frustration. Trenton stood tall and looked at her. “When you’re done, do what I asked you to do, it wasn’t free of charge, I’m paying you for it!” He said. “Oh, really? And did I tell you I wanted to do it with you, mark my words, men like you don’t last on this earth!” She yelled more. “Get out!” He yelled back at her. She ran out in tears and went to a toilet to change, she vowed never to work in this company.

I asked angrily. The more I thought about it, the more I got angry, and without caring about anything, I unleashed my anger, “What the fuck is going on?! You rope me in and still keep things away from me?” I gritted my teeth seeing him ignoring me. I walked angrily towards his table and threw everything on it away angrily, “Will any of you answer me? You bastard!” I yelled as I glared at him with cold eyes.