Htf Flippy Angry Novels & Stories

I couldn’t take her annoying words and that was the moment I snapped. “You seem to be enjoying your new role as Salvatore Moreti’s wife,” I said, my voice a razor. “Almost like you’ve been training your whole life to be a trophy on his shelf. Or maybe a stepmother fetishist?” Her face twitched. Barely. But I saw it. That flash of pain. Of guilt. It was gone in a blink, but I’d already seen it. Good. I wanted to hurt her. Just a little. Just enough to remind her I was still inside her.

Dylan Fairway “What the fuck do you mean she has disappeared again?” I growl as this stupid fucker shifts from one foot to another nervously. “All you had to do was watch her” I snapped as I throw my desk chair over the room. He bends his neck in submission “Sorry Alpha”

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

Just pure, unrelenting possession. I tried to turn my head, to pull away, but his body pressed harder into mine, trapping me against the cold wall. His mouth pressed down with bruising intensity, his teeth grazing my lips harshly, and I could feel the heat of his anger in every movement. I kept my lips sealed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, but that only seemed to fuel his frustration. His fingers dug into my wrists harder as he growled against my mouth, his breath ragged with fury.

Flip was carrying until it broke and wet the floor. "You're crazy!"Shouted the man a little angrily. "Yes, I'm crazy. And I will make a calculation with all your father's cunning plans!I never wanted a single bad thing to happen to Charles." "And I want that," Mr. Flip said in his heart, a cynical smile full of victory was clearly visible on the corners of his lips.But it wouldn't be visible to Grace, her eyes were filled with the fire of anger.

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.

Fleurie hurried back to her chambers, fuming. She was beyond angry. Nothing was working! Slamming the door behind her, she let out a muffled scream, gritting her lips! It frustrated her to no end. That didn't work to help alleviate her anger. Needing an outlet, she began throwing things to the ground, watching as they shattered to the ground. There was just no way! How could she be stubborn?Sitting in the middle of the rubble, Fleurie gnawed her lip, tears stinging her eyes. She angrily blinked them back. Why isn't anything working? Is she really that invincible?

She’d been handling his cock. 416 growled. Her gaze flicked up to his face. He watched her with dark, furious eyes. She realized she cradled him still inside her palm and released his cock quickly. “Sorry! I had to remove it.” She glanced down at his appendage and saw the line where the rubber band had injured him was still red and angry looking. “I’m sure it will be okay.”