Htf Flippy Angry Novels & Stories

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.

came the other speedster right before he struck out a fist, breaking the windshield and grabbing at the wheel. The driver turned the wheel, causing the truck to swerve. In the back, the other speedster was trying to prevent the dozen glass-cased canisters of plutonium that had rolled out of the box. One mistake, and they could end up blowing up the whole of Manhattan. The man riding shotgun took out an actual shotgun and aimed at the speedster at the windshield. He blasted the windshield but the speedster was fast enough to roll away and with one arm at the side mirror, he swung himself right into the truck and knocked out the driver with his feet. He pushed him to the middle, giving him spa

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.”

I opened my eyes for a second, and saw Flippy staring at us. His small, squinting eyes were judging me. I knew they were, and I felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "You're disgusting. How could you try and do this, in a parking garage. With your boss?" Flippy must have thought, as his features looked as if he was frowning. He, still, refused to stop staring. I pushed Sebastian's face away. "I can't." I said, glancing from him to my turtle. "Wh-what? Why?" Sebastian asked, looking irritated.

Flip wanted. TBC.