Indignation Novels & Stories

The woman seemed unaware, she was looking straight ahead with a frown crossing her forehead as if she was in a great dismay. Even with the distance separating them, Blackthorne could feel a scorching tension crackling from across the room. The duke stared at him with undisguised animosity, a quiet challenge flickered in his eyes. Blackthorne calmly met his gaze and gave him a provocative sneer. He swore he could see the other man's eyes flashing with rage. He felt a sense of triumph and satisfaction knowing that he had achieved the desired result of his action. The duke averted his face, focusing his attention to the play again.

he asked as he closed the gap I’d put between us. I might have let him keep going with his misguided rant, but the hurt I felt from his abandonment came pouring out in the form of anger. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could. Damn him, he didn’t budge an inch other than to look down at my hands as though he couldn’t believe I’d touched him. I opted to point an angry finger in his face instead. “Recognize who the hell you’re talking to, Isaac! I’m not one of these random ass little girls you’re used to dealing with, I’m a grown ass woman and unlike you, I don’t have a problem with doing what the fuck I want. And let’s be clear, there ain’t shit you can do about it. So u

"Well, you look extremely beautiful." "Your eyes are a different color, one I have not seen on people your kind? "Black people, you mean?" Grace blushed "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you. That was very...racist of me. Forgive me." She babbled. Bonnie smiled, "it's okay." "May I continue?" Grace asked Bonnie nodded.

“ You know what, if you all don’t get finished with my tasks by the time I get back I’ll have you scrubbing the floors with toothbrushes! “ I threaten The young ones look scared of me at that moment, but the older ones couldn’t be bothered to listen to me. I can’t believe I even said yes to this. I didn’t know why everyone hated me. Was it my looks? My attitude? Somehow, when people were around me their moods decreased and they just got angry with me. Even that Ethan guy hated me from the beginning. “ Get to work, “ I yell a little too loudly. Then, there was a knock on the door.

Electricity snapped through me at the contact, sharp and unwanted. He looked down at me through half-lidded eyes. I stared back, refusing to look away. “No strings attached?” My voice came out quieter than I meant. He shook his head once. Something ugly and furious ignited in my chest. As if we could ever be anything. Before I could think better of it, I drove my knee up. Hard. He grunted and folded with a sharp breath. “No,” I snapped. “I’m not interested.” I bolted for the door.

He looked up at the narrow window above as the moonlight poured in. Wounded and enraged, every inch of him screamed like a cornered animal, unpredictable and uncontrollable. The more they pushed, the more savage he became. “You’re all about to learn what real strength looks like,” he rasped, each word dripping with the primal force clawing its way to the surface.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

He let out a low growl and his hands flexed into fists at his sides. Her face was flushed with shame and rage. She couldn’t imagine how Agnar felt at having her insulted that way when she’d done nothing to provoke it. She hadn’t embarrassed herself. She hadn’t embarrassed him, even with whatever they’d given her. She might have felt wanton, but her cravings were entirely for him, her mate, and even if he was nothing but a cruel stranger in a new, harsh land, she refused to think that it was wrong for mates to desire each other.

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

Another high school first day, it was safe to say she made an impression as she turned her famous glare on any that would meet her eye, but to her surprise, most would bow their head and show submission, except one girl. Ooof! Lisa's bag went flying as she found herself unceremoniously shoved into the lockers to her left. Before she could even get her bearings,,, some crazy banshee was on her, long nails flying, hair pulling, loud shrill voice shrieking "He's mine you b*tch!" 'Oh hell no,' Lisa thought as she copped a fist to the jaw, 'skank,, you have no idea who you're messing with.' The familiar burn of molten rage coursed through Lisa's body, warming her and causing a vicious smile to co