Irascible Sentence Novels & Stories

He scorned with his grip tightly on my arms. My anger flared. "Let me go, Alpha Travis. I'm not interested in your games. I'm still struggling to be polite." I said through gritted teeth. But Travis's grin widened. "Oh, this is going to be fun. You're feisty. I love it." He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm going to make you mine, Iris. You can't resist me." I shuddered, repulsed. " You're crazy," I spat.

I said, walking out frustrated. Nobody has ever talked to me In the way and manner iris just did now. But part of me was amazed by her boldness, she spoke without any mistakes or fear. She was too stubborn, and she was the type to not be easily subdued despite her condition. But she didn’t understand my point, today it may have been my friend who came by, tomorrow it might be my enemy. I retired back to bed after a hot shower and drifted off to sleep.

She raised both of her eyebrows, waiting for my answer. I bit my lower lip and groaned. "But her vibe is kind of hmm... how do I say this," I bit my nails. "Uhm weird and p-psychotic?" I added in a faint voice. Iris roared in laughter. "That's sick!" She exclaimed which made me feel bad. I was about to say sorry when she spoke. "You're totally right about her. Nevertheless, that girl is one of a kind," She said while looking at the way where Cali left.

Rachel and her friends were already walking away without even trying to look back to see what was going on. "Is he always like that?" I asked Mary. "You bet! He's always throwing tantrums whenever he doesn't get what he wants. That's the typical Ambrose." "What a poor soul," I uttered. I was just admiring how much of a gorgeous creature he is, and now I'm totally turned off. There's nothing gorgeous about flipping out for petty reasons, and this is absolutely not attractive at all. "That's why it's best for you to stay away from that guy. He's nothing but violence." Mary spat.

I asked. “What? Who says who?” Lizar answered from the ceiling. “I didn't say for her to use her frebbles just to bring me down here. It's her fault so Ma'am Safira will scold her.” “See what I am telling you? Annoying. He make me want to irggh,” Iris said angrily at the same time her soft hair like clouds turned black like a storm coming because of anger. I just sighed and did what Iris wanted. It might rain here inside the café in no time. I controlled my hair to attack quills where Lizar was.

Risa a little fiercely "Oh that ma'am .. I can explain this" "I really do not believe that my students and the younger siblings of my old friend can turn out this bad, besides you who are naughty at school it turns out that you are also a man who is no different from those who like to go to this despicable place?!" Mrs. Risa said with full affirmation

"Those were freaking sweet." "I know! She'd take them right out from other my nose, then deny it! She'd use them the next day in class, like I was stupid. I still haven't forgiven her." It seemed funny that someone who got angry so rarely was holding a grudge against someone over scented erasers. We spent the rest of the hour bitching about Terry and Simon and all the other stupid people in our school. Just a few months ago, she'd been one of those stupid people as far as I was concerned, but now I saw her for what she was: a normal human being, not a tramp or anything else. Fancy that, huh?

He didn’t even heave a sigh, talk more of a saying a word. “Can you stop saying rubbish and let the girl talk?” Iris spat out with a glare that was boiled with anger and hatred. This was just her. That one girl loved the name ‘trouble’ and caused it wherever she went, and this was another one. But it was more serious and dangerous, especially when it had to Sebastian. “Iris, there’s no need to create a scene. You can get another one, you’re worth more than a diamond ring. let’s all just go back and enjoy the fuction, please.” Aunt had said, obviously realizing the type of fuss-causer iris was.

Marcus The air in Iris’s lair was thick with the smell of incense, a pungent, sweet scent that lingered in my nose as we stood before the witch. It was the same scent that had haunted me from the moment I first met her, but now, the very essence of it made my skin crawl. The stone walls of her hideout, dimly lit by flickering candles, felt oppressive, closing in on me. The weight of the decision that lay ahead was too heavy to carry alone. I could feel the pressure building within me, a dangerous pressure, one that could explode at any moment.

She turned her head slowly, raised her eyes, held a loud and sarcastic laughter in which the echo of the voice was carried by the high walls and corridors of the house. She rolled her eyes in her head as I tightened the grip on her chin, and spat against the floor. I clapped my hands slowly and stood up against my knee as I stood to my full height utterly disgusted. She pissed me off. Everything she had done Irked me . She was riling me up on purpose. I meant it hard and down to the core.