Romans & histoires Mad The Loud House Angry

But instead of acknowledging my feelings, she brushed them aside, insisting on her own version of reality. “I think you’re the one who’s living in delusions, Maddie. After everything we’ve been through, you’re just gonna drop it like nothing. Don’t talk rubbish, Maddie. You’re not that stupid.” Her dismissiveness grated on my nerves, igniting a simmering anger within me. "You think this was a joke?" I snapped, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "I am serious, mother." But Mom's response was a chuckle, "Enough with the jokes, Maddie," she said, her tone light and unconcerned as if my words were nothing more than a jest to her.

She had already made me angry. “So what? When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you know who I am?” she snapped. “Mind educating me?” I asked, flashing my sweetest smile. Honestly, I didn’t care who she was. I just wanted to get myself fired. Her face twisted in anger. “How dare you speak to me like that!” she shouted. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. She definitely had some serious anger issues. Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps grew louder. A group of maids appeared in the doorway with their heads bowed slightly but their faces were tense. They rushed towards the woman.

I laugh, but the sound erupts out from my throat like a mad woman. Yes, maybe I am a mad woman right now. And probably I should do what mad women do when they are mad. They vent out their anger, even if their words end up sounding like venomous gibberish. “You are so fucking heartless!” I start, and I do not stop even when the stand-by waiter throws a cold sharp glance at our table before ripping his eyes away.

She stayed hidden and I had to go home, so I ended the call for now so I can drive my self home, I got home, ordered some food, and jumped in the shower. I finished my shower and sat down to eat my dinner while video chatting with Lou again, she was mad for some reason. Every time I asked her what's up and she kept ignoring me, she was clearly angry, just throwing things around the room, hitting the pillows. I tried to calm her but no use, she turned to full-on yelling her anger out, I had enough with her tantrum and used my mommy voice with her. "Louis, That's enough. Why are you angry?" I ask in a firm voice.

she said angrily "I will go and talk to him, he has always done whatever he wants, that doesn't mean he will ruin my son's life because of his anger" she said as she stood and marched towards the door angrily "Stop her" I mumbled to my mate and he immediately stood up and caught her hand before she could walk out of the room "Mom, listen to me, both you and I know that will not make any difference, he will not listen to you and it will only create problems between both of you" he said as he walked towards the bed making Luna sit

Jun sat down on the sofa opposite Madam Bevis, guessing something, but did not mention Martha, only whispered: "Mom, being angry is not good for your health." "It's bad for your health to be angry? You have the guts to say, I'm not angry with your wife." Madam Bevis coughed angrily and said straight to the point, "Do you have another woman outside? Bring it back, don't look like someone else, so you don't make people laugh!" Jun heard Madam Bevis say this, stood up suddenly, restrained his anger, and said, "It's nothing, Mom, don't listen to her nonsense." She headed to ask Xalvia, "Where is she?"

Laughter. Then, I heard a loud, angry voice. It was Diane. “What is wrong with you guys?!”

She replied casually as though she was not affected by this. Hearing this, Maddie was infuriated as she yelled out.“What did you just say, mom? Chloe is coming over to the house? How did that happen? Why would you let come close to the house right under your nose, mom?” She yelled without restraint as she was completely vexed. Her voice was so loud that other people in the restaurant could hear what they are talking about as they kept stealing glances toward their direction wondering why she was yelling so loud. Maddie didn't care either.

Michelle I'm furious. I heard the door open in the middle of the night. The father of my children is finally home from clubbing, and now I'm storming into the kitchen, angrier than a thundercloud. I press on the lights. "MADDOX!" The behemoth of a man jumps in startlement. He is facing the kitchen cabinet, hand deep down into a bag of chips. When he turns around to meet my eyes, he looks like a hamster caught in headlights.

Shocked. Then an angry voice—sharp, furious. “What the fuck is going on here?”