Marinette Angry Novels & Stories

She was super pissed off and to me especially hot as fuck. There was something about the aggressive way she moved when she was pissed off that I found breathtaking. Marina had tits like an angel and her huge areola and nipples got hard and hot puffy when she was upset. I couldn't help but crack a sly man smile. Of course, that pissed her off more. My disrespectful friend left immediately. The fucked up part is that he stuck the hot dirty red panties in his pocket anyway. He walked right passed Marina and I with a stupid grin on his face.

"Mariani had never been so angry in recent years, so she couldn't bear it for a while. She couldn't help raising her voice and even took a few steps in front." Evangeline's eyes instantly turned cold. What's wrong? Do you want to fight? Come on! I'll disable you for the rest of your life!

“I delivered everything. You know I did.” Angelo’s reply was a furious bark of laughter. “Do not lie to me!” My heart pounded. I reached for Mara’s arm. She stiffened. “Go back inside,” she whispered urgently. “Now.” I stepped toward the door, but the argument continued, stinging with threat. “You know what comes next after the lord” I hear Angelo’s safistic laughter. My body trembled, I felt pity for whoever was at the receiving end lf his anger. I barely know him but I know he could do dangerous things.

Garret stares at it. Marinah makes a sharp noise in the back of her throat and stares pointedly at Garret. "This is when men play nice, shake hands, and spill the info. Even I'm tired of waiting," she grumbles testily. Garret snaps out of his fog and shakes my hand. Firm and quick. I play nice at my mate's request and don't break his hand. "Well, umm, I apologize," he says. "I've heard a lot about you both, and I guess I'm a little tongue-tied." His gaze rests on Marinah, and I can't stop a low growl. He snaps his eyes away from my mate, and I relax somewhat.

I defeated the Black Moon pack once and all their native magic, and I can do that again, to save you all from the forth coming full moon, with or without my son, but like I have said, You will all see him, and he will be everything you hope for". He bowed in his usual way to show that he was done talking, and walked out. obviously he feels hurt, that his cabinet members have doubt about him. When it was clear that he was out of sight, Marinara, clears her throat to get their attention. They thought she wanted to smooth talk things, which is her usual way, she knows how to calm situations, but this time, seemed different, because when they looked into her eyes, it was obvious, that she was an

Ronan yells and… Bang. Another shot goes off and the sound that follows grate in my ears. “Don’t you dare look back, Angie,” Marina grits, her voice shaky. “Don’t you dare.”

Mariano still didn't look at me, "I'm only so close to beating your ass raw. So don't say a word." I bit my lip. "You won't even look at me?" I mean, it wasn't that big of a deal. Why was he so angry? He didn't answer, but that was an answer enough. I curled up in my side of the bed, and waited for him to say something. Mariano turned off the lights, and I felt the bed dip beside me. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "That stunt you pulled put you in so much fucking danger, Bella." He said. Atleast he wasn't calling me Isabelle.

she stammered between sobs. “Marcelo, I realize now how disruptive my actions were. I'm sorry if they've upset you," she pleaded, hoping for his understanding. Marcelo, growing weary of her excuses yet maintaining a calm demeanor, interrupted, "Vivian, I'm not angry at you." His reassurance caught her off guard. "Really?" she inquired, a flicker of hope in her eyes. “Yes," he confirmed, "but Renee is angry at me." Vivian’s brief relief was shattered by this revelation, leaving her momentarily frozen.

She knew she had to remain calm, for the sake of her children, but it was hard to suppress the anger and hurt that threatened to overflow. "I don't know what happened, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Greg's response was immediate and crushing. "You better be, we're not having this child, one is enough trouble." His words cut deep, piercing her heart like a knife. Marianne felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. All she could do was stare, her eyes fixed on Greg's angry face, her mind reeling with the implications of his words.

"Just go to my house—" "Van," she corrected. "Does it matter?! Just go there and check my special box for a vile with thick glowing blue liquid. Hurry up," she nodded and dashed off, her speed channelling wind into my face. "I'm so sorry, Marinette, I didn't mean for this to happen…" he apologised, running his fingers through his burning hair. I still wasn't crying, I just stared at him with my mouth open even though I was in exquisite pain. "Stand up."