Romans & histoires Mlp Angry

Observing the anger evident in Malcolm's eyes, Bianca continued, "Unfortunately... you're far too arrogant, Malcolm." The emphasis on his name was particularly biting.

They all can’t just turn soft all of a sudden. “Do you want that man?” I look up this time but Malachi isn’t looking at me, he’s looking at a spot on the table. A flower embroidered onto the space. His voice sounds faraway as he speaks, “I don’t think that man would have ever treated you right, Antonia. He was very angry, and he always let that anger lead when it came to you.” “Well fuck him and his anger. He let it lead for three years. Three good years.”

"I'll let her go, but only if you double the payment. I won't give up a profitable asset without proper compensation." Jared's anger momentarily subsided, replaced by a twisted satisfaction. "You drive a hard bargain, McKayla," he commented, his voice dripping with contempt. "But I will pay your price. Do we have a deal?" As Jared rose from his seat, his gaze locked fiercely with McKayla's. His eyes burned with a dangerous intensity, conveying a message of consequence that sent shivers down her spine. She had underestimated the depth of Jared's fury, and now she would face the repercussions.

I roll my eyes and whistle for them to start, they stride around each other for a few seconds before Liliana strikes first, the strike has Camilla down but not pinned. People begin to gather around us, I let out a sigh when Liliana defends Camilla's attack. Angel on the other hand chuckles, “Lily will fuck this whore up.” I clench my fists to keep them from turning her into my own personal punching bag and rest assured, I would enjoy it. I have a lot to get off my chest, a lot that's hurting me from the inside so bad that I would murder Angel and her minions if I decided to channel that anger towards someone. “Can you at least shut your trap since you can't keep your legs closed, keep one ho

I'm just asking, right? "Why are you angry? Then why are you annoyed? Are you hurting?", I said while slapping his arm, it's so hard shems kidding HAHAHA "I'm not angry or annoyed, I'm just telling the truth", he defended "Tsh, you whisper in your ass" "He doesn't like you"

I wіѕh I didn’t have thіѕ muсh coffee, but I рісk up mу сuр and fіnіѕh іt anyway. Blаkе Anderson has anger іѕѕuеѕ. I dоn’t dеѕеrvе this ѕhіt. I trу аnd brеаthе. I need tо thіnk, but mу brаіn іѕn’t kicking іntо gеаr. I nееd ѕоmе fооd.

He roared at her before she could say anymore words that annoying to him. Malik realized that he can't just stand the words she just said to him. He was really angry on top of that he was yearning to have her in his ten fingers. She could resist now but not forever he sighed as he messed with his hair. Time to be serious he advised himself. Or else this girl will come the pain in my ass n

Her anger surged like a tidal wave as the unwelcome voice cut through the air from behind, igniting the flames of frustration within her. Slowly turning on her heel, she fixed a piercing gaze who had dared to utter those words. She closed her eyes in pure angriness, her words cutting through the air like a blade. "Don't have any shame, or is your cheek really itching to get a hard slap, you dick?" Her tone was sharp. Mason slipped his hands inside his pant, "Oh Jesus, here I am planning to put some beautiful stick inside your small hole, and you're being angry with me. This is heart-breaking."

,he roared back. "I never signed shit you idiot and I would never sign my life away to you. Nix was a money hungry piece of shit that died too easy. You need to die slow and screaming like you made most of us do from beatings!!"Angie yelled right back. Warren looked taken back, but he snarls at her. "You will pay for your insolence," he says calmly, and Angie cringes. He steps closer, and Emma pokes him right in the eye.

"Who are you working for?" "I work for the Brooklyn Enquirer,” I replied, exasperatedly. “How many times do I have to tell you this? God, I thought vampire’s would be smarter than this. Fricken dumbass," I responded, adding the last bit under my breath as I slapped my hands against my face. I could no longer hide my anger. I realized I was wrong for breaking into Darick's home, but holding me hostage was unreasonable. I no longer cared that he was the leader of one of the most dangerous mafia gangs in New York. I just wanted to go home.