Mlp Angry Novels & Stories

Listening to the chanting and clapping students, the cackling Madeline and her friends, and a mocking Dexter made the anger grow, intensifying the vibrating frequencies. When I started to get kicked, the chants of ‘slut’ becoming louder, I felt a scream coming up my throat. A powerful scream that would burn anything and everything I asked it to, something so powerful that it would tear all my enemies down. A wave of anger I didn’t even know I could bring to life was rushing out of me, making me feel like an earthquake would start and consume everything… and it was so close.

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.

“Do you think I’m some stupid slut, you can just fuck and get away with? I’ll make you pay!” Angela yelled, her face was red from anger, she wouldn’t actually do anything, she just wanted to vent her frustration. Trenton stood tall and looked at her. “When you’re done, do what I asked you to do, it wasn’t free of charge, I’m paying you for it!” He said. “Oh, really? And did I tell you I wanted to do it with you, mark my words, men like you don’t last on this earth!” She yelled more. “Get out!” He yelled back at her. She ran out in tears and went to a toilet to change, she vowed never to work in this company.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

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.

Malik snapped sharply, his warning clear and filled with an icy edge. "Stay away? Do I look like a child to you?" I retorted, feeling my own anger rising hot and fast. I was bewildered and hurt by his irrational behaviour, especially since I had explained to him before that this journey was my choice. "Why not direct your anger at me!" Malik's eyes narrowed, locking onto me with an icy intensity. "Do you think you can withstand my anger then?" he asked, his voice cold as he broke free from the restraining hands of his men.

the other angry lady spat out bitterly looking at me as if she could kill me with her sharp cat-like eyes. "Young lady...you look like a decent girl...tell me why you are doing this in my house"the blonde woman they called Marlene said shifting her gaze from Martha to me. I stared at her for a while, not sure what was going on with me. Was this Leo's mother who left him? She had blonde hair just like Martha. I guess Leo's mom was the other angry lady

Changing from hatred and anger to an angry passion burning deep within them both. Malcolm was prepared to make his point with a physical demonstration. He had every intention of taking her over his knee. Make her to the exercises the healer ordered and as the small device helped with that, he fully intended to spank her until the pleasure of the egg melded with the sting and burn of his palm landing on her bare bottom. If she apologized, he’d screw her until she couldn’t see straight. He had to. His shaft was a throbbing pole in his pants and all he could think about was driving it into her and burying it deep as it swelled and knotted within her.