Mlp Angry Novels & Stories

- You always play with us. Klaus looks at the three little ones with disdain. - I will never play with babies ever again. I'm a man. I have real friends now. - Klaus? - Angel says with tears in his eyes. – are you angry with me? - I'm not angry. I'm just not going to play with you anymore. If you insist, I'll hit you. You're nothing but a chubby baby. I bet you still wet the bed. - I'm not a baby, and I don't wet my bed – replies Angel with his hands on his hips.

“What’s going on?” “Mind your business,” I replied, storming past him without a look back. God, I really need to rein in my anger. For goodness sake, why the fuck am I even angry? Milo is free to do whatever he wants and Ugly is free to play with whoever she wants but why do I just hate the fact that it was both of them?

I said and he threw his headphones and shut the computer forcefully " It's just a game, if you break it, I won't buy another one for you." I warned " They were Assholes! This is the fucking third game, they left me in the battle alone and let the enemies kill me." I laughed, he is so funny when he is angry " And I can't damn believe you are laughing at my anger." He frowned " Sorry, sorry, change your clothes, we are going out." " Fine." We were ready, we got in the car. Malik and I in the front and both Peter and Luke in the back. We went to the mall. Malik gave us a list to buy

“You fucking daughter of a stripper! You’ll see what I do to you!” Her eyes blaze with fury, her face contorted in a mask of rage. The venom in her voice is evident, each word dripping with hatred. I can see the veins in her neck bulging, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turn white. She is trembling with anger, barely able to contain herself. I chuckle, amazed at her audacity, her blatant disregard for the situation she's in. Her anger only fuels my resolve, strengthening my determination to see this through.

('IF YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE THEN YOU WON'T BE FEELING THIS WAY'). 'I know, you don't need to remind me all the time and like I said before, I was angry'. ('YEAH THAT DOESN'T JUSTIFY ANYTHING, A REASONABLE PERSON SHOULD BE ABLE TO CONTROL HIS ANGER AND NOT LET HIS ANGER CONTROL HIM'). 'Uh.....Uh.....What did we just make a deal on?'. ('SORRY') He forcefully said. 'It hasn't even been up to a minute and you are already breaking our deal'. ('DROP IT').

I'm in the middle yet no one saw it except Andy who chuckled silently and shrugged her shoulders off. “The Chief Executive Officer, Mr. Rage Thompson went here to complain someone's attitude towards him. I'm not happy with what you people did. It's a shame to our department to hear it especially from him.” Mrs. Agapita, our head spoke infront. Mouth hanged open, I slowly stand up to not get caught by her. Heat flushed my cheeks, I felt like I was hit bull's eye. He saw what I did that he smirked. I can't help not to roll my eyes at somewhere.

Malikha had finally begun to dare defy him openly. “I’m not afraid of you anymore. Do whatever you want! I’ll never obey you again!” Malikha whined angrily, her face flushed with frustration. It was the first time Aidan had ever seen Malikha truly angry, even stomping her foot in annoyance. Strangely, instead of becoming angry himself, Aidan suddenly had the urge to kiss her. She looked far more beautiful when she was mad like this. All this time, Malikha had never openly expressed her anger or resentment. She always buried her emotions deep inside. Seeing her finally act freely in front of him was oddly satisfying to Aidan.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Milena’s throat went dry. She didn’t want to find out. Not at all. “Relax, cupcake,” Angie said with a smirk. “If he was going to kill you, he’d have done it already.” Milena swallowed hard. That wasn’t exactly reassuring. Angie extended a hand. “I’m Angie. One of the best fighters in the clan. Respected, feared… and not someone you want as an enemy.” Milena hesitated before taking her hand. Angie’s grip was firm, her palm calloused—nothing like the hesitant, weak grip Milena offered in return.

My temper spiked immediately. “I’m not a fu.cking gay to come into your room and fu.ck you,” I spat angrily. He didn’t react, didn’t flinch, didn’t even look offended. He just watched me with the same calm expression, like he knew something I didn’t, like he could see straight through the angry front I was putting up.