Mlp Angry Novels & Stories

My agony turns to anger by seeing the way Professor Ahan and Rylee are laughing at me. I slap Ellen, and luckily the sound of my slap stops the horrific laughter of the two insects instantly. “I’m ashamed to know that this handsome face is just to cover up the rotten personality of yours.” Hatred for him covers my face. Frustration and anger are clogging my throat. I storm out of the room, hoping not to see them again in my whole life, my footfall resonating loudly in the subsequent silence.

“I—I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you today! You f*cking gold digger!” Anger rose in Ben like a tide. His bloodshot eyes were full of wrath and he looked as though he had emerged from hell. “I’ll end you! F*cking shameless b*tch!”

Manuel Seo’s feelings of intense emotion, which was a mixture of anger and grief increased by annoyance due to the secretary’s relentless pleading, resulted in his excessive explosion due to the mixed emotion. “Bullshit—Can you please shut your fucking mouth!” Manuel Seo couldn't control his anger anymore, so even though he could feel the tightness in his chest due to extreme weakness—from the news he found out—he still managed to slap his desk nameplate to the floor. His secretary was shocked because he did not expect that he could get angry and lose his calm yet authoritarian aura.

she said angrily as Malachi unpacked his suitcase after one such trip. “How is it ruling my future?” he asked her, feeling the anger surfacing. “Do you like killing outcasts? Are these fights just an excuse so you can go out there and pretend you don’t have any responsibilities?” she asked him. “This is how I handle anger, deal with it!” Malachi yelled at her. “You have to deal with it and fighting isn’t the answer!” she yelled back. “Or what?” He yelled. “Or you can keep doing this by yourself!” she yelled as she grabbed her purse and walked towards the bedroom door. Malachi slammed the door closed and pushed her against it.

Mila I was so angry. No, not just angry, I was fûcking furious. My heart pounded inside my chest as I waited for the elevator to take me down to the underground parking. What I didn't understand was why my eyes were smarting and I have to blink back the tears if I was angry. Fûcking arsehole. Arrogant bastard. How could he even think for a second that I’d say yes to his preposterous preposition. Like I was something to buy.

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

My anger surged, and I couldn't hold back, "What the heck are you doing?" He responded callously, "Watch your mouth, bitches." "No, you watch it, loser," I snapped, my frustration evident in my tone. The man's laughter only fueled my anger. I was done being a pawn in this twisted game orchestrated by Mikhail. Yelena, fueled by her own anger, was ready to strike back. Her growl of frustration echoed in the dimly lit basement. I understood her rage, but I knew that impulsive actions could lead to disastrous consequences.

He jeered, laughing in a mocking manner. "Arghhh," Malik growled with crackling anger. He was fired up with rage, and he was ready to unleash his fury against the stranger who has not only made jest of his lifelong condition but also reduced him to a piece of trash, in front of his pack members. He was consumed by anger, and he wanted to race forwards to punish Ubuntu but he suddenly couldn't move forward, it was as if his feet were pinned to the ground.

. Angry that Annalia is still dwelling in the past and finds it hard to move on and she still doesn't want any help. Sad for the same reason as to why I am angry. I exhale and continue to walk. It would definitely take sometime before I go back home. I really wonder how she is doing.I take a U-turn still having no idea of where I am going to, I just want to walk until I feel that I am calm. I've been known for having trouble with managing my anger and honestly it really isn't a pleasant sight. It has broken most of the friendships and relationships ships that I have had in the past, most at times it always gave me the confidence I needed to say some very ugly words which were quite unpleasan

“Who pissed you off this time? It can’t be me, since you just got back.” “Some rich men, of course. Who else makes me want to burn down this world? At least that way I’d clean up the gene pool a little.” Angie shrugged, crossing her arms, hating that she no longer had a job. A few months ago, it was Betty feeling like crap because her boss didn’t give a damn about her dedication and hard work, and today, it was her turn to be kicked out because some rich man couldn’t find it in his heart to hear the complete truth. Well, fuck them and fuck him. She’d find another job. She wasn’t going to cry about it.