Mlp Angry Novels & Stories

He asked rhetorically, his soft baritone had become stiffened with anger, pulling at the man. The car door opened, I could see his face, Julian’s face was moist with sweat, I had never seen him this angry, his eyes were low, frightening, a glare on his face. “I…I’m sorry” the man stammered, I watched him as I froze, my phone clutched tightly. “Who sent you?” Julian asked, his tone demanding an immediate answer as his hand folded into a fist. “Talk now!!” He demanded. “I’m calling the police” I said, taking my phone to be dialed, my hands quivering.

James was extremely annoyed when he heard Angie scolding him like that. He wanted to punch this skinny, damned, and zombie-like woman to death. However, he had exhausted every way to build a good image in front of Gloria, he could not just lose that all because of this woman. James gritted his teeth and endured it while smiling gently. "Angie…" "How dare you call my name! How dare you! I'm asking you, how dare you call my name? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Angie immediately stood up and cursed at James. She looked very much like a crazy person in that situation.

Sir plea-" "Get out before I do something you won't like" ******* "Hey will you please stop passing your aggression on your employees? What's wrong with you Aryan? If you know you want to pass your aggression on someone, then do that to the person you're angry with not with the innocent people! Aryan, I heard you fired forty two of your workers! And most especially the poor man! For God sake ,this is insane!" Malik yelled preaching. "Are you done?" I asked flatly.

Theo POV. I’m angry, I’m always angry, it’s not my hand, it’s in my DNA, I think I was born like that, I don’t know how to deal with all of the anger in me. I’m not NF, I don’t rap my anger out, I don’t do drugs, and I want to take it out on someone, on anyone, I want to take all of this anger out of me.

I did my best to steady my beating heart, and it seemed memories of the night I ran away, accompanied with the package which had been delivered to me... did the trick. There was no longer fear, in its place was anger, and hatred coursing through my veins. Boiling hot like lava. I was seething, but still, I decided not to say anything. Let's see what the bastard has to say for himself. So with a deep breath, I calm myself. "I'm surprised, you were able to descern my voice even when we've only met once." Arnold says over the phone, voice reeking of amusement.

I can taste it, I can feel it. I’m angry at the world and I’ll use that anger to get what I want, to make them pay. It’s going to be beautiful. When I rip their heads off. They won’t know what hit them.

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.

An angry opponent makes mistakes. That’s what my father and Caleb never understood. Anger is a weapon to their thinking, not a liability. Black is cast from the same mould. I’ve wound him up by staying calm, by being polite, and most of all by humiliating him, and he can’t see clearly through the red mist of fury. He’s three hundred pounds of muscle and rage, as unstoppable, dangerous and terrifying as a runaway locomotive, charging down on me. His free hand is out with claws ready, blocking any escape. Blinding sunlight flashes from the silver of his blade as it sweeps down.

He held my cheek gently, and with a soft tone, he spoke, "Are you mad at me?" 'Anita, does he have a split personality disorder?' I mind-linked my wolf. 'No, no matter how much he loves us, we should be careful around him. He has an anger problem, and he doesn't know how to treat his mate gently when he is angry.' "No, I am not." I heeded my wolf's instructions. "Really? Are you sure?" "Yes, Ace," I muttered. "Can I go now?" "Yes, sure,' he said, letting me go." On my way to my room, I met Mr. Scott.

Danzel POV "Fuck!" I cursed loudly, grabbing the crystal lamp off the desk and hurling it violently against the wall, watching it shatter into a thousand pieces. I downed the remaining bourbon in my glass, my anger surging until my grip tightened. The glass shattered in my palm. The sharp sting of the shards slicing into my skin multiplied the boiling rage tearing through my senses. I barely registered the blood dripping onto the carpet. She is right. I am a monster.