Mlp Spike Angry Novels & Stories

I stood up slowly,my whole body tensed up ,my blood boiling ,I felt so angry I might have smoke coming out of my ear. "Why ? I simply asked. "You know why I did that, don't pretend ," he said , making me angrier. I felt sparks all over my body ,I was losing control of my mind . *Calm down Nanuet ,calm down* I took a deep breath, deciding to listen to the voice that spoke in my head . I felt light headed after getting that angry, I have never been so angry in my life before . "What wrong did I do to deserve that ,I pointed to the shattered phone and said calmly bitting my lips to stop me from crying

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.

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."

“You’re talking to hallucinations.” “…Okay, maybe a little help.” Angel Caierre floated closer, placing an imaginary hand on his shoulder. “Relax. He likes you. Deep down you know he does.” Caierre’s throat tightened. “Then why does it feel like every answer just leads to more questions?” “Because,” Spiky-Horn Caierre said proudly, lifting his spear, “you are emotionally incompetent.” “HEY—!” Angel Caierre slapped Spiky-Horn Caierre with his wing. “Don’t say that. He’s not incompetent.”

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.

"Even if he didn't sleep around, he's still trash. Cheaters don't change. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Jean needs to move on and find someone better. We're queens. We play men, not the other way around!" "But let's be real. Conrad hasn't even tried to find Jean, has he? Sure, she's gorgeous and talented, but Conrad's the untouchable heir of Jasselton. The guy can just snap his fingers and get whatever he wants. Why would he ever beg for her attention?" Soon, the Lennons seized the narrative online once again. All my videos were scrubbed from the internet in no time, and anyone who had spoken out against me was suddenly silenced. "Seriously? All I said was Jean shouldn't get ahead of her

And then his lips. They crush down on mine with a force that steals my breath. A kiss that isn't one. It's an assertion. A violent punctuation to hours of glances, mute tensions. It's a battle. His lips are hard, demanding, seeking to force entry, to take, to drink. The taste of him floods me – coffee, cold anger, and that masculine essence, wild, now completely unbridled.

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

He boomed, with fury shining in his gray eyes. "I… I didn't.." I stuttered, sobbing in tears. I just couldn't find the right words to say, and Malik's demeanor was also intimidating. I was afraid of what he was capable of. Malik stood up, and he screamed, "Shiiiiiiit!!!!…" "Shiiiiiiit!!!!! The fuck, huh!!!!" He boomed. He stood up, and he growled violently, with everything inside of him. He was utterly irritated and angered, and I was scared.