Mlp Spike Angry Novels & Stories

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 doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to kill me. He’s staring into the sink when he speaks. “I’m angry. It’s not a good time to have any type of discussion. I don’t think we have a choice, though.” My temper spikes to its highest level and I can’t hold back. “You’re angry,” I yell. “I fucking saw you beat a man senseless and then watched Moon blow his fucking head off and you’re angry?”

He honked the car and sped off. ********* Spike. 4:30 a.m. Spike parked his car and highlighted it. He ran to their door and started pounding his fists on it, not minding he'd wake the neighbours. "Fuck. Open the damn door, Cassino. Valentina... I want my damn money back. Your supposed submissive pet ran away from her owner," He complained angrily.

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.

Even though I could feel the pain from being slapped twice with this mother and son tandem, I still showed them my brightest smile. "You got angry which means you are agreeing with what I said, Luna," I commented, provoking them again with my words. "Shut up, you bitch!" The Luna yelled again, as her face turned scarlet in anger. Before I could speak more, Spike stepped forward and immediately gagged my mouth, to prevent me from speaking. And, he also tied my hands with a rope to prevent me from escaping. "Mom, calm down. She's just trying to provoke you, to make you angrier," Spike said, as he tried to calm her down.

I pull myself to my feet to meet his cold, angry, and yet surprised gaze. "Did I hear you well?" I roll my eyes in disgust, "I. Said. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You. Good. For. Nothing. Twat." I spit out at him through gritted teeth. Anger flares in his eyes and I can practically see him going red and ready to burst any minute, and I might as well get ready. "Listen to me." He starts to say but I cut him off.

In our classes we are taught in training to withdraw in order to prevent giving our opponents a serious injury. After a moment Jay glares at me, growling. “KICK HIS ASS ANGIE!!!” I hear Stu scream at me again and all of a sudden, it's like another switch went off in me. All of the pent up anger and rage start to bubble inside me, and I feel my wolf’s energy spring forward.