Mlp Spike Angry Novels & Stories

Philip laughed mockingly. What he wanted to do was to stoke Mandy’s fury. When a person got angry and flew into a rage, it was easy to lose rationale. Sure enough, his words made Mandy so angry that she started to tremble. Likewise, those guys in Warehouse 8 also looked at Philip with admiration. One word—awesome! Second word—amazing! Mandy angrily clenched her fist. The hidden lavender light under her eyes reflected a biting killing intent! In the Nonagon, everyone was respectful to her, but when she got here, she was actually humiliated by a scoundrel who was nothing!

I said and hurriedly bent down to take the water bottle. "What the hell is happening here?" came an angry voice of Arthur, Oh god, save me! I stood up and looked at him, he was glaring at me with a very angry expression on his face, his eyes were moving to me, to the water on the floor, to April and back to me. And when I saw him clenching his jaw in pure anger, I gulped hard and Coop's words rushed back to me making my legs and body shiver. Mr. Spencer hates kids.

I forced myself to look away, to break the connection between us, but my anger still simmered just below the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The slightest hint of a smile on Malcolm's face was like fuel to the fire that burned within me. My rage intensified, simmering just below the surface, as I watched him revel in his smugness. Every twitch of his lips, every sparkle in his eye, was a fresh betrayal, a new reminder of the pain he had caused.

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."

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.

Milena asked, desperately not wanting to spar with her. Angie tilted her head. “Are you scared, cupcake?” she asked, and Milena swallowed. “Rule number one: A mobster should never be afraid of his or her enemy. Fear is the worst thing that could weigh you down,” she said, her eyes piercing straight to Milena's core. Milena muttered. "I'm not afraid." Angie chuckled. "Brave. I’ll give you that." Without warning, Angie lunged, throwing a punch toward Milena’s face. Milena barely managed to dodge, stumbling back as her heart raced. Angie didn’t give her time to recover, closing the distance and sweeping her leg, sending Milena crashing to the ground.

The rage within Spark had reached its breaking point. "Do you truly believe us to be mere children, following your every whim? That was sheer nonsense! Are you truly so dense?!" Spark's anger erupted. Marlie glared at Spark, wanting to retaliate as she always did, but Mark interjected.

- 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.

"You won't get away with this! I'm going to call the cops and report you for drugging my son!" "Do whatever you want," I said flatly, "but before you call them, you might want to check the trending list. The whole world has seen what your son looks like right now. "Oh, and don't forget to call an ambulance. If he isn't sent to the hospital soon, that part of him is probably finished." With that, I hung up. I watched the livestream of my screen, which had already turned into a grotesque parody of a nature documentary. My heart was completely calm, though coursing underneath it was the cold satisfaction of long-overdue revenge.

“I wanna ask something.” “Don’t make it too complicated to answer,” she said giving me a worried expression. “Don’t worry, it’s just simple.” “Okay, spill.” “What kind of a being is Angelo?”