Perempuan Marah Tanda Sayang นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she is really angry today but gosh I love that anger on her face. It has been three years since I married this amazing woman and my life and bedroom both have become adventurous. At first, I had slight doubt that I might not like being sub but once we tried and I saw her taking charge... that anger, pride, and arrogance on her face made her look so gorgeous... I can't deny I love her as my sub and she rarely asks me to be her sub but when she does, it is pure excitement for me. Smack... Smack... Smack...

Mara said suddenly. “I’m too old,” Lena replied automatically. “You’re too dramatic,” Mara shot back. “You’re gorgeous, smart, funny” “And divorced,” Lena added. “Exactly!” Mara lifted her fresh glass with enthusiasm. “Divorced women have experience. Men should be lining up. You’re emotionally complex and mildly unhinged.” Lena choked on her drink. “Is that supposed to be encouraging?” Mara waggled her brows. “Absolutely. Men love a woman who knows what she wants.”

Sebastian’s They say a real man chooses to honor, love, and stay faithful to one woman. I say feelings are fleeting—just temporary emotions, easily altered by circumstances you never expected. I smirked as I stared at the red liquid swirling in my glass. It reminded me of someone obsessed with red lipstick. Red—the color of love, passion, and strong emotion. But it can also mean anger, rage. Humans always see things from different angles. What might be beautiful to one could be destructive to another.

She says, infuriated. “Do you love him?" “I don't love you, what difference does it make?" She blurted out angrily and storms off almost immediately not giving him any chance to utter another word.

Sagar said with a smile which looked sad to me. " Sorry .... Of course I know, it is just that... I .... " " Got jealous...... You are whipped man. Oh my god!!! Maurvi what have you done to my friend??? " He was laughing like a child. It was a beautiful sight to see him laughing like this after so long. " No, I am serious Sagar Ji... If she is so angry with you, that means she has feelings for you and you did something that hurt her so bad that she doesn't even want to see your face. She would not have been angry if she didn't care..."

ELIJAH "Don’t you dare say anything about Emma," I warned Mason, my voice trembling with suppressed rage. I was losing control. Emma was my love, my everything, and I couldn’t stand to hear her being disrespected. “Are you going to take my life, Alpha, like you took the life of your pup for that... whore?” Mason spat, and a storm of guilt and anger surged through me, blinding my thoughts. His words pushed me over the edge.

She pleaded, tears streaming down her eyes as she begged for her freedom. The pleas were starting to get me angry, it was starting to become so annoying and I don’t want to get annoyed at her. “Don’t you get it?!” I roared as I hit the table in anger, making her jump. Rage seared through me as I stared at her with burning desire. How can I let her go when I’ve already grown so in love with her?

She seemed to be a good lady and I was certain that she would get a loving husband, just like I have a loving wife. "Whoa. I really love that. I'm certain your anger isn't something anyone hopes to see." She teased and laughed out loud, but gently. "I guess. I also don't really like getting angry. It's scary to me, whenever I see myself angry." I chuckled, looking around.

"Honestly, I married you because I love you, Myron. If I didn't love you, Marvin wouldn't be here in this world. And that love only grew stronger after Marvin was born." "Then why are you always angry with me, huh? Where's the love if that's how you treat me?" Mr. Myron squinted sharply. "Isn't anger a sign of love?" Mrs. Charlotte put on her sweetest smile. She moved closer to her husband and slipped her arm through his. "Come on, let's not be mad. We're getting old and should enjoy our time happily." "Easy for you to say, old? I'm still vigorous."

“I am angry with you.” “For what now?” I say completely exasperated with her mood swings. Pursing her full lips she glares at me. Her emerald eyes are glowing with anger. “Oh, I don’t know,” she says sarcastically. “Perhaps because you betrayed the mate bond.”