Provoked Novels & Stories

It makes me a damn unhinged, a crazy person without control, an impulsive one who only seeks to provoke him, to bring out the worst, to get the Santiago I knew from him, who dared to put a foot in my door to prevent me from closing it in his face. "Very daring, isn't it?" "Start walking back to me." His steps are safe and strong. He is angry. He's like a fucking lion in a cage. I stick to the hallway wall as I take two steps back. “What? Jealous because I can do with another what I should do with you? I do not regret the provocation I do, instead, I feel full of life. I'm not interested in what's going on in your head. The truth is that I am not even interested in what I myself think of this

Everyone gasped as His face go red with anger. "The fuck" He instantly pulled away from me and stood up. "Lowell, didn't you train your bastard slave to behave?" He fired at Lowell. Lowell reluctantly apologize to him. "Fucking behave daciana or you going to get in real serious trouble later..." Maybe I wanted that trouble more than this, is it dying? Then bring it on. I'm just not going to allow these people have way with me. The same guy tried again but I spat on him as dug my fingers into his arms. That does it. The guy slapped me so hard that I fell on the floor in a loud thud.

'I never raised my hands on a woman, you're the first one to provoke me'. 'A mere provocation can unleash the demons hiding in you, that doesn't whitewash your character. You maybe a spotless figure but you're black from inside. You are a demon in disguise!', she snickered removing his hand from underneath her chin, turning her face away after the cold encounter.

he protested, attempting to distance himself from the situation. However, Blake, not buying his denial, snapped at him, his frustration evident. "Bloody liar!" he exclaimed, his patience wearing thin. My anger surged even further in response to Blake's outburst, fueling my determination to get to the truth. Without hesitation, I jerked Julian forcefully, causing him to stumble and crash over his own desk.

Chain someone up and then torture them like that for no reason other than they were helping me? I looked over to Dimietry cross, how could he do this? Why would he kill people to make me help him? Seriously, what makes someone like him think that I would just willingly join forces with him after he killed my friends? All of these questions raced through my mind as I grew angry. I felt the anger rise in me with every breath I took. My body seemed to heat up as blood rushed through my veins. My heart started pounding again as the adrenaline kicked in.

“You’re disgusting.” “So disgusting that you invited me to your place to screw your sadness away.” “That’s not true! I called you about the contract cancellation.” Lison let out a small laugh. “I can break many things, but not the agreement,” he said with a double meaning. Libia swallowed hard. “Stop doing that…” “Doing what?” “Looking at me like you want to devour me.” “You know the answer,” Tiodor said, starting to unbutton his shirt. “No, I don’t,” she said, a bit dazed.

Lottie POV Havoc's possessive actions only intensified the atmosphere, charging the air with pent-up rage and ridiculous testosterone. The bar's patrons recoiled, some with fear glinting in their eyes, others with a spark of excitement at the imminent violence. While many didn't seem to notice as they too had lunged into a harrowing fight. Tables were pushed back, and glasses clinked and spilt as everyone braced for the impending storm. Suddenly, Adam's wolf burst through the crowd. His eyes were venomous, his body rippling with pent-up aggression as he charged at Havoc.

I protested, yanking off his habd from mine, while he grunted in discomfort, pulling at me. I pulled away, prying the door, it was locked, it wouldn’t open, “Just shut up!” He yelled pulling at me, struggling. I saw his hand reach for my phone once more, I quickly sunk my teeth into his flesh, hearing him make a loud moan in pain gave me just as much satisfaction.

Harold was still grumbling something, disappearing through the kitchen door and my mother crouched beside me. Her gaze scanned me up and down rushedly and concerned as her hands flew to brush softly over my injuries, hesitating where to touch. She looked broken, defeated, and not even the tender touch of her fingers was enough to calm me this time. "You... You know he dislikes being disrespected. Why do you provoke him?" "Provoke him?" I repeated breathlessly in disbelief, gritting my teeth as I shakily pushed myself into a sitting position against the wall. My whole body felt on fire. He did this. And the blame was mine for provoking him?

“Who will ruin whose reputation is yet to be known yet!” I originally had no intention of arguing with her, but her words completely irritated me. I broke into hearty laughter. Under the effect of alcohol, I felt like I could even kill someone, let alone a mere adversarial woman who came to provoke me. I pulled out my mobile phone from my bag and turned it on. "Take a look at what this is." My attitude was identical to the time when Jared blackmailed me. Now that I was doing the same to her, I could understand the almost perverse pleasure that came from it.