Provoked Novelas e Histórias

Before this, he was mad at her and thought that what she did was unforgivable, but now it seemed as though the unforgivable one was him? He caught up to her. “I admit I was a little out of control yesterday, but you were the one provoking me. Don’t you think you should calm down?” Xavia just laughed mockingly. “I provoked you? Do you know how difficult it was for me to make the decision to break up? Do you know how terrible it feels to indirectly kill someone who has been friendly and nice to you?”

Still, for the sake of confirmation, I asked Xavier to go through the CCTV footage of the factory a few minutes before the protest. And, not so surprisingly, it came out this man was the initiator as he literally dragged everyone to the hall and then told them something in a manner that they all refuted against me within an hour. The anger boiled inside me like a relentless storm barely contained coming face to face with the provoker. “No bull-shiting around. I’ll ask one thing and you will respond if you don’t want to get thrown out of the factory.” I asked directly, without beating around the bush. “Why are you provoking all of them?” My angry voice had his attention.

Mrs Smith looked angry when she reminisced about the past. "That lying piece of sh*t... I wish I never met Jeff... Just a few more weeks to my wedding, the bastard drugged me and had his way with me. The worst thing was that I didn't even know about it." Mrs Smith suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. Sophia rubbed her hands gently to get her to calm down. Why is she feeling pity for her enemy's mother?

‘He seems to be provoking me to attack him, but what is his purpose?' Elio thought. Elio was right that Adrian was trying to provoke him into attacking him. With his strength slowly recovering, he had the confidence that he could deal with someone like Elio. Rather than waiting for Elio to act and putting himself in a passive position, Adrian preferred to provoke Elio now and find a way to swiftly defeat him. Although things might become complicated this way, at least he would resolve a troublesome matter.

“I now see why everyone wants to punch him.” Maggie laughed; she was so shocked that she did not know how else to react. This was so unlike her mother, or her family at all. Outside of the football field, she had never once seen Lincoln get violent, or her dad, and she had never once seriously slapped a person in her life, and now this, her mom was even saying it? What was Doctor Joel Evans doing to this family? “What would you say, if I told you Mom, that I slapped him? Right across his smug stupid face.”

Anger and hurt washes over me as I see another guy on top of Lina, fucking her. I feel enmity release through my veins as I immediately act upon my impulses. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I found myself ripping Adrian off of her and continuously punching him in his face. I could hear Lina screaming for me to stop as blood started running from his nose, but something just wouldn't allow me to stop. Soon Lina pulled me away from him, having him immediately fall to the ground. As I saw him lay there a certain tingle sparked within me making me feel a little more brighter about what was going on, until I laid my eyes on this bitch.

The urge to lash out, to strike him for his insensitivity, surged through me like a tide. He effortlessly managed to provoke me, to push my buttons in a way that no one else could. It infuriated me how he could remain so detached, so oblivious to the turmoil he caused within me. As I sat there, contemplating whether to storm out or confront him, the restaurant buzzed with activity around us, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me.

"Young Master Brown, I have nothing to say to you. Please step aside. Or else, don't blame me for using violence!" Monique wasn't a person who did things impulsively. However, for some reason, as long as Levi provoked her, her emotions would be easily triggered. When provoked, she did not curse nor swear but wanted to smack the person who angered her. She would beat him into an unrecognizable pulp.

A wave of fear washed over me, but I stood firm, my eyes blazing with defiance. "You're a disgrace," I shot back. "A disgrace as a human being. You lack empathy and compassion. You're just a hollow shell, devoid of any substance." His expression twisted with rage as he stepped closer, fists clenched, eyes burning with anger. I held my ground, my heart racing. I knew I was pushing him to his limit, but I couldn't help myself. My anger and hatred fueled me. "Go ahead," I provoked. "Hit me. Prove how tough you really are."

"I just didn't want to listen to your bullshit." He smiled then — no, smirked — slow, deliberate, the kind of expression that was pure provocation. It was impossible to tell whether he was amused or enraged. Maybe both. Either way, it made my blood boil. It made my thighs clench. It made me want to slap him, claw at him, kiss him until the lines between hate and want disappeared.