She Is Feisty Novels & Stories

She closed her fist and positioned herself to attack. “Good, that’s good. I never fail to amuse myself. I like you.” She’s a fighter and I know I like her. I may be annoyed by her sharp tongue; I love how brave she was. “So, have you mastered the art of toughing out?” I hit I nerve, and it was a bull’s eye. “You’re so annoying.” “Aren’t you too?” “What do you want?” She asked, she clearly did not want to go on further teasing.

"Oh, stop it already! As if I’d waste any breath explaining myself to you! You don’t even deserve to know who I am," Fae shot back, standing confidently with her hands on her hips. "Scream all you want, you ugly bitch! No one here will help you!"

Making them feel like morons for not seeing it beforehand. Secondly, puny and pathetic or not, the Feyling has no fucking quit when she’s trying to convince someone of something. I swear sheer determination and willpower become a fifth element that lives within her. I’d be more impressed about her being the first and only person other than myself to stand up to the ‘oh-so-perfect douche-nozzle of a Prince,’ if it didn’t land me in this situation.

I interrupted, “If you dare to call me an asshole again, I will not think twice about pulling the trigger and shooting you directly in the forehead.” She didn’t even blink, her eyes locked with mine, her defiance unyielding. Somewhere deep down, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of surprise at her unwavering attitude. “Asshole!” she cursed, staring directly into my eyes. Feisty! Her boldness impressed me as I stood before her, the gun pressed against her forehead. She didn’t flinch, not even a hint of fear. I couldn't take my eyes off this captivating girl. As I witnessed her bravery, my anger began to dissipate. A smile spread across my face, admiring her fearless attitude. I couldn’t deny t

Or maybe, she was fearless. "Alistar," she bellowed. "Show yourself." She aggressively moved her way across the battlefield toward the meeting hall. "Alistar," she drew out each syllable of his name. The blood-drenched snow crunched under her bare feet, but she paid it no mind. She did not falter in her course, she stepped over a slain body. Her hair was unkempt around her shoulders. She looked feral, she felt feral. "Alistar, you pathetic bitch!"

She steps out and closes the door. I shake my head. She’s feisty and I rather like that about her. I walk outside just as she reaches her car. “Wyatt, wait!” I yell to her. “What do you want?” That’s a good question, “I want someone who’s just as stubborn as I am.”

She spat. “You’re feisty, aren’t you? It’s what people try to be when they don’t know what they face… when they don’t know who I am.” I could see in her eyes that I’m more than just a woman dressed in a business suit. Her fear and agitation is still there but she tries to be indomitable despite that. She’s small and my height is already devouring her and she still tries to act like she’s not affected. But I’m not here to kill someone.

“Sure, she’s a princess but she’s not even your type! I mean, she’s thin. And mouthy. And tiny. I bet she can’t even throw a decent punch.” “Who is this bitch?” Nia gasped. “Hey, I’ve been told I could have been a hand model!” Belle retorted. “And paw model!” Nia interjected. “You’re not his type!” “Why not? Because I can read and write? Oh, and don’t forget my incredible personality.” “Because you’re a filthy mutt.” Sierra growled.

Gabe. I can still feel her soft skin under my skin. For a moment, I wanted to run my thumb across the pulsing joint on the inner side of her arms. This new version of her is intriguing. She’s a spitfire, and her new attitude is something I can see myself getting obsessed with. I like my women, confident, sexy, and have a fiery personality. I fucking love it when they put up a fight and push right back. She’s transitioned into that kind of woman, and it has me intrigued. She’s feisty and isn’t afraid to tell me to go fuck myself. Why the hell wouldn’t I be attracted to that?

"I will let you enter. You and your women. But you must submit." She growls. "I will submit to no one. I will enter as your equal, or I will kill you and take my women elsewhere." I laugh. She is feisty. "Will you kill me?" "If I must." I grin. I am toying with her. I enjoy goading her. "I don't believe you will fight me," I say. "I think you are soft." "I am a luna!" "A weak luna." She roars. She charges at me.