Novel & Cerita She Is Feisty

“You’re doing it again.” “Doing what?” “That voice,” she hissed. “The one that sounds like a command and a promise.” I took a step closer. “Do I frighten you?” She laughed — sharp, breathless. “You wish.” “Then what is it you’re feeling?” “Hungry,” she said without thinking. “Angry. Confused. …And possibly feral.” I should’ve turned away. Should’ve left her to cool her blood and reclaim her calm. Instead, I reached out — just enough to brush my fingers against her jaw.

She stared at me for a long moment, then muttered under her breath, "So annoying." "I heard that." She stopped. "Am I fired?" I stared at her. She stared back. And for the first time all evening, I almost smiled. *Mate,* my wolf called out. I ignored him. Again.

His eyes crinkling at the sides. It was a laugh that from other people would be harmless but coming from him, held so much wickedness that I shivered."I've always found your Feistiness extremely attractive, you know. Your ability to assert your dominance, it is cute for someone that is barely 5'4. Even barely two breath from death you are still a fighter.

She mutters the last part then gives my head a shove as she releases my ear and walks away. Well shit. She is a feisty thing. I have never seen this side of her before, and I can’t say I’m hating it. We’ll call that a lesson learned the hard way, don’t ever bend down far enough for her to reach my face. If she wants to hit me again, and she will, she’s gunna have to jump to do it.

She found her way down to her room like a souless body where she broke anything she could lay her hands on and scream to her satisfaction. "He never kiss! I ..... *Crash*..... have.....*crash* never seen him kissing anyone! Why her!? Why her?! Because she's busty? I can enhancement too! Why won't he look at me like that?!" Fyre was devastated but was also making up her mind, she quickly pack up a suitcase. "I can't leave them alone. I must make her leave " the evil glints in her eyes were getting deeper than usual. *****

¿Sabes? Meaning, “You can do better than that. You know?” “Aishhh, did you just insult me again?” She asks, flaring up in rage. Before I could even get the chance to say something, she literally jumped up and slapped me hard across my left cheek. What the freaking hell just happened? She dared to slap me? For what exactly? At this point, I was boiling with rage as I turned towards her direction. “What is wrong with you? Are you nuts?” I shouted out loud at her. And all of a sudden Miss Feisty becomes terrified, looking like she’s about to pee her pants. Bet she hardly gets any scolding. No wonder she’s behaving like a spoiled brat.

She was so much more than just a beautiful face and body. She was fiery hot, brimming with passion, ready to fight for what she thought was right. Even though she didn’t quite trust him, she’d stood up for him. Even in the face of a town that had to terrify her, she’d held her chin high, shoulders back, ready to take them on because they’d dared to insult him.

My thumb presses harder into her thigh. “You’ll wish you’d learned your place the first time I told you to.” Her nails bite into the back of my hand as she tries to wrench herself free. A thin line of red appears across my skin. Fucking hell. Something dark and almost amused twists through me. “You really do have claws.” “Keep testing me and you’ll find out exactly how sharp they are." "Wildcat.” The nickname comes to me before I can stop it. She fights like one — all claws and attitude, snapping at anything that gets too close and somehow managing to look completely unimpressed while doing it.

I needed her to know she was mine. She would be a tough nut to crack. My mate was a feisty one. I chuckled. Feisty was an understatement. She damn near killed me, took down three of my warriors and an alpha. I held back my true power not willing to unleash it unless absolutely necessary, but still she was stronger than any female I had ever come across and clearly stronger than my damn wolves. That was saying something.

She stormed in and sat at the sofa by the corner of our bed. “Here, sit,” she said, inviting me over to come sit with her. Not in my dreams. “I'm good standing up. What else do you have to say to me,” I blurted out. “I'd like it if you stop being feisty for now, I want to talk to you,”