Shrek Angry Mob Novels & Stories

I yell. She shifts her weight to one leg, her opposite hip jutting out, highlighting the soft curve of her body from waist to thigh. It is distracting. Her blue eyes burn into me, leaving angry, scorching marks across my face. She raises a dark eyebrow. "And what if I don't?" Heat pulses through my core, leaving me unsteady and uncomfortable. I stare back at her with every bit of rage I've gathered throughout the day, every bit of frustration and disappointment. The anger seeps out in my words like acid, burning across the space between us.

He says with a heavy breath, and silence falls. Anger, rage, fury, all at once envelpe my entire being. "Call him, now!" I throw the phone at him. And he hurriedly grasps it with shaking hands, then he dials the number. "Put it on speaker." And he does. After some seconds, the call is answered and an annoyed hiss is heard. "What is it now?" Paul Ebuka asks over the phone in irritation. The goon opens his mouth to speak voice trembling, "boss..." I yank the phone out of his grasp, cutting him off. "How dare you?" I growl into the phone.

I didn’t object and grabbed towel covering her body and moved ahead carelessly. “Bible…” she roared my name in anger and threw the bottle of moisturizer on me but I dodged it, what kind of mafia am I if I can’t dodge a fucking bottle of moisturizer. ---- “He’s here” Harvey barged in again as I was buttoning my shirt and Sarah started shaking nervously, I looked at her eyes getting scared as she heard the news and I quickly grabbed her hand.

Shocked. Then an angry voice—sharp, furious. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“Do you really think you’re the only one I have doing this for me? Think again.” His words hit like a slap, cold and indifferent, chipping away at her pride. Anger surged, hot and unrestrained, rising in her chest until it spilled over. She straightened, lifting her chin defiantly, her voice trembling with the intensity of her frustration. “I’m not doing anything for you anymore until we come to an agreement about this,” she said, her voice shaking. “Do your worst, Leo. Hurt me if you must—my life has already gone downhill since you entered it, so why not? But I’m done risking myself for nothing. If you don’t want to work something out, then send one of your other goons to do your dirty work

Then after a while, the video stopped. “Shameless!” “What a dirty bitch!” “Slut!” “Ambitious whore!” “Disgustful woman!” "Shameless superstar!" “A hooker superstar!” “A maniac superstar!” “What a shame!” “Shameless family!” Everyone angrily shouted pointing at Trishia. She saw her elite closest friends, her manager, directors, and bosses were looking at her in disgust.

"I am here to give you an heir and a partner in paper—" "Shut. The. Fuck. Up," he growled, his words cutting through the air like a knife. The venom in his voice sent a chill down my spine, the weight of his anger suffocating me like a heavy cloak. His sudden outburst startled me, the force of his fist slamming against the table sending shockwaves through the air. My heart raced in my chest as I recoiled, the fear in his eyes mirroring the terror that coursed through my veins.

He was left stumped as he realized the breeze left him immobile. "Oh, such a shame…" His broken speech was suddenly gone just then, as Mobius spoke in fluent Draconian. His eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered viciously even as Mr. Shrode turned stiffly to look at him. "Five hundred million was a good price, but you just don't know when to stop, Mr. Shrode!" "W-What are you—" Even before Mr. Shrode realized it, Mobius seemed to have teleported beside him, his jaw widening ridiculously before chomping down on Mr. Shrode's neck.

"Our child! Someone save our child! Please save him!" Suddenly, as if a thought had struck her, she started slapping herself in a frenzy. Everyone present was stunned. They could hardly believe that the woman kneeling on the ground, crying and slapping herself in guilt, was the same ruthless and domineering underworld leader they had seen moments ago.