Novel & Cerita Shrek Angry Mob

Milena asked, desperately not wanting to spar with her. Angie tilted her head. “Are you scared, cupcake?” she asked, and Milena swallowed. “Rule number one: A mobster should never be afraid of his or her enemy. Fear is the worst thing that could weigh you down,” she said, her eyes piercing straight to Milena's core. Milena muttered. "I'm not afraid." Angie chuckled. "Brave. I’ll give you that." Without warning, Angie lunged, throwing a punch toward Milena’s face. Milena barely managed to dodge, stumbling back as her heart raced. Angie didn’t give her time to recover, closing the distance and sweeping her leg, sending Milena crashing to the ground.

Jack chuckled as he shook his head. "Good one, baby, now back up movre so we can fight without hurting you," Jack winked at her. Mom blushed, and I shook my head. We all a bunch of freaks because my cock hasn't gone down with Angie sitting on my lap. She drives me crazy. "Get my pet!!!"Warren yelled, and more rogues charged in. This shit is gonna get messy.

The amount of people who had something against me was a lot. "Order! Silence!" The elder shouted into the microphone, but his voice was completely drowned out by the angry mob. People were baring their teeth, their inner wolves pushing to the surface in their anger. The air grew thick with the scent of aggression and challenge. I felt my own wolf stir, a defensive growl building deep in my throat, but I forced it down. If I shifted or snapped at any of them now like I usually did, I would prove them all right. This was meant to be slow and steady, what changed?

It was not easy but she wouldn't disappoint her employer. "Finally, I can go home!" Sasha grinned, stretching her arms and neck, cracking her knuckles. "Let me take care of everything." Taya winked in excitement. "It's your first time working in second shift, right? Just make sure to stay away from flirting guys." Sasha growled in disgust, almost rolling her eyes while picking up her backpack.

The crowd broke further. As I stared at the crowd, I moved closer and suddenly— I lifted my weight off the ground as I bounced on one of the angry mob tearing off his skin angrily….

Her body jerked downwards, making her wince in pain due to her already injured arm. "Ma'am, are you alright?" Shanzy and Shane were quick enough to support her, but she showed her hand making them halt in their steps; piercing her gaze in Ashton's as she straightened herself. The wildfire in her escalated to the power of infinity. The flames of anger illuminating the entire room, and the occupants watched the two extremely strong people facing the other with such intense hate that they were sure, if no one was around, they would have shredded the other into several pieces already.

I was fortunate enough to study information regarding monsters last night, when I felt like I didn’t possess enough knowledge about this world. And this, this... THING in front of me is the reason why I nitpick about the unfairness of giving informations about this world. I unconsciously heaved a long sigh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, can I? Saying from a side character’s point of view, or A.K.A, the mob character of this world that deserves living for the first several chapters, I didn’t have that priority over other main characters. “So...” I eyed the lifeless polar bear slash rabbit monster in front of me. This strange thing that the author came up with actually has its own nam

Amidst the chaos, I spotted the group I was waiting for, an angry mob of protesters holding signs and voicing their anger. "Murderer!" they screamed. "Your brother will rot in jail!" another one yelled. "Why are rich people so greedy?" someone else chimed in. I bit back my response, knowing that reacting wouldn't help my brother's case. Instead, I kept my focus on the cameras.

Not just angry—he looks murderous. What the fuck is this, then?

They were all whispering about it. I stood there for some time, unsure of what to do, battling my demons, when all of a sudden I was shoved forcefully from behind. I was shoved so hard that I stumbled. When I turned to look at who had pushed me, I saw Miguel glaring at me. Rage had discolored his face. It was the same shade as a ripe plum. “You son of a bitch!” he yelled. “You piece of shit! Motherfucker!”