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But instead of her getting angry like I thought she would, she smiles mockingly and starts to walk toward where I'm standing. "Yes actually, and many more synonyms you could ever think about... " She replies. "Uhmm, let's see; I am loutish. I am uncultured and barbaric and rude and ill-bred and vulgar..." She counts on her fingers as she lists every word with a smile. "What impudence! How dare you stand before me and talk to me with such disrespect! I am your Alpha's mate! Your Luna!?" I scream in frustration. "I deserve some respect even if you're fucking your Alpha! I still deserve some respect from you, bitch!"

I yelled out of frustration. "Don't fucking yell at me I could've left you there to die! I could've let him rape you and kill you. If I wanted to I could've waited till he killed you so that you could kill him and collect the money my damn self!" He yelled as his eyes darkened. Dylan's a very attractive man but when he gets angry like this it's incredibly scary. He almost looks like a different person, he gets so infuriated that he can't control his impulses. But at this point I had nothing to loose

“On the contrary, I’d be happy if you kept on discussing the topic and telling me how good and honorable and amazing you think I am. Hell, you can even mention my nice ass and eyes and my undeniably irresistible sex appeal if you want to. Go right ahead.” “You are so freaking incorrigible,” she charged on a prim and proper scowl. “Am I?” I lifted an eyebrow. “Incorrigible must be your kryptonite, then, because your eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning whenever I incorrige you.” “Incorrige isn’t a word,” she muttered on an irritated huff. “And yet your eyes are still gleaming like you want me.” A flush stained her cheeks, even as she cried, “They most certainly are not.”

"Those were freaking sweet." "I know! She'd take them right out from other my nose, then deny it! She'd use them the next day in class, like I was stupid. I still haven't forgiven her." It seemed funny that someone who got angry so rarely was holding a grudge against someone over scented erasers. We spent the rest of the hour bitching about Terry and Simon and all the other stupid people in our school. Just a few months ago, she'd been one of those stupid people as far as I was concerned, but now I saw her for what she was: a normal human being, not a tramp or anything else. Fancy that, huh?

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

She turned her head slowly, raised her eyes, held a loud and sarcastic laughter in which the echo of the voice was carried by the high walls and corridors of the house. She rolled her eyes in her head as I tightened the grip on her chin, and spat against the floor. I clapped my hands slowly and stood up against my knee as I stood to my full height utterly disgusted. She pissed me off. Everything she had done Irked me . She was riling me up on purpose. I meant it hard and down to the core.

“Tell me something. If I let you go, will you go running to Eran?” Her lips opened in shock. “Eran has nothing to do with this! He’s just a friend.” “A friend who looks at you like you’re his world,” Victor countered with his voice bitterness. “Unlike you,” she shot back, “he respects me. He doesn’t try to control me!” Victor’s eyes darken, and he stood shadowing over her. “You don’t understand what I feel for you. It’s not something I can turn off or control. It’s irresistible, consuming… I love you. And I won’t let anyone comes in between us.”

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.