Vaggie Angry Novels & Stories

Like unleash my rage or—? “That worked out,” Vivienne said, stepping closer. Then she holds up her bare arm in front of both of us. “My skin is even, by the way. Don’t be sour bitches.” I opened my mouth slightly seeing as my nostrils weren’t supplying enough oxygen. “Come on, don’t cry..” Vivienne did a weeping motion with her hands and that was when I realized that a tear was rolling down my cheek. Fucking embarrassing. I had always hated how shameless my eyes got. I turned on my heels and stormed out, consumed by rage, ignoring everyone’s calls, even Nadia’s.

You're just a bitch I stood up angrily Me: yeah? So what's your problem? What's your damn problem, huh? Agnes: my problem is you. You're trying to steal what doesn't have anything to do with you. I thought I warned you! Don't you dare try to use your Voodoo here cause it won't work I slapped her and she raised her hand to slap me too but I caught her hand mid-air Me: don't you dare threaten me. Because I won't think twice before taking actions.

"Oh? You still call yourself a person? Okay, let me tell you something, what kind of human would willingly give themself up to an unknown gangster just for a news story?" Angie frowned. Maxime was right. Maybe Angie was too obsessed with the news company that had fired her some time ago. Her grudge was so great that she was willing to use extreme ways to get back at the company. Is she crazy? Well, Angie has never felt completely sane in her entire life. Maybe she was, or maybe Angie's interests were just different. "You are silent." Angie turned her head to look at Maxime. "What?" "You think what I'm saying is right, don't you?"

“I won’t let you get away with this, you fucking whore! I’ll contest it. ALL of it! You goddamn sack of shit! This is fucking ridiculous!” Now that the reading of the will was officially over, and it was clear that Vivienne had been cut off from her inheritance, she was like a wild animal. She pushed back her chair and started storming around the table, towards us. “Calm down,” Larry said, also standing. But Vivienne was past the point of no return in her rage. Before we knew what was happening, Vivienne lunged right at me. She took a handful of my hair in her hand and…

I can see her shaking because of too much anger. ”Am I with the two of you when you both fvcked each other and made that child in your womb? Why are you involving me? ” "Ha!" She breathed in anger. ”And may I remind you, Miss. I’m the wife, isn’t it too bold for you to act like that? Aren’t you too thick faced to get mad at me when in fact I’m the one who’s aggrieved here? ” I uttered with a still calm voice. “Angel-”

I'd come away without a scratch, but her white dress was soaked in blood. Rage climbed up like a living thing in my gut. I saw the blurred edges of the world through tears and fury. I snatched the tailor's shears from the nearby workstation, rushed up to Milo, and drove them into his abdomen.

“You fucking daughter of a stripper! You’ll see what I do to you!” Her eyes blaze with fury, her face contorted in a mask of rage. The venom in her voice is evident, each word dripping with hatred. I can see the veins in her neck bulging, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turn white. She is trembling with anger, barely able to contain herself. I chuckle, amazed at her audacity, her blatant disregard for the situation she's in. Her anger only fuels my resolve, strengthening my determination to see this through.

Vivia barked out, stepping in front of me with hands on her hips like she owned the entire moon-gifted world. Finn blinked. “Who is this tiny wolf?” “I am the best friend in charge,” she stated with terrifying authority. “Which means you listen or get your rabid asses kicked to the curb.” Gunner snorted. “You? Kick us out?” Kai sighed. “Her confidence is admirable. Misguided, but admirable.” “Oh sweetheart,” Vivia grinned, cracking her knuckles, “you’d be surprised what I can do when I’m angry.” I tugged at her sleeve.

Phidelia queried angrily and jolted up from her seat. “Hey Phidelia, don't get.....” Before he could end his statement, Phidelia speed off in anger. He tried to hold her hand but he was slow to her speed. “Shit!” he loud whispered, slightly pushing the chair back to make room for him to get up. Everybody had their eyes fixed on them but nobody was willing to offer any help as they were afraid to involve themselves in those crazy girls issues.