Vaggie Angry Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“Can I ask something? Why isn’t Virgo showing up for you?” She paused, frowning. “I’m mad. Really mad. It’s his fault. I’m annoyed with him, and he knows exactly how to irritate me.” I stared at her, looking for the anger she mentioned in her expression, but I didn’t see it. Yes, she was frowning, but that was it. Is that really what she calls anger? I couldn’t feel it, but apparently Virgo could. He hadn’t entered their house since yesterday because he knew his wife was angry. Only Virgil and his daughter approached him.

My anger blew up and can’t stand to look at that view anymore. I was mad 3 times than before, I quickly walked to her and pulled her away from that guy. I punched him to let out my anger. She was mad too but I carried her out. She really tested my anger today, never in my life I was mad like this. Today was pretty historical. Hailey Anderson, was the first woman who got me mad like a crazy guy. She makes me to mad until I can't control myself and my anger. Now she's beside me, looking out the window. I'm still trying to calm my anger. I drove to her apartment.. don't ask me how I know it.. I know.

I yelled. The door swung open, and Vega glared at me. Dang, it takes a lot to piss Vega off, but she seemed pissed. "You better not flake out on us, or I'll whoop your ass when we get back," Vega said while poking a finger into my chest. I threw my hands up in surrender. "I'm not going to flake out on you, dang it, I promise. I'm just really freakin hungry ok," I said as I threw my hands up in surrender.

What the actual fuck? I take the stairs, storming down them without caring about falling. Once I'm outside, I look around and exhale sharply. Then I suck in a breath because it's freezing. Afterwards, I reach for a wall because my knees are growing weak, pressing my laptop against my chest. My head is spinning. I'm confused. It's cold. I'm angry. My blood is boiling with rage. What the fuck? How could they treat me like a fucking idiot? That was—

She raised her voice. "What are you doing here?" I asked amidst my hastened breaths and she just eye rolled with a sigh. "I tried calling and texting you all day and no reply, Wu" She replied as i walked away from her. "Why do i get the feeling that you're angr-" "Why won't i be angry?" I interrupted and she sighed. "You totally outed me to save your own ass when you and i both know i wasn't the murderer" I yelled. "And i said I was sorry, Wu" She whispered.