Vaggie Angry Novels & Stories

“Are you angry?” She pushed him away. “You’re crazy. I’m not angry!” She wanted to get into the car, but Jackie closed the door and pulled her back into his arms. “You’re so heated. How could you not be angry?” Violet was nervous. “It’s none of your business.” He smiled. “How is it not?” He leaned half an inch closer. “You’re angry because of me, right?” Violet smirked. “You’re so vain, Mr. Clifford. Why would I be angry because of you? I just don’t like seeing you.”

“I know, I know.” Vienna storms up to me and shoves her palms into my chest. “You’re lucky you’ve already had your ass kicked once today, or I’d be showing you what I really think about you idiots placing a bet on my best friend,” she scowls, giving me another hard shove for good measure. “Douchebag.” Well, if I didn’t already feel like a steaming pile of shit, I definitely do now. Vee’s furious eyes are narrowed on me, her anger rolling off her in waves.

Sheila clenched her fists and glared daggers at Vicky. "You can be angry or jealous, Vicky Shaw. All that, I understand. But you've disregarded Tyler's health and well-being over your own selfish need... It's an understatement to say that you're selfish!

Angry Husband Minah knocked on the door as harshly as she could when they reached the motel room. She stood there, waiting for about a minute with a barely concealed impatience. Vincent swung the door open; his polo shirt was unbuttoned all the way through. If her presence caught him off guard, she was not so sure. Her eyes went directly to his room, searching for the teenager he brought in. “What brought you here?” Vincent asked. Minah clenched her fist inside her pocket. Her fists were itching so much to punch this worthless bastard’s face. “You might want to consider swapping… items…” She grimaced at the last word she uttered.

At the same time, in a luxurious room in a lavish villa, the man was extremely angry and knocked over the crystal vase on the desk. Multicolored fragments and rose branches mixed together, scattered in the middle of the flowing puddle that spread to the feet of the person opposite him. - An incompetent person who can't complete even a small task. - Sir, she did not foresee that the girl would give cake to stray cats. - Doesn't she know to give an extra cake when Lucasta buys it? Make her disappear. The man said as he extinguished the half-burning cigarette in his hand. The room was too dark for Henry to see the expression on his boss's face, but he knew clearly that his boss was very angry a

Lola was shocked by what happened with the client later. An angry and frustrated Lola had become deeply sad as she was now sitting by the bus stop, waiting for the next public transport to show up. She couldn’t get what happened out of her mind. She had slapped the very client she was supposed to coerce into signing that contract deal. She regretted her action, berating herself as she told herself that she could have done better. She wished she had been more patient with the client.

Then, in anger, I grabbed her wrist. “You need to come with me now.” Veda gasped in shock before yanking her hand away from me roughly. “Have you lost your mind?” she blurted. “Do not touch me like that again.” My chest rose heavily. “You need to hear what I have to say.” “And I said not now!” she fired back. “Why are you suddenly acting insane?” I could barely breathe from the anger boiling inside me. Because standing there looking at her pretending to be some happy wife while I knew exactly what she had done earlier made me sick.

"Your nipples are saying otherwise." Vee looked down at herself. Both of her nipples were erect and they could be clearly seen through her lace satin robe. She cursed softly. She didn't like wearing a bra to bed. She was putting on a top underneath the robe but her little titties chose to embarrass her in front of Mr Arrogant. Vanessa folded her arms over her chest. "That tends to happen when I'm angry. Thanks to you who brought out the worst in me." "Are you sure?" He asked, the smirk not leaving his face. "Because it looks like those little cuties were seeking my attention."

Vivian I stood in the restroom, bent over the wash basin, collecting my thoughts. The door suddenly swung open and the same lady walked in. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the anger and resentment burning within them. "You think you're so smart, don't you, Vivian?" she spat, her voice low and venomous. "But you're not. You're nothing but a fake, and a pretender. You do not belong here." I folded my arms across my chest in a defensive stance. "What's your problem, lady? Why are you so angry with me? You seem to have something against me."

“Yes, arrogant assholes.” “Angie Allegretti is a special kind of asshole, isn’t she?” “Her and her mother are two peas in a pod. Viviana doesn’t appear to be as awful as the rest of them and I admit I like her foul mouth. It would be funnier if the comments weren’t directed at me but the others, I can’t take their shit.” “What do they all do for work? I mean surely Angie isn’t doing work for the mob.”