Vaggie Angry Novels & Stories

I glare at Hector, he just shrugs. ''Let's see the girls. ''Come on, I'm in the mood for sex. They start laughing. ''Wretched! '' I say quite irritated. ''Darlings, we're here. ''Stay away from us!!! I realize it's Violeta's voice. ''I love angry women, they turn me on. I start to hear the screams of the women, asking them to stop. ''LET'S GO NOW!!! ''Annoyed cry, very angry indeed. ''Let's kill them all, none will escape! ''They flinch, but wave. ''WALK!!

"What are you doing! Are you trying to kick me when I’m down? I, Yvonne Yates, as well as the Yates Family, had never done anything wrong! What the hell do you want to do? Can you get straight to the point? Stop beating around the bush. Do you think it’s fun to play with me? Okay! Do you want to berate me? Bring it on! I lived life well! I'm not afraid! come!" All her life, Yvonne had never been so angry. At this moment, she really erupted. Her facial features were petite and delicate. She had a playful look, and her skin was fair and tender. When she got angry like this, the blue capillaries on her nose seemed to throb. Instead of looking angry, she looked cute and pitiful. The man stared

She spat angrily, her stance on the matter clear as day. The sight of her seething with anger as she tried calling him again but getting no response brought glee to my heart. It felt good. For once someone was on my side! Someone sees just how crazy that bitch Valerie was moving these days, cause what was all that boldness during that phone call?!

An anger I couldn't rationally explain. Do not speak, Angel. If you say anything, you will sound exactly like a jealous girlfriend. And you are not his girlfriend. Without saying another word, I spun on my heel and practically sprinted toward the stairs. I wasn't entirely sure why I was so furious. Was it because Danzel had slept with another woman while I spent the entire day terrified for his emotional well-being? Or was it simply because Vicky was a thoroughly repulsive human being? I was so consumed by my angry thoughts that I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. I took the stairs too fast, tripped hard over the marble edge of a step, and squeezed my eyes shut, fully preparing

“Oh, hey, they brought you the oatmeal that I usually make for you? Wow, they’re really considerate. Are you hungry, Vanessa? You should eat some.” Vanessa could have let it go if Josh had not mentioned it. Since he did, Vanessa got angry again. “What is the meaning of this, Josh? How dare you feed me this? Do you know what this is?” “Pig feed. What of it?” “You!” Vanessa gasped. She kept trying to comfort herself. She told herself that she had brought it on herself. Therefore, she should not get angry. “I’m asking why you fed me pig feed.” “Oh, it’s like this. Last time I gave you—”

Nina gave her a victorious smile. Angela had one principle in life: she would not hit pregnant women. But Nina’s deliberate retching in front of Yuri earlier, done purely to humiliate someone, had left anger festering in her chest. If she did not release it, she felt suffocated. Angela casually grabbed a vase. Nina immediately became alert, panic flashing across her face. “I… I didn’t provoke you, and I’m pregnant. You wouldn’t dare touch me, would you?” Reality proved that Angela very much did.

The girl cries. Anger burns in my chest when Vanya hits her again. That’s it! I’m done. Vanya drags the girl into the warehouse, and a growl rises in my chest. I’m so fucking done. That bitch dies tonight!

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.

I repeated firmly, my voice laced with conviction. The room erupted with a mixture of disbelief, anger, and concern as I relayed the startling revelation. Vince's jaw clenched tightly, his features etched with a combination of fury and worry. Matteo's voice boomed with shock, expressing the collective outrage we all felt. “Why do you say so?” Vince's controlled demeanor belied the seething anger that simmered within him. The rage and protectiveness he felt for Anya were palpable, his emotions tightly contained beneath a veneer of calmness.

Maybe you should give topics that will keep you alive. "Can you give me a good reason why that name is so important to you?" She asked and I inhaled and exhaled slowly. This was one of the reasons I killed. "I'm not gonna answer you scarecrow." I replied and she smiled kindly at me. "Perhaps I could call you that so I'll know what really happens," she said and I stood up. Curiosity kills the cat bitch. "Don't you dare say it." I ordered and she smiled at me. "Rage," she said softly and I snapped. I screamed in anger and ran into her, punching her mercilessly as she gasped for breath. No one calls me Rage.