Vanellope Angry Novels & Stories

“He didn’t make me—” "Don't." Vanelope's voice went sharp. "That man feeds on damaged girls who think they're special. He makes you believe you chose it while he's pulling every string. That's what he did to me. That's what he's doing to you." "I'm not you." She smiled—slow, cold, devastating. "You will be. Or worse." "Why do you even care?" I asked, because this felt personal in ways that went beyond academic concern. "Because I hate him," she said, voice trembling with barely controlled fury. "And I'm not going to let another girl get psychologically dismantled while this university pretends inappropriate relationships don't destroy students."

Callan could remember his mother mentioning that name when he was younger but he can’t remember what she says about her, and didn’t she say her name was Belle? “Kane mind your business and leave me alone” Bellona snapped, getting irritated. Kane grits his teeth angrily, and before Bellona knew it Kane slapped her harshly sending her to the floor. Bellona grits her teeth in anger, she stands up, her eyes shining red as she walks closer to Kane. The air became harsh and cold, the ground shaking uncontrollably as her anger rose. Kane was scared internally, he knows that if Bellona is angry nobody can control her.

snapped an angry Reva as she started throwing everything at Renee. It can be seen how much Reva is full of anger toward Renee. On the other hand, Renee can only dodge the attack Reva gave. However, what is certain is that Renee felt so happy to see the reaction Reva was showing at this time. Because for Renee this kind of reaction is what Renee wants to see. A smile never seemed to leave the corner of Renee's lips at this moment.

I said quietly, my voice shaking with barely controlled anger. “What kind of child do you think it'll be?” Penelope mused, tapping her chin mockingly. “Probably weak, just like its mother. Probably won't even survive its first shift—” “I said don't,” I interrupted, my voice harder now, almost like a growl. But they weren't listening. They continued, getting more insultive. “I bet it'll be just as pathetic as you are,” Valerie added. “Or—” A tingle ran down my spine. Anger burned within me, hot and fierce. My hands were shaking, not from fear, but from rage.