Whis Angry Novels & Stories

Belle was beside her, laughing softly like this was all some kind of joke. My pulse pounded in my ears, and I could feel the anger rising inside me. My blood boiled to the highest point and I could feel my wolf snap in it's cage. “You—” My voice came out in a harsh whisper. “You just ruined everything.” Angie shrugged, completely unapologetic. “Oops,” she said in a sarcastic tone“Guess you’ll have to start all over. Oh well.” I stood up slowly, my fists clenching by my sides. “Apologize,” I demanded “Now.”

"You are wicked and a coward? My voice shook with anger. "You refused to do the right thing," he said calmly. "I was just reminding you of reality." "You should leave this minute." I stepped closer to him, anger boiling inside me. I noticed his eyes turn red but I did not care "You do not have any heart left in you. You came under the disguise of an apology to threaten me. And that is exactly why I will never, ever come back to you." His anger and frustration became more intense. "Elena, you think you can walk away? After everything?"

The moment I stepped inside, I headed straight to the wine bar, poured myself a full glass of whiskey, and took a long sip, while mom’s words kept ringing in my head. “You may have brought that dimwit to this pack to live, but I wouldn’t sit back and watch you get mated to her.” I could feel my grip tighten around the glass. Without thinking, I chugged the whole drink into my mouth and poured myself another. The anger was bubbling inside me and the drink was the only thing keeping me from exploding.

I'm fuming in anger. I stormed to the bar counter and asked the bartender to give me a glass of whiskey. I clenched the glass, glaring at them in anger. They are now talking to each other, standing so close. I drank the whole glass of whiskey in one go and took a deep breath, glaring at them. "May I dance with this beautiful lady?" Somebody asked me for a dance. "Yes." I agreed because of anger. I lost control of my mind because of the anger and the whiskey. If I were in my senses, I would never do that. I would never agree to dance with a stranger.

“...I’m sorry, West Coast. You gotta believe that, honey. I’m so fucking sorry I keep doing this to you. I won’t go anywhere. Okay? You’re more important to me than anything baby girl...I’ll get clean again...okay? OKAY!?” Hollis recklessly grabbed onto the other woman’s quaking arms to try and apologize frantically, and was met with Whitney suddenly screaming in her grimacing face and wailing on her chest like a madwoman. The blonde attempted to take control of her wrists, but she’d gone completely ballistic—wrenching free as she continued the assault out of shattered rage. “LEAVE! GO! IT’S WHAT YOU’RE FUCKING BEST AT. I have no strength left in me to fight you. So get the hell out of MY LI

she yelled in anger. "Really? If you plan to kill her, then, it will not work. Whitney is a young innocent girl and she has been hardworking, diligent, and loyal to our family. Despite all that, I am baffled that you have never appreciated her or members of her family. You have always treated the poor girl like scum. Although I have been seeing the way you have been treating her unfairly over the years, I have been turning a blind eye but enough is enough. I will not take it anymore!" he said angrily and paused to catch his breath.

Nothing more could be worse as all of humanity would have to be subject to this evil. "Don't do this to me, Claire," White said. "Don't leave me." "You beg me, but you don't really feel it," Claire said. "You just say all that from the words you remember." White tried to cry, but no stream of tears would rush down. She was right, he knew. He loved her for it, and for this, he wanted to destroy her again. He was looking at her, not knowing he was displaying emotions of anger. Well, how could he know? To him, he was just looking at her.

Are you an angel of death? He smirked at me and replied in a husky voice "Angel of death, ha? I can be with pleasure" saying this he brought his face closer to mine, as I witnessed his blue eyes turning blood red color and wait what? I could see two pointy things coming out parting his lips. He opened his mouth revealing his dangerous fangs and he bent down to find a spot on my neck. "H-he iiis a-a Va-Vamp-ppi-Vampire?" My eyes grew wide in horror,

Chapter One First Person’s Perspective Belle SLAP! “What the fuck is wrong with you Belle? Why did you hit me?” I was seeing red, no… That is an understatement, I was seeing flames, I wanted to destroy everything, I wanted to kill this bastard, and let me tell you, when a she wolf from the Westwood wolf region was angry, she could do any fucking thing Turning to the right, I found an empty bottle of whiskey that we had shared last night

She dragged her by her hair angrily and slap her which makes one side of her lips burst. “When I ask you a question, you answer immediately bitch” she said angrily as Roseanne nods in tears as she held her cheeks in pain. “I can’t wait to see what your own death will be like” Angie said as she smirks and walk away to her room with Soberth behind her.