Whis Angry Novels & Stories

Forget it They are angry.

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.

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"

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.

she whispers angrily. “Because I know you didn’t have the money to pay for it,” he whispers back. “How fucking dare you?” she hisses. I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile and I sip my drink as I listen. “Don’t how fucking dare me. A simple thank you is all that’s needed,” he snaps back. I shouldn’t be listening, but I really can’t help myself. “Just because you have money, it doesn’t mean I fucking want it,” she whispers angrily.

A dry, hollow laugh ripped from my throat, dark and humorless. My chest heaved, my vision clouded with nothing but red-hot fury. My breath came in ragged pants as I glared at the woman before me, the source of my rage, the chain shackled to my existence. “That’s right,” I snarled, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. “The mighty Oblivion wolf. Alpha Bruce Whitefang!” My anger flared, spilling into every word like a storm breaking loose. “The mighty Alpha among Alphas!” My voice echoed through the walls, dripping with venom.