Whis Angry Novels & Stories

“Finlay,” Anger, hate, rage. That’s all I feel right now. I would be hesitant to leave with Ash right now, with how angry I am. I am most definitely going to need a run, or something, to work this anger off before I blow up on an underserving pack member. “When?”

"With Phill of all people! That slimy, backstabbing son of a ..." I couldn’t finish the sentence. My throat was tight, choking on the words. I reached for the whiskey bottle on my desk, the amber liquid was my only solace. With shaking hands, I unscrewed the cap and took a long swig, the burn in my throat was a welcome distraction from the pain in my chest. But it wasn’t enough. The anger bubbled up,boiling over. I grabbed the bottle and hurled it at the wall, watching it explode into a cascade of glass and booze.

Bertrand wouldn’t have done something like that unless Chris had given the order. Rage simmered within me, building with each passing second. It was a slow, smouldering fury, one that refused to die no matter how hard I tried to contain it. I remained quiet, trying to focus on my father, on his shallow breathing and bruised face. But the anger remained, clawing at my chest, until I felt like I might explode. And then, as if on cue, Chris walked in. The door creaked open, and the soft sound of footsteps broke the fragile silence. I looked up and saw him standing there, his expression carefully neutral, as if he were trying to gauge the situation.

".. he was caught! Evely and Sophia stayed perplexed. They didn't imagine to experience this kind of hissy fit today. Too much to digest. Especially Evely. "Excuse me.. what are you saying? What do you mean??".. Evely stammered and then burst into a sarcastic laughter. Danyang kept looking at her. "Are they filming or something? She looked around. "What are you talking about old lady, a lycan, a mermaid prince, please"..

My blood boiled and I fumed. The boys were shocked to the bone, glancing at me as though they were expecting me to say something.Out of anger, I fisted the laptop screen, flinging it off the table. It crashed landed on the floor.“Sir! Take it easy, sir!!” Darren said, holding my arm.“That... THAT INSOLENT BASTARD!!!” I roared, palming the top of the table as the tears welled up.Fuck!!!‘I should have ordered Anna to stay in the mansion! I should have...!!”“GRRRR!!!” I slammed my fist on the table. It broke instantly, splitting in half.I fumed, heaving and huffing as I stared at the destroyed piece of trash, clenching and releasing my fists.“Black Ace! Rumbo Jack!!...”“Yes boss!!” They both sa

She sniffed as she fought tears “Please don’t hate me. I don’t think I will be able to live with myself if you did.” She waited helplessly for a response but Nate was not budging. His chest was on fire and his wolf was agitated but he could not be violent towards her. He knew he would eventually have to release his anger in some way, maybe the walls would take the hit, but first, she needed to be out of the room, and very far away. He could never lay a hand on her, and if he ever did,he would never forgive himself, and so he kept his wolf in check and just kept staring, taking in every inch of her beauty as he may never have the opportunity to do so again.

Jenifer is just like her mother who likes to flirt with men, a woman who already has a partner can't possibly justify going to the toilet when she wants to be alone with another man. Swassh... A strong wind came out of Jenifer's hand as she used her magic to attack the Marchioness of Rome. She couldn't accept someone insulting her mother. Her eyes turned blue, her delicate fingernails turned hairy and sprouted pointed nails, there was a terrible aura of power coming out of Jenifer's body. "Please stop her," said Marquis Roma. "Enough Jenifer, please stop," said Marcelo as he hugged Jenifer from behind. Jenifer's anger subsided when the warm embrace appeared. Instantly she realized that many

Ian pestered. "I don't take orders from you," Blake retorted. Alicia silently watched the convo, her expression unreadable. A blood vessel could be seen threatening to pop on Ian's forehead, he was pissed. "Do you know who I am?" Ian hissed as the atmosphere suddenly became tense. He impulsively threw the cup on the floor causing a rather loud shattering sound it broke into a million pieces as blood was splattered all over the place, making a mess. Blake felt like he was losing brain cells dealing with this arrogant pest.

Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends. The leader wolf of the group of assassins looked straight into Ezra's eyes. “What do you guys want to do?” Windy did not hesitate but directly asked the question she wanted to know. Windy's response to that question was a loud laugh from the enemy. Their leader still looked at Ezra sternly; he didn't laugh at Windy or react. "Didn't expect that the one who was called the great warrior of the tribe had such a stupid subordinate?" "Who do you say is the fool?"

Whiskey. He didn’t say her name, but I could take a good guess as to who he was talking about. Fucking Zelena. It doesn’t take much to make me angry, it never has. But I have always been able to maintain a firm grip on my anger. Showing any kind of emotion, even considering letting my anger explode, would have resulted in punishment. Learning to control myself happened very quickly in life. Hearing this dog's words, his dying jesting, his attempt at angering me, it worked a treat. My skin turned icy cold with the fury that rolled through me. This pathetic mutt thinks that she is better than me. ME! He is crazy, he must have lost too much blood, it’s made him delusional. There is no one equal