Whis Angry Novels & Stories

Artemis, as usual, is immovable and looks bored. C1: Snap back. $17 C2: Be territorial. $15 C3: Stay quiet. C1. You don’t know what comes over you, but at hearing her words while she paws at your alpha, something snaps inside you. MC (angry): At least I’m not a whore. Angelique gasps before frowning and snarling. ANGELIQUE (angry): How dare… ARTEMIS (angry): Enough, you two! ARTEMIS (angry): At this point, you’re both being an embarrassment.

Physical damage became boring, and I had to wait too long for her recovery for a new round. “Is this all?”- I swigged the whiskey in my glass. As I was about to leave, fuck-wit Naevres mind-linked me, and I almost choked with whiskey. “Boss, we have a problem. She escaped” I paled and then flared with fire as anger consumed me. I could feel the blaze rising under my skin and overtaking my eyes and stupid pentagram insignia. That one always reveals my emotions, especially anger. The fire flares in my pentagram runes when anger consumes me. And my eyes, fucking hell, they always morph to fiery blaze colour when I am infuriated. And the flames in my irises are timid version of my anger, when it

I grabbed a bottle of whiskey I hadn't touched in years and drank straight from it, my teeth grinding against each other in irritation. My wolf wanted to come out and destroy things, its own anger mirroring mine. I'm so frustrated, so pissed off, that I just couldn't help myself. But there was nothing I could do now. Nothing. I took another swig of whiskey as I leaned back into my bed and closed my eyes. I needed to stop doing the opposite, I needed her out of my system. I sighed racking, my hair in frustration, I threw the whiskey bottle against the wall. Glass shattered.

I notice a new person with that bastard Denver Wangley, who has dared to talk back to me even after witnessing the personified death itself. “Yes! I am asking you! Because I don't care who the hell are, because you have interrupted something very important to me and it makes me so mad and angry. And when I am angry then I don't care who is standing in front of me, as I just go crazy and beat the shit out of anyone who dares to come in my way, like this–”

“She said she was drunk!” “And you believed her man! Seriously, you believe that crap. This ain’t the first time, neither is it the second nor the third, yet you take every rubbish that spews out of her mouth. A lady mistakenly gets into your brawl, she gets hurt even, yet you want to take out all your frustrations on her. You know what! You are a b**ch, bro.” Damien threw a punch at Jacob's face, jolting him backward and onto the table in his study.

i muttered and opened the door, i heard a very angry voice yell at me "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? " i flinched and closed the door immediately, turning around to see a very angry *No scratch that* A very furious Doctor White glaring hard at me, his hands turned into fists and i could see the vein popping out of his neck, his ears became red in an instant and i began to shake * At that moment i knew i had fucked up* "I-i-i lost the way to my room" I stuttered

Knowing that she had crossed the line between them, Willow bit her lower lip. "But have you allowed anyone to get to know the real you?” She would get no reply. Just a blank stare that meant she hit a nerve. “To answer your question, no, I can’t be with a person who wants superficial things from me. I apologize. I was just trying to talk to you." He took a step away from her and kept moving forward. "You really have a way of making me angry, Willa." "Willa?" she smiled. “Did you just nickname me? That is so sweet."

It was like the whole place mocked me with her absence. I tried drinking. Glass after glass, bottles uncapped and left lying on the counter. I poured whiskey but half the time I didn’t even touch it. I just stood there staring at the liquid, thinking maybe it would swallow me if I looked long enough. Nothing worked. Nothing dulled the sharp edge she had carved inside me. The anger came in waves. Restless pacing, slamming doors, smashing glass, then quiet again, hollow like I was already dead.

she spat back and the spit in Briana's face. I found myself smiling at that, I couldn't figure out why but it made me proud. She is a fiesty wolf for a low-level omega I thought. All that washed away when reality came back to me and I heard a "clap" sound. I looked and she had stepped her so hard she fell back, another gash on her right cheek was created.I watched as the blood trickled down her cheek. I got angry all over again, then I saw her stand up and and kick her in the stomach.

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m