Whis Angry Novels & Stories

he asked, his tone cautious. "Just give me the damn drink," I snapped, my patience fraying by the second. "Just do what you are paid to do." The bartender sighed, pouring another glass of whiskey and setting it down in front of me. "You know, I've seen a lot of men like you," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "Young and angry, thinking they've got the world by the balls." I ignored his words and downed the whiskey in a single gulp. The burn was a welcome distraction from the seething rage that still simmered within me.

"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?"

I fired in anger To be continued!!

The bile of anger in my stomach rose to my chest and I saw red, my wolf howled ,not because of the driver but because I was still angry at Merida. " You know what, Carlo?" "No sir, I'm all ears." "Today will be your last day at work after driving me to the company. You are fired." **** From where I stood, a tumbler of whiskey in my other hand, I could see the view of the whole pack, the floor to ceiling window gave me that exposure. I took another sip from the whiskey which burned my throat. I glanced at it and gulped it all down ,setting it hard on the table before glancing at my wrist watch.

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.

"What do you want me to do, huh? Are you ready for me to tell you my idea? I'm not ready to think about my dirty idea either." "Just say it. Who knows, we could make a reference," Angie insisted. She was desperate. Vivian may look gentle, but her eyes pierced Angie's chest and tore her heart out. She wasn't ready to face the woman or answer her questions. Mike picked up the bottle of whiskey, sat back down across from Angie and raised the object in his hand. "How strong are you drinking this?" he asked, causing Angie to shake her head. "Oh, no. No more of that, please. I almost died from that damn liquid. I'd rather have my mom's apple cider than that." Angie waved a hand. "Forget it. Your b

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–”

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.