Whis Angry Novels & Stories

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

They thought that they would finally subdue their mother, but she still used unfair tricks up her sleeve. “Waiter! Give us your strongest beer and make it fast!” He shouted with an enraged voice. The waiter immediately followed his orders and then Liam said, “Kurt! You don’t need to shout! I know you’re furious but so am I! What good will it do if you would divert your anger to someone instead of being mature enough to think of a way out of your marriage tomorrow?”

Diego asked, "What do they say?" "Only the obvious parts" said Marissa, "you were a child the last time Dad saw you so there wasnt really much to tell." Marissa wore like it was summer: mini skirt and a sky blue top. She had a crown over her pale short hair and lazy grey eyes. "He did say that you're just like Aries and Aquarius Aquarius grandmother. Shes a Pnevma too" "Really?" Diego gasped, "Another Pnevma?" "Yes" Marissa giggled, "You thought you're the only one with a Black Spirit inside them?"

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “I’m not hurt, Mel, I’m pissed off that I have to burn new sheets. You can go fuck whoever you want, even on the corner if that works for you, at least you’ll get paid something. Pack your shit and fuck off, because you’re no better than a club whore.” “You’re a fucking asshole, Jake, you don’t have to talk to me like that,” Melanie said as anger blazed in her eyes. “You’re right, at least I know when a woman’s a club whore. They keep the men satisfied and everyone knows they fuck everyone. You, on the other hand, I don’t think there’s a word for you,” Jake said.

Loyal men are the easiest to disappoint. My office is colder than it was yesterday. I think that’s physics—air moving freer through a space no one has breathed in for hours—but it feels like punishment. The folded square of paper in my pocket has corners that find the soft part of my thigh when I sit. I take it out and place it on the desk and look at it and don’t open it. I don’t need to. I’ve already memorized the sentence that killed me. I pour two fingers of whiskey I won’t taste and let it sit there untouched like a dare. I don’t drink when I’m angry. Anger doesn’t need friends.

Whitney gasped and puffed up her cheeks angrily. What a rude man? He dares to call her fatty... She already knows how chubby she is so he doesn't have to rub it in her face. “Being angry doesn't suit you. You look like a swollen puffed bun right now,” he said repeating her words to her. Whitney gasped dramatically and pointed her finger at him,“ You rude... Cocky...” She couldn't complete her statement cause the door suddenly opened and two hefty-looking bodyguards helped Maverick into his wheelchair.

Ashley’s POV Will didn’t get angry at my words. Instead, he simply continued to stare at me measuredly, a faint smile on his face, as if he found my anger amusing. That angered me all the more, and for a moment, I almost forgot that I was dealing with a crazy psychopath. It took everything in me not to lunge across the table and claw that nauseating smile off his face.

"You are both useless like this. You are wasting energy on words when your bodies are screaming for something else." I look at Alex. He’s looking at me. The anger in his eyes is shifting, darkening into something else. Something hungrier. "Channel it," Echo whispers. "Anger is energy. Don't fight it. Use it." Alex takes a step toward me. "He touched you." "Yes," I whisper, lifting my chin defiantly. "He tied you up." "Yes." "With a cheap tie," Alex sneers, his gaze dropping to my wrists. "Amateur."