Whis Angry Novels & Stories

anger was rushing through her body. “You’ve been bragging about how many expensive clothes you can buy me and that I should be happy because of that. Well guess what? I’m not that fucking kind of girl!” Annika was furious. “I am a girl with confidence but with you I feel so little!” She usually has a high self-esteem. Working at the bar didn’t make her feel any less of a person because she knew she was doing this for her family. She knew what she’s capable of. She knew that she was a beautiful and strong person. She sacrificed a lot for her family. “I was doing this for my family. I was putting up with you all this time because my sister needed this! You kept on degrading me. You kept on ins

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.

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.

"Listen Derek please. You are not winning this argument tonight. Just shut the fuck up and follow our lead with Alley. Got it?" My head was not ok. I stormed back inside heading straight behind the bar. I poured half a glass of whiskey and downed it then poured another. The asshole bartender that was hitting on my girl gave me a bag of ice and I snatched it from him. I let out a hiss placing it over my knuckles. I stood there in a storm of anger sipping my whiskey.

She picked up a pillow and punched it, hoping to release some of her pent-up rage. "That motherfucking prick!" she screamed. "Damn you, Carl Walker! Can't you go by one fucking day without pressing yourself against a woman? Fucking Christ! Is this goddamn Sweet Home Alabama or something?" Her chests rose and fell with her fury. Her amber eyes were misty, their shine lackluster. Just then, the door opened. "Vin?" Whitney's eyes were wide with surprise. "Have you been robbed? Why do you look so … messy?"

I just needed the burn. The first glass of whiskey went down smooth, searing my chest as it slid through me. The second numbed the edges of my anger, dulling it but not killing it. By the third, the fire inside me was a mess of rage and pain, tangled so tightly I couldn’t separate them.

“You'd rather ride in some ugly ass truck? Pur-lease!” “Why are you so angry?” Keondra asked. “I'm not even as mad as you are. I'm just sad.” “Oh, you should be angry.” “I am.” “It's not enough.” “Is it because demons have a very short temper?” “You know it.” Hilda started the car. “Good riddance to bad rubbish!” Hilda slowly drove out as the garage door rolled up. Hopefully, they will never have to come back here again. “Destination?” Hilda asked. Keondra looked straight ahead. “Wrodromor.”

"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."

James was extremely annoyed when he heard Angie scolding him like that. He wanted to punch this skinny, damned, and zombie-like woman to death. However, he had exhausted every way to build a good image in front of Gloria, he could not just lose that all because of this woman. James gritted his teeth and endured it while smiling gently. "Angie…" "How dare you call my name! How dare you! I'm asking you, how dare you call my name? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Angie immediately stood up and cursed at James. She looked very much like a crazy person in that situation.