Whis Angry Novels & Stories

The night is mine, and I won’t let anyone ruin it. The bartender returns with our whiskey shots, and I raise mine, clinking it against Monica’s. The burn as I swallow is exactly what I need right now, something strong to fuel the fire inside me. The bitterness, the rage... it’s all boiling under the surface, but I drink it in, welcoming it, because it keeps me sharp. Keeps me focused. “That’s why I have to hurry things up,” I say firmly, setting my empty glass down. “That whore will pay for what she did.”

Angie clenched her jaw and looked away. “They actually… Still can do stuff like that…?” Elias looked disturbed as well. "Damn… He only gets angrier and more aggressive with every hit that one deals." He finally looked away too. “I think I’ve seen too much.” He mumbled under his breath. However, there was only silence from Angie. He peeked at her only to find her with a dark and sullen expression. He caught the way she gripped her blades so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

“That’s not what I meant—” “Then say what you mean,” Cheyenne snapped, stepping closer, her emerald eyes blazing. “Because all I hear lately is excuses. They’re tired, they’re sloppy, they’re young. I don’t care! The Master of Evil nearly tore us apart, and you think I’m going to let sloppiness slide because someone stayed up too late or didn’t stretch enough before drills? No, Jax. Not now. Not ever.” Her words cut like steel, and she saw the hurt flicker in his eyes, quickly masked by his usual stoicism. But the damage was done. Around them, the younger wolves stared wide-eyed, their Queen transformed into something fiercer, sharper than they were used to seeing outside of battle.

I wіѕh I didn’t have thіѕ muсh coffee, but I рісk up mу сuр and fіnіѕh іt anyway. Blаkе Anderson has anger іѕѕuеѕ. I dоn’t dеѕеrvе this ѕhіt. I trу аnd brеаthе. I need tо thіnk, but mу brаіn іѕn’t kicking іntо gеаr. I nееd ѕоmе fооd.

“What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer immediately, just pushed the paper toward me, his eyes distant, haunted. The headline screamed at me: **”GREY INDUSTRIES SCANDAL: CEO ACCUSED OF EMBEZZLEMENT."** My heart plummeted as I scanned the article. It had to be a mistake, a lie. “This can’t be true,” I said, my voice edged with anger. “We’ll fight this. We’ll prove them wrong.” But he just shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s too late, Sophia. They’ve already judged me.”

I landed hard on the tile floor and cracked my head. I could hear the laughter that erupted from Brodie while the rest stayed silent. I pulled myself up until I was sitting against the cupboards. Lifting a hand to my face and feeling the warmth of the blood that trickled from my wound. I was so angry. I had never really been so angry before. Brodie headed out to the garden, but the pack stayed behind getting their drinks. I stormed out in pursuit. I wasn’t thinking.

"Tell your little hound to keep her claws to herself, or the next blow will take her jaw." Angie Mercer shrieks from behind Grayson, her face twisted in pure rage, a deep red welt blooming across her cheek. "You hit me! You ugly, fat Calloway freak! You actually dared to lay a hand on me!" She lifts her clawed hand to lunge at me again, but Camden Whitaker takes a lazy step forward from the shadows of the fountain, his amber wolf-eyes flashing with lethal warning. "I wouldn't finish that motion if I were you, Miss Mercer," Camden sneers, his voice smooth and cold as mountain ice. "Unless you want to find out how Whitmore Global Holdings treats low-blood strays who attack our shareholders."

They were all different ages and types—everyone seemed to be enjoying her misfortune. The anger she had felt at Samuel's treatment of her flared up, but now it was fueled by the mockery and contempt from strangers. She couldn't even care about hiding her face anymore. In a rush of frustration, she shot back at the crowd. "What do you know? I'm not a mistress! The person who isn't loved in a relationship is the mistress, not me! Love isn't about who came first or second! He's married and still wanted to be with me—that just proves I'm more irresistible!"

Dominic sets his whiskey glass on the table calmly before pulling a revolver from his breast pocket and shoving it against Enzo’s temple like it’s no big deal. “You threaten my blood again and I will show you yours. You hear me? Nod your head or so help me God, Mr. Fox will have one hell of a mess to clean up. I assume brain matter is not easy to remove from a chandelier.” “It’s not.” I reply cooly, taking a long sip of the whiskey. Enzo narrows his eyes at me but nods his head in agreement with Dominic. “Good, now apologize to our guest, I won’t tolerate your rude behavior.”

she whispers, bringing her lips to my chest. I punch her shoulders forcefully, she flies across the room and slams into a wall. “Fuck. What are you doing here? With what right do you set your filthy paws on me?” I bite at her. Whining, Alcina scrambles up from the floor. “What do you think you are doing? Damn it! What are you doing in my room?” Like a panther threatening to kill its prey, I approach her, my wolf is on edge. My eyes are spitting fire, my fists are clenched.