Whis Angry Novels & Stories

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.

Shocked. Then an angry voice—sharp, furious. “What the fuck is going on here?”

I said and he scoffed once again but this time he didn't try to defend himself. Looking at the last one in the room I took a deep breath. "Viha" I whispered while looking at Alaric. "Also known as wrath, known to show any form of anger sometimes even during a calm conversation, emotions tend to be intense" I said leaning forward a little as his eyes flashed a deep red.

“So you’re not running? I might as well start beating your face up and turn you into a pig head. Let’s see how you’ll try to pick up any girls in the future.” Baby Robbie stepped back and pointed at Whitney angrily. “You’re the vilest woman!” In a fit of anger, Whitney waved her fist at Baby Robbie as fiercely as a tiger. The speed was as fast as lightning, and Baby Robbie was stunned on the spot. Yet, his honey-like tongue saved him at the critical moment. “Sister-in-law!” Whitney’s fist stopped one millimeter away from his nose, and she asked in surprise, “What did you just call me?”

However, I got same reply again, "Wifey, Don't make me angry "

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.

My anger, hurt, and pride had taken over, and I couldn't see past them, and I didn't want her to see the real beast in me. I stormed out of the room, as my anger blazed like a wildfire. I could feel the air around me grow hot and tense, the plants withering in my presence. My throat began to itch and dry out, a sign that my wolf was stirring, sensing my agitation thankfully it hadn't showed up once, it was only a normal sign that i had gotten very angry. I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down. I didn't want to lose control, not now. I made my way to my inner chambers, my sanctuary. I poured myself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp, feeling the liquor burn down m

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.”