Novel & Cerita Whis Angry

I, on the other hand, opened the bottle and drank my frustration about my unending nightmares. "The reason you have come to La Fleur, may I ask?" he delved. I ignored his question and continued drinking, finishing the bottle in one go. Fenrir laughed at me, amused and I bet he finally realized that I am as problematic as everyone here. "Amico, you know what to do with things that frustrate you," he said cockily. I drew my attention to him as I put down the liquor battle. He stared at me with red eyes and showed me his fangs. I did the same.

ZACH People think rage is loud. That it screams. Breaks things. Demands attention. But real rage? The kind that carves a place into your bones? It’s quiet. It smiles. It shakes hands with devils and makes deals it doesn’t intend to keep. They bring me to a warehouse I haven’t seen before. Somewhere just outside the city. Unmarked, no cameras on the outside. Just cold concrete and that smell, blood and bleach. Old sins and new orders.

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.

Silas asked me angrily. For the first time since we met, I witnessed the anger in his eyes. The way they were glaring at me, freezing me on the spot, and staring at me in ways that made me mute was scary. His usually soft voice had an edge when he looked at me, looking ready to explode like a volcano. "I don't hate you." I whispered angrily, and Silas scoffed in answer. "Really? Then why were you hurting yourself?" He asked me angrily, his voice sharp like a blade, ready to slit my soul into half.

“Old school. Trustworthy. Respectable. Powerful. But not someone you want to piss off.” He leans forward now, so close I can smell the whiskey on his breath — oaky, sharp, bitter. “And throwing their name around will piss them off.” Maybe that’s why they’re angry at us. Someone used a name that shouldn’t be named. “But still people do,” I state, even though I already know the answer.

"My wolf lamented ,why I was also watching him stares at me . "Ouch,I know you are sorry and I shouldn't have insisted on waiting for you. You might be going through a lot and I fail to understand. It's okay I didn't hold any grudges against you."He whispered into my ears silently and then chuckled. "You are not angry with me ?"I asked , Surprised at how fast he was able to digest everything to the extent.He was with a smile instead of getting angry at me . "I can never be angry with you, It's okay to yell at me whenever you are angry and You need someone to yell at if it will make you get better "He speaks, staring at me .

I angrily said while glaring at him. Angus looked at her in confusion. He doesn't know why she was angry. Isn't it great if he could kill those bullies since they made his wife (not engaged yet) angry? It would be better if they are killed so that his wife (not engaged yet) would be relieved. Isn't it normal to silence them? He doesn't know why she was angry, but if his wife (not engaged yet) is angry towards him, then that means he did something or said something that he shouldn't do. After all, his wife is always right.

I drove straight to my penthouse, my mind set on finding my oasis, my calm place. There, I paced restlessly. My mind still reeling with thoughts, muscles cracking out,head flaming up. I strode to my mini bar, grabbed a bottle oand gulped down a mouthful of scorching whiskey. The whiskey's fire burned through my veins like a desperate attempt to quench the flames of my anger. But it burned even more. - fuck!!

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.

shouted Derrick. Vesa stared in shock, this was the first time Derrick had shouted angrily at him like this. The Derrick White he knew was a silly friend and often made him unstoppable with his strange behavior. This Derrick White who was now angry with him wasn't that kind of Derrick, but Derrick who was firm and ready to pull out his fangs when he was angry.