Whis Angry Novels & Stories

An angel made purely for the devil. I have my reasons for the cold demeanor I maintain. When I get angry, no one can control me. You can say, I have some serious anger issues and well, nothing really can be done about it. I decided to go to my gym to blow off some steam. It's been a few days since I've worked out. This matter with the rogues is what's taking up most of my time. As I was about to enter my gym, I felt someone was already there. I could hear the person was having an intense boxing session by the continuous banging. The person was taking out their anger on the punching bag. As I neared the door, the same smell of lavender and chocolate hit me and what I saw after that, had my ja

Then again, I grabber her hand and stopped her from doing so. She violently grabbed her hand from me and took a step forward. Her eyes were filled with rage already. This little bitch has the thinnest patience and can never take sarcasm. She always wants fights, always needs to get everything she wants. A spoiled, nasty, little half-devil and half-vampire. "Are we fighting over this unidentified girl, Niklaus?" she shouted as if testing me. I crossed my arms over my chest and kissed her cheek. "I and Ambrosio did, Nat. Stop it and I am sorry for pissing you off," I consoled the brat.

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.

“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 .

She is very angry for the man. "Agrh! I will kill you bitch!" she whispered and clenched her arms in anger.

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!!

I don’t know why but his words have hit my heart, making me want to smack him so hard that he gets my finger marks imprinted on his face. “ Why are you getting angry? ” Wolf asks, dumbfounded. My eyes burn when I focus back on him. It’s like steam is coming off from my ears. I force a smile up my lips while gritting my teeth to stop myself from leaning down and biting off a chunk of flesh from his body. “ I. am. not. Angry. ” I say through my gritted teeth, the bitter smile adorning my lips. Wolf blinks at me, clueless about the storm brewing up inside me.