Novel & Cerita Whis Angry

Hindi ko magawang patigilin iyon, na kahit ang pigilan man lamang ay hindi ko rin magawa. I entered the club only wearing my black fitted jeans and a white tube top partnered with my black pumps. Nang makapasok na ako ay dumiretso ako ng tungo sa bar counter. Hindi ko na inabala pa ang aking sarili na maupo, bagkus ay agad akong humingi ng alak na pwede kong mainom. Pinili kong uminom ng beer kahit hindi pa ako kumakain. I just wanted to forget so bad about what I've seen earlier.

Now she understands why she gets angry at him everytime She hates getting confused like this, who the hell is he? Tiger suddenly touched her face, and she shifted back, hitting his hand away. "What?" He asked, surprised at her mood swing. She spit out the food in her mouth, then she dipped her finger in her throat and vomited the one she ate, and she dropped the fork, standing up. "Leave" she told him flatly "And why the hell would you say that to me after wasting the food I cooked with all my energy? I'm f**king fed up of your crazy mood swings!" He shouted.

“Do they not understand who I am? I’ve buried worse than her.” His aide hesitated before speaking. “But sir, more are coming forward. The public—” Ethan turned, his eyes flashing like steel. “The public forgets. They always forget. All it takes is one scandal, one distraction, one shred of doubt, and their righteous anger burns out.” He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a hiss. “And I will give them that distraction. If Amara thinks she can build her army, she’ll learn what war really is.”

I snapped angrily as I thought that she might think I was an ignorant leader. "Really?" She snapped angrily as her voice snarled sarcastically. "Yes, in fact, I can give you three reasons why I shouldn't accept you right now." I stood up angrily, towering over her as she did the same, but her head only reached to my chin. She did her best to tower my height equally by toe-tipping. "Fine. Then give me those reasons." My eyes dilated as my face darkened in rage. Most wolves would back down but she was different. She stood her ground and stayed still, and it pissed me off because of how her scent was messing up with my mind.

“About what happened. About why—” “Why?” He cuts me off, the word carrying dangerous softness. His fingers trace the rim of his glass in that deliberate way that comes with warning. “You want to talk about why?” I swallow hard, watching as he takes another measured sip of whiskey. “I know you’re angry—” “Angry?” The laugh that escapes him carries no humor. “You think this is about anger?” He sets the glass down with a tremor that speaks of barely contained violence. “Tell me then, Alaki. Tell me what drove you to betray everything I gave you.”

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the walls. But even in the quiet solitude of my study, I couldn't escape the anger that simmered just beneath the surface. It was like a fire, burning hot and bright, threatening to consume me if I didn't find a way to quell it. I took a sip of the whiskey, feeling the liquid burn down my throat. It was a welcome distraction, a temporary respite from the turmoil within me. But as the warmth spread through my body, I knew that it wouldn't be enough. The anger was still there, coiled and ready to strike.

I'm just asking, right? "Why are you angry? Then why are you annoyed? Are you hurting?", I said while slapping his arm, it's so hard shems kidding HAHAHA "I'm not angry or annoyed, I'm just telling the truth", he defended "Tsh, you whisper in your ass" "He doesn't like you"

she fumed. "Look whore you rejected him for a ranked werewolf and he moved on to us. He is happy, and you are trying to call and start shit isn't going to work. Leave my men alone, skank",I start laughing as Angie giggles. "Fuck off bitch we all know Warren is going to get you",we all freeze and Angie stiffens. Her eyes fill with tears, and I took the phone off speaker. Silas takes it and steps out, giving us time alone. Angie looks at me, and I pull her to my lap.

I’m still in my car. I’ve been in the fucking garage this whole time. Thirty minutes. An hour. Maybe two. I don’t even know anymore. I’ve smoked half a pack, finished the whiskey from my flask, and still I haven’t moved. Not one inch. Just here. Staring at the steering wheel like it’s supposed to explain what the hell’s happening to me. I’m angry. But why? Why the fuck am I angry?

And I would like to live long enough to meet my wolf at least. “Why are you dressed like a f*cking wh*re?” he finally spits at me. His words shock me to my core and for the first time in my life I really don’t know what to say, even if I would dare to speak up. “ANSWER ME!” “I… I’m sorry I have offended you” is all I manage to say while he is exuding this much anger. He seems to calm down a little bit at my apology, although still fuming. “THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER. TELL ME WHY YOU CHOSE TO DRESS AS A WH*RE AND EMBARRASS OUR PACK?” “I…. I didn’t think of it this way, I thought this dress would be ok as most of the cheerleaders wear similar outfits or worse than mine at these parties…”. After taki