Wordgirl Becky Angry Novels & Stories

Check it out! The guards come for her and I follow Beckam. Angie comes behind me excited. In the hallway, when no one is there, he turns to look at me. "I want you to keep an eye on her and don't forget that she's a Williams Hayes, keep your eyes open and tell me everything you know," she orders me without looking into my eyes and I look for her gaze until sighing the light color, a green, grayish blue connects with mine. I don't forget about our fight, about everything he said to me and everything I said to him, I'm not going to apologize, but I need us to be on good terms to get what I want.

The room was hushed now, every ear straining toward her, every breath caught in the quiet weight of her words. Jaiyana lifted her chin, her glow soft but undeniable. “I am not Durga. I am Jaiyana. But together, maybe that is enough.” “And you’re a badass with that discus!” a young warrior called out, eliciting chuckles from the crowd. Jaiyana lifted her hand to quiet the room again, a smile gracing her face.

Not anyhow sound but like moans or maybe cries even and the sound of a hot sex. Her face flushed and she turned crimson red, she never knew or never thought Kane would hook up with a girl. She was tempted to open the door and see how fast he can move which was making the girl scream like that. "Oliver?" She jumped like a child who had been caught doing something bad. After all, she was doing something bad. She was about to peek at her friend having a hot sex. "Caro! Wha-wha-what are you doing here?"

*chik* *chik* before the mass of people comment on her announcement, the army and policemen on her side suddenly point their gun at the people and almost telling them that they don't have the right to argue they are terrified of the sudden pointing of gun and no one tries to voice out anything and like nothing happened, Becky continues her announcement. "so no one is objecting, very good I'm happy that all of you understand the situation, hahaha. Well about the rebels, if any of you has seen any strange things around the facility made sure to report it or else we will cut off the supply we are giving to you" in John Carl's eyes, the woman that is talking right now is a demon, a human being t

Not ours. Annie groaned out loud. “Oh, come on.” She typed quickly. Annie: Wow. So this is how things are now? Becky, back me up here. Becky: Sorry, Annie. I stand with Sussy on this one. Annie: Unbelievable. Sussy: Ah-ah! Did you see that? For the first time Becky is agreeing with me without any argument. Becky: Well… maybe it’s because this is the only sensible thing you’ve said since we became friends.

His tears sucked in and his fist tightened against the piece of glass which began cutting deep into him. His mind was numb now, empty of all thoughts but filled with cruelty. Vengeance. He no longer felt a thing, just the winds whistling in the night’s atmosphere. He pulled his black hoodie, dashing into the cold night. His bruised skin brushed against the thick, rough fabric but he felt nothing, only the taste of blood on his lip and the stench of vengeance. *** Becky swore she saw something. Someone. She was a little sore and roughed up, but she knew what she'd seen. Andre? No, he wouldn't come back to hurt me. He doesn't have it in him. He was always the weak quiet boy.

She’s also gorgeous when she’s angry, but she’s not worth the trouble. “Excuse me,” Becky said as she approached them. “I couldn’t help but overhear you. You really think Jackie is rigid?” she asked as she looked at Nick with amazement. “Well, yeah. And I have told her so,” Nick replied. “Sounds like someone made a pass at her and she turned that someone down,” Becky stated with a smirk. Goldman and Carter looked at Nick. “No,” Nick denied. Three pairs of eyes stared at him.

To emphasize her disdain, she stepped on Diana’s gown again. “That’s enough when it comes to my friend!” Becky retorted, her voice firm. “Are you daring me?” The woman widened her eyes as she tried to intimidate them. Becky was shocked to see Diana stepping backward, clearly intimidated. “I can’t believe you’re still standing there,” the woman continued. “Get out of this building right now!” She moved toward Diana, but Becky intervened, yanking her back forcefully. The woman staggered, unprepared for Becky’s boldness. Becky grabbed her gown by the front and shook her like she was holding a lifeless object. A murmur of shock rippled through the staff that were looking.

I snapped, kicking his shin and slamming my heel down on his foot. “Sorry,” I added, entirely unapologetic as I walked away, leaving him groaning in pain. “Psycho,” I muttered, heading to the bar. I saw my friend Cecil, completely unconscious, slumped halfway across the counter. I looked around for my other friends. Only Grace was visible. She waved, and a few minutes later she stood beside me, slightly out of breath. “I’m leaving after this,” she said before sipping her wine. “Are you okay with handling her on your own?” she asked, looking at Cecil.