Angry Birds Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

"Wifey, just one more, please." After I clicked the send button I felt triumphant and said, "Done." Anvi was sulking at her spot and was looking out of the window. She looked angry just like the red angry bird. I didn't regret giving her the nickname angry bird as in a day I had seen Anvi converting into the same more than once. I sat beside her and nudged her hand with my elbow before asking, "Are you angry at me?" "No, why would I be?" she didn't even look at me.

she nodded her head I removed my dress she closed her eyes I entered into her she screamed with pain and her nails are digging on my back I wiped her tears and kissed her after sometime I started moving in she is enjoying it now she is moaning with pleasure now after a long love making I helped her to take bath and made her to sleep in my embrace finally me and my angry bird became one she is mine now

Fucking fallen angels I say to myself just before I mist into thin air and race to beat him. Of course, we both ended up on top of a roof overlooking the city of Ayriardiff, I felt the wind from Adrian’s wings as he ruffled them before they magically inserted themselves back into his body. Before either of us can say anything we hear the commotion that’s going on down below, we both peer over and sure enough there she is my beautiful mate but the sight of her running for her life is pissing me off and making my beast start to surface and I can feel my fangs starting to protrude.

I fired in anger To be continued!!

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

And paused. “I hear flapping.” “Are you serious?” Ivan asked, knocking my hand away and opening the door. “Shit!” he cried, ducking when a bird came flying clumsily through it. I shrieked, thankful that no one has taken Sean’s old apartment yet. Angus came flying out, hissing at the bird. “Oh no you don’t!” I scooped him up and threw him back into my apartment. I tugged Ivan inside and slammed the door. “Before the thing gets back in.”

The three gave each other a confused look not knowing whether to feel happy or sad and sighed at last realizing that Bringing these two confused, angry birds closer is not going to be an easy task on them Having enough of Ansif’s murderous glare, Simran said, “I have to go, I am getting late. Bye!” Before she could go, Arif exclaimed, “You didn’t have breakfast!” “I am not hungry,” Simran said before walking out of the mansion, calmly. Taking his phone out of pocket, Ansif stomped out of the mansion before saying, “I have an important meeting with a client”. Seeing that, Saba ran behind him and shouted, “Baby, I want us to talk”. It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was

He flashed Angie a brilliant smile that told of his happiness, then ran off. Angie wore a small frown while she stared at his back until he disappeared around the bend. She sighed heavily and ruffled her short hair in frustration. /Can't the characters he transmigrate into be more consistent?/

Damn it, damn it, damn it! With every beat of my wings, I feel the weight of the frustration building in my chest. The cold morning wind cuts through my bird form, but not even that can erase the heat of the rage burning inside me. My eyes, sharpened in the transformation, clearly see the moment when Caelum approaches the children. My heart, even hardened by years of calculation and strategy, leaps involuntarily. He found them.

TEASER As I walked through the thick grass covering the forest floor, a strange hum whispered through the air. A faint, slicing sound that instantly triggered my instincts. An arrow. And it was heading straight for me. I froze and spun around. Just before the arrow could embed itself into my forehead, my left hand shot up and caught it effortlessly. In that very moment, a soft, sinister laugh echoed around me. “Angelicca…” a cold voice sneered. “That name doesn’t suit you. You’re worse than a wild beast.”