Angry Birds Fanfic Novels & Stories

" But then why didn't you save it as Dr Jindal as you address me officially?? Why did you save it as Sid with this cute little heart of yours and smiley? " " Please stop all this crap and give me my phone back. " " No answer to my questions?? It's ok Angry bird, I know the answer already. You have feelings for me as well. " " Correction!! I had started to develop a few feelings but then that bet... I saved it before that."

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

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?/

His speed was incredible. Whoosh! The man gasped for breath, revealing his slightly tender face. His eyes were completely opened at this time, with a trace of anger flowing in them. While his eyes were shining with anger, he also glared at a palm-sized black bird on his shoulder. "This... is the safest space you're talking about? Damn it, I've been chased since I entered this space!" A roar full of anger was constantly heard, and the identity of the other party was also written on the paper. It was the combination of Zephyr Khan and the Nine Netherbird.

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

My little bird tried to remain awake. Fight tooth and nail for it by clawing my face, and back, she even tried to slap me across the face and eventually gave up. Her gaze angry but she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her sinful lips as I pushed in deeper. And fuck. I was hard again. My little bird wasn’t afraid. Not yet. That defiance in her eyes, red from crying fueled the madness in me.

He coughed as a breath wheezed out of him and I was glad of it, he had been unable to fight back, my rage so fast and fierce; and he would pay for what he did. I kicked the angel over, his head lolling to the side, bloodied face now covered in dirt. The biggest insult to an angel was to take their wings, and I had already done that to one, why not make it two? I leapt onto his back, crouching low allowing my full weight to be felt. Grasping the root of one wing I slowly pulled backward, my pressure steady; until I saw the skin holding it to his back stretch to its limit. Leaning forward I bit the delicate flesh, ripping into it with my teeth. Blood flooded into my mouth and I spat the tissue

Angel I tried with everything within me to keep my anger in check because I swear I was ready to tear Sparrow from limb to limb and I wish my dogs were near so I could feed his bones to them. I moved carelessly through the crowd, hitting some persons along the line. I didn't bother to apologize, I was more interested in satiating my anger. Thea was still dancing with him and he was seizing every opportunity to feel her curves. When I had gotten near to flipping him to face me, I caught Thea's eyes. She startled and pulled away from Sparrow. She looked very scared but what did she expect? That I'd be happy she was dancing with him?

Angel’s POV The adrenaline kicked in as an ear-splitting growl rippled up my throat. I crouched down and launched myself at Jett, determined to free my mate. Jett released Dante and grabbed me just as I was about to maul his face off, holding my face back as I viciously snapped at him. His claws slashed across my cheek, drawing blood, before he flung me aside. I skidded across the forest floor, stopping just before I hit a tree.