Angry Deadpool Novelas e Histórias

The angry driver had not cared about much at the moment aside from the burning need for vengeance that propelled each of his footsteps forward into the trailer. It was a filthy place, with articles of clothing and trash all about the floor and furniture. The angry driver resisted the urge to vomit as he moved about with his gun pointed outwards. He had not expected to find a young man thin in appearance and pale as if he'd been on the verge of death lying on the sofa with his eyes rolled into the back of his head and froth coming from his mouth. The angry driver cared nothing for the drug-addled fool as he took a moment to cover the barrel of his gun with one of the sloppily covered pillows

Long gone was the old Angela Clampitt who used to be scared and submissive to everyone’s whim. Daniela lost control. “I will kill you!” She screeched and stabbed her claws into Angela’s neck who hissed. “And then your bastard child…” Before she could complete the sentence, something inside Angela snapped. It broke the last thin line of patience she was holding onto. Anger rose in every cell of her body and her hazel eyes flashed orangish spitting fire before she ferociously snarled, “Touch him… and you are dead.” With a force that even shocked her, Angela shoved Daniela so hard that she flew backward and crashed onto the floor with a scream.

“You two will start training in earnest. Shooting, boxing, espionage, mental capacity and above all, physical resistance - he looks at me -. Damn, you run like a lame monkey with itchy feet. I almost died because of you today. I don't want it to happen again, you hear? Use your brain, for God's sake. Nothing to leave the weapon anywhere. -A what? -Perfect. I want eyes open, no one blinks if I don't authorize it. I don't want another attack or I'm going to get really mad. Angie laughed and we all looked at her. “Stop, machine. "I'm going to get really mad" - imitates Ryder's voice in a strange way and laughs mockingly. Who are you going to become? In Hulk? "Angie," Dean warns her, "shut up, w

I notice a new person with that bastard Denver Wangley, who has dared to talk back to me even after witnessing the personified death itself. “Yes! I am asking you! Because I don't care who the hell are, because you have interrupted something very important to me and it makes me so mad and angry. And when I am angry then I don't care who is standing in front of me, as I just go crazy and beat the shit out of anyone who dares to come in my way, like this–”

Rage unlike anything I’ve ever felt washes through me like a tidal wave. “Who?” I snarl. Who dares to threaten my mate? “We don’t know, but your father seems to be against the Guardians, so we thought maybe it was him.” I take several breaths, getting control of my anger. Anger and hunger are a very bad combination in a vampire. When vampires get angry, we tend to lash out quickly. When you add hunger to that, people die. “It’s not my father. He may want to try and show that vampires are the strongest of all supernaturals, but he isn’t in collaboration with werewolves or anyone else. My father has the mindset that vampires are the best and should be the rulers of the world.”

Anger stems underneath my skin and I try to push it down ,remembering whose presence I was in. “You know,” I clutched the papers tighter in my hands, “I loved my husband. I loved him so much,” my voice broke. “I would have forgiven him for cheating,” I said, disappointed in the truth. “That's not all he did though,” Donatello said softly. “Yes. He killed my babies. He gave me pills to get rid of the mistakes,” I spat out bitterly. “It's okay to be angry.” I raised my eyes to his face. His jaw is hard and his features are so sharp, he almost looked like a painting. A small scar on his eyebrow nicked the image though, somehow, enhancing his perfection.

It was just like asking a dead man to tell them who murdered him. “What the fuck is fucking happening!” he punched the wall by his side and expressed his frustrations, an unconscious alpha is like an armorless soldier going into war, it was a completely unfair fight. “Who would dare do this? Whoever that bastard is, I will surely cut his head myself. That fucking piece of shit!” Doctor Gelle’s mouth was like a bow spouting arrows as he pleases, he lost his composure just now after reaching to such findings, if worst things happen, this poison could be lethal.

He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to kill me. He’s staring into the sink when he speaks. “I’m angry. It’s not a good time to have any type of discussion. I don’t think we have a choice, though.” My temper spikes to its highest level and I can’t hold back. “You’re angry,” I yell. “I fucking saw you beat a man senseless and then watched Moon blow his fucking head off and you’re angry?”

“Victor, Rachel is dead. I’ll send you a photo. Sigh… It’s your big day. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.” A photo came through, showing Rachel on the ground, covered in blood. Vincenzo had absolute confidence that it would fool anyone. After all, the makeup had taken three full hours to make it look this real. He continued, his voice calm and steady, “When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk properly.” “Shut up…” I muttered, over and over again. “Shut up… Shut up…” Then suddenly, rage ignited in me, and I slammed my foot down on the phone.

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.