Angry Duck Novels & Stories

"Andrian wasn’t just skipping. He was gone. And for some reason, that realization sat in my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake. going home that day, I was filled with anger. I was at the same time angry at myself and also angry at linda for not siding with me. i was angry at stupid Luke for cauding all this mess. this was his fault. All of his fault.I screamed, knocking down my lamb on my table. i know that i was letting anger consume me, but i couldn't stop it. taking a deep breath, i went to the only place I knew that would keep me distracted. the puppy's club.

"Or are you a girl? Either one, you're blocking my door. Get in or get out. Lem, what did I tell you about my floor? You're all mud "We shot a duck." Lem held it out like a peace banne The woman snatched it from his hand. "Anguy shot a duck, is what you're meaning. Get your boots off, are you deaf or just stupid?" She turned away. "Husband!" she called loudly. "Get up here, the lads are back. Husband

Luca said. “So, you were watching the entire time and didn’t jump in to help.” I placed my hands on my hips and stared at him. “Well, yeah. But I was ready to intervene if you turned purple. I was even ready to grab one of those dodo birds over there to beat his ass if I needed to.” I palmed my forehead, then turned to look at the strange birds that were waiting by the water for their next meal. Their beady eyes were weird with one eye looking to the left and the other looking to the right. They had long bills and stubby bodies with short legs.

She pursed her lips together so tightly that she gave herself a duck face, and I couldn't help but chuckle over the fact that it was the angriest duck face that I had ever seen. The blonde somehow managed to glare at me even more than she already had been. "What the fuck are you laughing at, asshole?" My smile grew. Even though she was as angry as she was, she was still attractive. "The fact that you have duck face .... it's .... kind of cute. In a duck with rabies kind of way." She wrinkled her nose in irritation, but it only made her look that much cuter. I sighed as I shook my head. "So the cuffs really weren't my brightest idea, OK?"

15. At the sight of trouble, the worker in coveralls drops his hose and runs for the kitchen door. Angry Fox socks his rifle to his shoulder, aiming at that fleeing head, but Pink Bunny shoves the barrel aside with an oversized paw. Pink Bunny says something muffled by plastic and fake fur. Angry Fox shouts back, louder but equally unintelligible, before ripping the barrel from his friend’s grip. The worker disappears into the building, the door slamming behind him. The forgotten hose rolls across the concrete, spurting water.

" he said and rushed out of there. So that quacky duck is a model. I got curious to see what she is doing or crying in her annoying voice so I walked near to the scene wanting to see the poor kid she would be scaring with her duck voice. When I reached the scene and pushed past the people what I saw made my blood boil in anger. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. "Security throw this kid out of this place if you love your jobs." Stella yelled at the guards and it was the last string of my anger which she broke. "STOP RIGHT THERE!" I shouted and everyone stilled at their places.

Dante growled. Chuckling, "yes, the anger. We have to work on your temper. We can't have you threatening or snapping people's necks." Straightening out his jacket, "let us continue." Dante was furious that he took out the anger on a nearby wall, punching strongly into it, breaking apart. His eyes briefly glowed, revealing an amber golden color. It was like a sharp sunset. He was snarling, his wolf trying to break out. Dante didn't like being controlled or manipulated in any way. He was used to playing cards. Maybe Declan was soon going to get himself or Dante killed.

In our classes we are taught in training to withdraw in order to prevent giving our opponents a serious injury. After a moment Jay glares at me, growling. “KICK HIS ASS ANGIE!!!” I hear Stu scream at me again and all of a sudden, it's like another switch went off in me. All of the pent up anger and rage start to bubble inside me, and I feel my wolf’s energy spring forward.

"And it is not finished; I must go and see other slaves, John!" In Hamburg, that very afternoon, in a park, Erik came and sit on a bench and looked at the ducks on the pond. "The male duck's penis is as long as their whole body, did you know it?" a stranger sitting on the other side of the bench declared. "I'm not sure I'm able to make the difference between males and females," Erik replied without looking at the man "With mallard, it is easy," the stranger said. "Are you sure some of them are not disguised?" Eric replied without breaking the eye contact with the mallards.

Shocked. Then an angry voice—sharp, furious. “What the fuck is going on here?”