Angry Duck Novels & Stories

He’s clearly bypassed shock and gone straight to anger. “I’m gonna murder her I swear. I’ll do time for the Bitch I don’t care!” Molly's angry voice seems to shock everyone as the chatter stops and everyone turns to face her. I’m slightly shocked at her anger but more than anything I find her outburst fucking cute and a huge turn-on. Fuck I know it’s not the time for it but apparently, my dick isn’t willing to listen to reason right now.

Calm and slightly angry. Truly, just slightly angry.

All they cared about was tearing me down, making sure I stayed the ugly duckling who dared to reach above her station. Back then, I drank every shot, choked on the burn, and still ended up puking in front of everyone. Sherry pinched her nose like I was trash, and Kenneth? He had me tossed out like one. Not this time. I set the empty glass back down with a loud clatter, staring Sherry down. "You got burned because you spilled my soup. That's on you." Sherry shot to her feet, pointing at me with fury. "What did you just say? That's on me? Finally showing your true colors, huh? I knew you were a manipulative little snake!

Night vision goggles covered her eyes, and a Bluetooth headset covered her ears. “How does it look from up there?” Warren asked. He and the remaining members of the Arcane Seekers trudged through the ankle-deep snow, spring may have come to Alberta, but Fort Vermillion didn't get the memo. Not that it matters with the town under siege by ravenous dog people called Adlets. Which brought the Scald Crow to a remote location. “We're clear. How are you doing?” air rushed against Therias microphone as she floated through the air. It didn't hide the worry in her voice.

AURORA’S POV. I felt my body vibrating from the anger that had built inside me. I was pissed and angry that he would call me names. That he would jump to conclusions this way. I could take everything but not be called names like this. “I’m not a slut, and he is gay!” I yelled in a loud voice. Anger surged through me. I felt my body vibrating so hard. My blood was boiling. My hair was standing. I felt my claws threatening to come out. The hairs on my body were getting much. I felt pains all over my body. It happened so fast that I didn’t even know it could. My anger had triggered that much in me. Jax’s jaws dropped. He closed the gap between us. His face inches away from mine. “Not only are y

"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 banner. 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!"

With a clear understanding, anger pooled in my stomach like hot lava, mixing with my blood until the heat singed my vision red. My claws were out. My canines elongated. A feral growl crawled up the back of my throat. I set it free and sent the birds into the nearby trees fleeing for safety. They knew something terrible was about to happen and they weren't planning on sticking around to bear witness to it. "You've fucked up," I heard the distant sound of my brother's voice just as I pounced on Quade.

~Big Duck~ A duck looking. A male one. They are yellow-white in colour, with a light golden beak. They have a feather that ranges from light golden to white in colour. The tip of the bill is yellow then fades to a lighter horn colour with a yellow core. The feet are yellow in colour. :Length, 70 inches ( /mostly 140- 200 cm when fully grown) : Wingspan, 4 ft. : usually found around mountain, hills and cliffs. : They are carnivore and usually hunt during the day.

Forget it They are angry.

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the