Angry Luffy Drawing Novels & Stories

The little angel did know how to speak, she called my mate mommy, she had the cutest voice ever, but when her tantrum started I looked at her with a glare, one look was enough to get her to get back to her notebook and end the tantrum before it started. We did the same during all of our classes, and I could see the angel pulling on Amber's sleeve, wanting to show her the drawing she's been working on, I looked at the paper as well, she had drawn in green a dragon with horns and fangs, along with red drops going down his mouth, the drawing was one of a young child, but I could guess who she meant to draw, it was me in a picture. "Angel," Amber scolds her, I turned my face to the other side pr

Luca said with an amused smirk on his face. "Fine," I huffed, looking around for a pen. I moved back from Luca and bent to open my lower drawer when the Italian snapped. "What the fuck is that?!" I turned to a very angry Luca as he stared at my back. I turned a little to see my hoodie had ridden up a little. I quickly pulled it down, pen in hand. "Nothing," I said in a calm tone but Luca wasn't having it. "Come here," he commanded making me roll my eyes.

I bit my lip in anger. TBC. Sorry it short. Please guys please continue staring and liking . Please you people are making me unhappy..

“I forgot my drawing. Alpha Levi says he wants to see it today.” “Which one?” I ask, and she opens the paper to a stick drawing of what appears to be a man. “Who is that?” I ask, biting my lower lip as I try hard not to laugh. “Alpha Levi.” Her answer is innocent, but it doesn’t stop the laughter from rumbling through my throat. “What?” she asks with her brows drawn down, and I shake my head. “I am sure he will love it. I can’t wait for you to give it to him.”

he stared deeply into my eyes. "But everything you said about having feelings for me was a mistake?" "And it was the most hateful lie I've said," he interjected with a look of disgust on his face. "I'm truly obsessively drawn to you, Amara Lively." He extended a hand to my face and gently moved a lock of hair, placing it behind my right ear. He then spun around and turned his back towards me.

Sashi immediately ran back into her room and closed the door, though she still peeked out slightly to see whether Arlan would open it. Curious, Arlan unfolded the paper and saw a drawing made by Sashi. Bintang covered her mouth, holding back laughter at the drawing. Arlan turned to Bintang and held the drawing beside his face, as if comparing them. “Am I really this fierce?” Arlan asked Bintang, because Sashi had drawn him looking intimidating, with sharp eyes, an angry mouth, and a posture that looked furious. Bintang burst into laughter, completely amused, especially since Arlan was comparing the drawing to himself.

“What did you burn down this time?” “Nothing,” they said, affronted. “We drew you.” That was, in its own way, more alarming. They slapped the comic down on the table. Naomi, already sitting there with a mug of coffee, leaned over eagerly. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I have never loved anything more.” The first panel showed a stick‑figure version of me with extremely dramatic hair, standing on a boulder, arms raised. My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe.

The potential for further violence hangs heavy in the air, as they stand on the precipice of unleashing their pent-up anger in a battle that could have far-reaching consequences. As the punch from his rival connects with Jay's face, a storm of pain and anger ripples across his features, casting a dark shadow upon his countenance. The impact jars his senses, momentarily disorienting him, but it also fuels a surge of determination within him. His eyes narrow, a flicker of fury igniting within them. The storm brewing on his face reflects the tempest of emotions swirling within him—anger, frustration, and a deep-seated desire to fight back. The pain etched on his features transforms into a steel

Below the drawing, in wobbly children's handwriting: "They left me here cuz im useles. Im a bad boy they said. Thats why nobody wants me." My vision blurred with tears. "Lucian..." "Keep reading," he said softly, his shoulder warm against mine. The next page was covered in angry scribbles, the pencil marks so deep they'd torn through the paper in places. "I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM" filled the entire page, getting messier and more frantic toward the bottom, like the writer's hand had been shaking with rage.

His eyes drifted down to her drawing book. Curious, he picked it up. And the smile disappeared instantly. “Tamera…” he said slowly. “What is this?” She looked up from the plate happily. “It’s you, Lance,” she said. “Do you like it?” His chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up abruptly. The drawing showed him. But not the way she usually drew him. This version of him was lying on the floor. Blood was pouring from his stomach. Lance’s stomach twisted.