Angry Papyrus Novels & Stories

Rapheal's POV I stared at the faded parchment in Narek’s trembling hands, my eyes widening in absolute shock as I read the jagged handwriting over and over again until the words began to blur together under the dim moonlight. A sudden, white-hot anger began surging through my veins, my chest heaving with a violent intensity that made the muscles in my jaw tighten to the point of breaking. The ancient dust in the room suddenly felt incredibly suffocating, and I had to lean heavily against the edge of the wooden table to keep my balance as the foundation of everything I believed in cracked open.

Paisley was furious and scolded, "Are you fucking out of your mind?" "You are the one out of your fucking mind! You pretend to be elegant and noble when you are a shameless bitch in your core! You're a whore who's so desperate that you even want old men!" The other party retorted immediately using vicious words. Paisley had never been scolded like this, and she was so angry that she was trembling. When she looked over, she saw that the person who was cursing at her viciously in the wheelchair was Angel.

My eyes moistened at his behaviour but like always I didn't sob. He searched his notebooks but didn't find them. I bite my lip looking at his pissed face. He took my notebook and tear it into two parts. His body language is yelling that he is not in his sense. Anger has fogged his sanity. He didn't stop there and repeat his act with my other three notebooks. He tore my four notebooks. He tore every paper of the notebook on which I have written my work and notes. Other than gasping and getting hurt by his act I did nothing. I was on the verge of crying when he slapped the torn papers of my notebook on my face taking me off guard by his humiliating act.

Artemy 2 weeks later I stared at the pictures in my hand. Stared at them longer than I should have. The pictures were shaking only because my hands were trembling. Anger had been a constant emotion inside of me since Rebecca had been taken away. I lived on the anger inside of me. It kept me going. It kept me grounded enough to find my Angel. But now, I was raging. There’s a big difference between anger and fury. Anger was enough to make someone go insane. But fury, it made people psychotic.

Knowing what exactly the outcome will be. “Oh, now I’m an angry bird huh?” She snapped her head, bringing her face inch closer to mine. God, she’s even more sexier when she’s angry. A/N why does this remind me of Alex and piper from orange is the new black. “I’m sorry senpia, I think I use the wrong words, I think you’re sexually frustrated, and I’m going to be the one to pay for it, with all pleasure which I will do.” I said with a smirk well placed on my face.

The hardened clay became soft and insubstantial, changing shape and reforming itself into a papyrus scroll filled with hieroglyphics. Isimud was showing the scroll to a band of travelling merchants who smiled avariciously and rubbed their hands together. They were not smiling by the time the Anunnaki appeared. Jimmy’s sight was filled with the scroll when they were done and he saw it change shape once again into a single edition book that looked like it had come fresh off a Gutenberg press. This one was being placed into the eager hands of some Bavarian fur trappers, who did not manage to keep their own skins after they read it.

I'll make you regret this! "Oh, let's see about that. But for now, listen and keep your anger in check." Julia was confident in her ability to outsmart other people. Yasmin clenched her fists, determined to prove Julia wrong. She felt like she might pass out from anger. Determined, Yasmin focused on turning the tables and showing Julia that she wasn't one to be underestimated. Just then, a sudden thought occurred to her. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she threw her manuscript on the floor.

Her anger surged like a tidal wave as the unwelcome voice cut through the air from behind, igniting the flames of frustration within her. Slowly turning on her heel, she fixed a piercing gaze who had dared to utter those words. She closed her eyes in pure angriness, her words cutting through the air like a blade. "Don't have any shame, or is your cheek really itching to get a hard slap, you dick?" Her tone was sharp. Mason slipped his hands inside his pant, "Oh Jesus, here I am planning to put some beautiful stick inside your small hole, and you're being angry with me. This is heart-breaking."

He looked in an unknown direction, his facial features now morphed to fury. “Fuck you, Noosha! I know this is your doing! If you think you will fuck me up with this, you are so wrong!” he snarled exasperatedly, looking in an unknown direction. He looked enraged and livid. The frown between his brows increased. His face had cracks, especially around his eyes where fire embers protruded. The fire seemed to be rippling beneath the surface of his skin. He was the epitome of distorted and destructive anger.

There was an elderly lady behind the door with a child in her arm, “Please help me my child is ill” Cleopatra took out a mat and laid the child. She boiled the pot of leaves like she had always seen Edgar. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate but she couldn’t. She tried severally but to no avail. She clenched her fists. The old lady saw her, “Is everything alright?” “I can not concentrate”, she released her hand remembering what Edgar had told her about anger. “I understand you have been through a lot of problems these past months. I can leave my child here…”, the woman said in a croaky voice, “When you are in a better frame of mind you can attend to my son”