Angry Papyrus Novels & Stories

And there is nothing more dangerous in this world, in any world, than someone calm, clear, and angry. ✾ Eleanor instantly paled. Amara flinched, but nevertheless, her glare was still on Eleanor. She was shaking, anger radiating off her in waves. Her golden eyes shining in fury and something else entirely. Lady Vita’s eyes narrowed from behind Amara. Eleanor could already hear her teeth grinding together. Clicking her tongue, she grabs onto Amara’s ear and starts pulling her out of the kitchen.

I crushed the paper again while around clenching my jaw as an immense anger took over me. What kind of sick game is this? Why is he playing with me now? I got scared for nothing. Just when I was gonna throw it outside another one hit my chin. I scoffed biting the inside of my cheeks as I tried to control my anger. I tore the paper in anger why do people getting on my nerves nowadays. I guess today is not my day. As I again tried to throw again I got hit by a paper. "HEYYYYYY" I steamed in frustration when I couldn't ablw to control it which made me clutch my stomach as an immense pain ran through me. Fuck I didn't think about it. I closed my eyes as I try to control my anger.

Elena's anger was a boiling cauldron, threatening to spill over as she walked away from Liam's presence. She could feel the eyes of stares from onlookers, their curious gazes like prying fingers that only fueled her frustration. But she didn't care. She was done with playing the perfect companion to Liam's whims. Trying to compose herself, Elena took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in an attempt to regain her composure. She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms, as if the physical pain could somehow distract her from the anger boiling within.

I was so eager for knowledge that I did whatever I had to do to get it, even if that meant completely disregarding caution. Anger flooded through my body at the thought of Raphael marking me. It was my fault for playing with something I didn't understand. I just didn't know what I was doing at the time. I hadn’t even realized but I had stopped everything I was working on, and I was standing there reeling in anger. This wasn’t just anger, it was deeper. It seeped into my very essence, settling deep within my core. Here, it simmered with a ferocious intensity, poised to erupt at any moment.

The seal bore the mark of the rival pack, and a surge of anticipation mingled with apprehension coursed through me as I broke it open. With each word I read, my anger grew, fueled by Liam’s mocking tone and belittling remarks. He scoffed at our preparations, dismissing them as weak and futile. His words taunted the very core of our pack, challenging our strength, our unity, and our resolve. His arrogance cut deep, piercing through my composure. In a surge of frustration, I crumpled the letter in my hand, unable to bear the weight of his insults any longer. Without thinking, I hurled the paper against the wall, its impact a release for the anger that burned within me.

Reluctantly, seething with rage, Mason leaned over the table, snatched up the pen, and signed furiously, the tip of the pen almost tearing through the paper. Each stroke of his hand was fueled by a potent mixture of frustration, resentment, and bitter resignation, his anger boiling over like a cauldron of molten lava. As he scrawled his name across the document, Mason's hand trembled with the intensity of his emotions, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. With each furious stroke, Mason's vision blurred with a red haze of fury, his thoughts consumed by a seething vortex of bitterness and regret. The sound of the pen scratching against the paper echoed in the small room, a harsh sym

Cara's face turned red with rage. I could see that Cara was furious, her anger boiling over like a pot left unattended. She picked up the cane again, her hand trembling with rage. "You dare to challenge me?" she spat, her voice venomous. "You'll pay for your insolence!" With a swift motion, she brought the cane down, whipping me and Jolie angrily. The pain seared through me like a hot knife, and I felt Jolie's body tense beside me.

The final blow that made her fully accept what her two children had now become was when Zack startled from his sleep only to find the entire bedroom engulfed in flame. Thankfully, his panic put them out rather than making the situation worse. “What do you have there?” I questioned, reaching for the papyrus scroll in her hands. She nudged me to the side with her hip, pushing back the mountain of books I had strewn across the tables splintered surface. The heavy scratch of thick paper hit my ears as she unraveled it to its fullest extent. Laced within the golden fillagree was a strange style of artwork that looked both ancient and beautiful.

My blood boiled, my heart pounding with frustration, with a desperate need to shake her, to make her see the fire I saw in her—the spark that burned me every time she was near, the strength she didn’t know she had. Her gaze burned into me, her eyes narrowing, her lips pressed into a tight line, and I felt her anger rising, matching mine, a silent challenge that crackled in the air. Who was angrier—her or me? The tension was a live wire, sparking between us, ready to ignite. I slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in a deserted side street, the engine idling as I turned to face her, my eyes locking onto hers. Her green eyes blazed, her cheeks flushed, her hands clenched in her l

All with my hand writing on them! “No,” I paused, “No, this can’t be.” I grabbed them, eyes scanning intently but nothing changed. The writings remained the same. So pushed forward and grabbed the notepad again, flipping the pages open immediately. Revealing not just one but more pages missing! Empty. Some torn out halfway, brutal. You could see anger written all over these actions, the way they happened. It made me feel even worse as i stared wide eyed at the pieces. Speechless.