Angry Pomeranian Mga Nobela at Kwento

PENELOPE'S POV~ I saw rage building in Angus, it was like watching a volcano about to erupt. His eyes turned from a warm brown to a dark, steely gray, and I could see the tendons in his neck tensing with the effort of controlling his anger. His teeth clenched together, grinding against each other with a terrifying intensity. He took a step forward, as if he were about to pounce, and the snarl that escaped his lips sent a chill down my spine.

He folds his arms in an angered manner as I remain silent. “I asked you a question , and I except you to answer!!!” he yells at me , making me take a few steps back. His anger is unpredictable – he is a like a small child who throws a tantrum when it does not get what it wants , sadly due to the immense power that he has he can actually do some thing about it to get his way. I felt my mouth opening up by itself and before I could answer , we both hear a vicious and loud growl.

Narrowing his eyes on me, he looked me over. "Why don't you want to go to the house"? "That's a long story that I don't want to share with a stranger", I answered with a loud sigh clearly showing I'm irritated by the topic. "Now puppy, do you want my friend to come or not", I said, not bothering that I called an Alpha wolf a puppy. "Don't call me a puppy, I'm an Alpha and what do you know you're a human", he snapped, his eyes glowing and strangely he looks stunning when he is angry. The dark aura, clenched jaw, and don't fuck with me vide are apparently doing things to me.

" he asked in a voice choked with anger. Oh no, he looks very angry. I cleared my throat as I saw his tense face. "Are ... you're the big gray wolf that came to the hospital last week?" I asked in a more polite voice. It seems the werewolf really hates dogs. His jaw was still twitching in anger. "Follow me," he growled without answering my previous question.

Now I'm pissed! "Slave!!!! Raise your fucking head up, if you do not want me fucking up your shit right now!!!" I growled, my nose flaring in anger, ears standing up. I know being angry makes me really ugly, but hey... that's what Janice designed my angry self to be like. My fiancée once called me a raving, bitter, beast.. after I killed her lover right in front of her. Janice jumps in shock and then she raised her head up.

He had never seen Alpha Damon so angry. Damon slammed the door hard behind him. His hands balled into fists at his sides. He yelled out in frustration, unleashing his anger as he punched the wall. The whole room trembled at the impact of the punch. “What are you going to do now?” his wolf asked him, threatening to take over. The image of Amara’s heartbroken expression flashed in his mind, stirring up his emotions and igniting a dangerous flame within him. His pain and frustration boiled over, and he let out a menacing growl.

Now the puppy we are going to adopt will help me get used to it and when it grew bigger, I won't feel uncomfortable. An assistant leads us to a garden like an area. I hope they tied every dog. She saw every puppy in complete awe and now she was confused to select one as she loves every puppy here. Out of nowhere, suddenly a Pomeranian dog ran towards us. I got panicked and before I could warn Janu, the dog came to halt in front of her. I watched the scene in horror. God! I couldn't see her getting hurt, so I took a step forward but it barred its teeth making me froze. Janu looked at my state and laughed. She had the nerve to laugh. Soon a man ran panting from the same direction as the dog an

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

"You've certainly gotten bold today. Is this your new way of trying to turn me on?" As his warm breath brushed my ear, he lifted the hem of my sweater and slid his hand beneath it. I turned and pressed down on his hand. "And why on earth would I want to turn you on? Your skills in that area are hardly worth bragging about." "Damn it, Emma!" Jake shouted, his expression freezing, shock and humiliation crashing together across his face. His eyes churned with a flicker of shock and menace. "You'd better watch your attitude, or else—"

’ The thought looped in his head, loud and angry. Before he could even pick up his fork, Vegas spoke again. “You’re here now, so the rules apply immediately. When I say jump, you ask how high. Understood?” Autumn nodded slowly, throat tight. He cut into his steak. The meat was hot, tender, bursting with salt and herbs. The butter coated his tongue, rich and slightly greasy, but he tasted close to nothing, as though he were eating out of obligation. A tiny ball of fluff suddenly came bounding into the room—a small, incredibly fluffy Pomeranian with cream and light brown fur. Mochi yipped excitedly and jumped straight into Vegas’s lap.