Romans & histoires Angry Pucca

ALINA I was so mad I could barely see straight. My head felt like it would explode, my teeth chattered from the force of my anger, and my hands were shaking at my sides. “What the fuck was that, Luca?” The words were heavy. I had never been so angry in my life. If I had, I didn't remember. Luca just stood there, watching me with a small smile on his face. He smirked. Like this was a joke. Like I was a joke.

I knew Luca was emotionally connected to this Aria, it was so damn obvious, telling from how affected he is right now. He didn’t shed a tear, or let out screams of anger. He didn’t do any of that, but if anyone was a little bit smart, from a single glance, they’d be able to pick up how extremely angry he currently is, which prompted me into remaining completely silent as I tried my best to comfort him. After a few minutes, his voice broke the silence, completely catching me off guard. “I’m going to make those bastards pay.” His voice was cold and alarmingly low as he spoke, reminding of how scary and dangerous Luca is.

“Callahan! Quit showboating and run the power play again!” Knox laughed—actually laughed—and flicked the puck to a teammate so smoothly it looked choreographed. Then, because the universe clearly hated me, the puck took a weird bounce off the boards and rocketed straight toward the bleachers. Straight toward me. I had half a second to think, This is how I die, before it smacked the metal seat next to me with a sound like a gunshot. I yelped, jumped up, and promptly slipped on a rogue chunk of ice that had somehow migrated onto the floor. My arms windmilled. My dignity took a nosedive.

I couldn’t breathe. Luca’s eyes pinned me in place, a predator locking onto its prey, blazing with unrestrained fury. “Luca, don’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling but resolute. My pulse roared in my ears, each beat a desperate countdown. His lip curled, a low growl reverberating from deep within his chest. It wasn’t just Luca standing before me—it was him and Amarok, their anger fused into one volatile force. His eyes glowed red, smoldering like embers ready to ignite. My heart clenched painfully as his voice thundered through my mind, relentless and sharp.

Bella, furious beyond sense and reason, marched toward the golden peach sculpture with determined steps. She grabbed it with both hands, her fingers wrapping around the cool metal, her face twisted with anger that made her features harsh and unrecognizable. "Looking at the sculpture makes me sick!" she cried, her voice shrill and cutting as she raised it high above her head, muscles straining with the weight. She was fully ready to smash it onto the floor, to watch it dent and shatter. But just as she swung her arms downward, gathering momentum— A voice thundered from the entrance:

Fuck me. *****************************************

He makes her so angry. "Don't be a brat!" He growled lowly. He was so huge, looming over her small frame. She pulled to her feet trying to free her jaw but he was being too harsh. Even though she stood up to appear a bit dominant she was too small compared to him. "And don't be a jerk!" She spat back. Luca's eyes darkened. Angela's eyes got misty when all of a sudden Luca's hand was pushed away and his eyes snapped at Silvia.

"FUCK THIS SHITS!" ********

For some reason, seeing Jace has turned them into puppies who no longer want to play. “Do we have a problem here, gentleman?” His voice asks in a husky tone, almost commanding. “These guys have gone absolutely bonkers! They were trying to push me outside in the snow!” I yell, getting more emotional then I should. I couldn’t help it though, the fear and anger coming to a head inside me as I pour my emotions out. The anger on Jace’s face says it all, as he takes a step towards the two guys who have gone white as sheets in front of us.