Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

However, his attempt at humor only fueled my anger and bitterness, which were still smoldering within me. In a fit of rage, I lost control and grabbed Luca by the collar, forcefully pushing him away. It happened so abruptly and violently that Luca stumbled and fell to the ground, struggling to catch his breath. Standing over him, fists clenched, I battled to rein in my emotions and regain control.

Why was Luca pissing me off? "Oh, I never knew that I was now a psycho," I scoffed, wanting to pour all of my anger into the argument or whatever it was. "It's funny that the realisation is coming from the very person who assured me that I wasn't." "It's not like that, Scar and you know it," he said on a sigh. "I'm only worried about-" "Save me that shit please, Luca," I cut him off, fuming and breathing hard. "I really I'm not in the mood for this ... Whatever this is right now. "

It was as if his anger had manifested itself in his driving, the car was hurtling down the road with an intensity that matched the turmoil within him. As we raced through the streets, my heart clenched with every passing moment. I feared for the lives of the careless ones who crossed our path, No, Rurac needs to slow down now. No matter how angry he is, he should be considerate and realize that we are still within the boundaries of the New Dawn Pack and there could be pups, playing close to the road, who may unknowingly become victims of his fury. And then, as if the universe was testing our resolve, I spotted a group of pups playing in the middle of the road.

Blood had stopped running down his chest, but it was still angry. It was my turn to play offense. Slowly, he walked up to me. Backing up so I was almost touching the glass, I was ready for my move. The moment Luca was within arm’s reach, my hand shot out and grabbed his dick, pulling him towards me. However, I dipped at the last minute, making his blood torso slam against the cold, wet glass.

My vision was blurred with anger, my chest heaving with shallow, rapid breaths. What kind of power did Luca hold that none of the party goer could even stop him? Not even my father could stop him. My vision was blurred with anger, my chest heaving with shallow, rapid breaths. Then I saw him again... Luca, the arrogant bastard who'd dropped me like a sack of flour. He stood a few feet away, brushing nonexistent dust from his suit, completely unbothered. His green eyes flicked to mine, calm and cold, as though he hadn't just shattered the last bit of control I thought I had over my life.

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.

"I want to know how you're actually doing. Not the sanitized version you give Dr. Patel or Marco. The real answer." Luca was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, "I'm angry all the time. At Viktor, at the people who hurt me, at you for not finding me sooner, at myself for being weak enough to get taken in the first place. I'm angry and I don't know what to do with it." "You weren't weak. You were nineteen and vulnerable and targeted specifically because of me." "I know that logically. But logic doesn't change how I feel." Luca pulled his knees up onto the bench. "Dr. Patel says anger is part of the healing process. That I need to let myself feel it instead of pushing it down."

Then the puck drops, and Mercer comes at me like a fucking freight train. I barely have time to react before he slams into me, hard, sending a sharp jolt through my ribs. It’s not a clean hit, not a calculated play, it’s messy, aggressive, fueled by something raw and unchecked. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t chirp me like he normally would, doesn’t smirk or bait me into reacting. He just wants to hurt me. And fuck, do I love it.

“Acting in anger won't take us anywhere!” Luca huffed with a glare aimed my way. “But she started it! I'm gonna make sure she regrets it.” “I started it?” A maniacal laugh escaped me. “You’re the one who tormented me ALL WEEK! You called me names! Slut, whore, cum dumpster, you fucking name it!” I heard Angela choke and felt Carlo go rigid against me but I didn't stop there. “You know what, Luca? Go right ahead and disrespect me. Call me a slut all you want but we both know I've only had Carlo's cock in me and you're just so freaking jealous about that! Would you like to hear how thick, long, and pretty, Carlo's co—”

Leaving me completely gobsmacked and standing gawping like a complete moron. He knows how to push my buttons alright; anger buttons, and I am fuming as horny heat is replaced with fiery anger. I just blink at him, my heart pounding, pride wounded and a tiny tremor of rage simmering inside of me like a dull ember trying to catch alight. Breathing hard and just locked on that gaze in a silent war of ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ Carrero is an utter fucking arsehole of epic proportions. He is no gentleman at all!!!