Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

“But Puck said he’d prove me wrong. So, we snuck into her house to talk to her.” “You do know that’s illegal, right?” Angela teased, pinching his cheek playfully. “Mom, it’s just a dream. I can’t control it!” Hound exclaimed, frustration creeping into his tone. “Fair enough. Continue,” she urged, her smile returning. “We waited in her room. When she came in, Puck asked her to be his girlfriend, but she called the guards. They dragged us out. And then…”, Hound’s face saddened, “And then they said that behavior is unacceptable and for the damages we caused to her mental health, we need to enroll in mortal combat. We didn’t do anything to her, we just wanted to know how she felt about Puck”,

Author's Pov “Arghhh! Fuck this! Fuck this all! Arghh!” Mila swept everything off her red painted wooden table, her fury growing as the items clattered to the floor. The sound only seemed to feed her anger, echoing in her grand but now chaotic bedroom.

Bodach smirked as he looked up at Puca, his cheeks sucked in as he quirked an eyebrow up at the other man. His look was almost daring as he tried to provoke him over the edge.. “Stop whatever game you are playing with her.” Puca hissed through clenched teeth. “Not a game, Tha mi ag iarraidh oirre.” “You don’t fancy her, the only one you’ve ever cared about is yourself.” Puca’s fist slammed into the front door and Bodach surged forward. Hands moving to the other man’s waist to spin him around, pinning him against the wall.

' Mischa angrily hissed to herself while her eyes burning in flames locked on Narco. Eyebrows pulled down and face wrinkled in disgust, Klauss grimaced at his current situation. He was having trouble with the dirt that stuck to his clothes and body. The veins in his head, neck, and hands have popped out of anger. He wants to take a bath in boiling acid just to get rid of the extreme grossness he feels right now.

Maria paced back and forth in the living room, her anger simmering like a pot about to boil over. She couldn't believe Mateo had disrespected her so blatantly, spending the night with his mistress. The thought of it made her skin crawl. As she paced, her mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and hurt, it dawned on her that those nights he had claimed to be working late, he might have been with her. The realization fueled her anger, and she let out a loud yell, throwing a vase across the room. It shattered against the wall, the sound echoing through the silence.

"Wait,what did you just say? You mean James St Patrick is the man that you smashed his Lamborghini yesterday?" "You are in alot of danger,girl!" Paz yelled as she nervously walked up and down in the living room "To be clear,I did not wreck his car ,I am not afraid since it is simply scratched. It is the way he looks at me that scares me." Says Angela as she bites on her lower lip and fiddle with her fingers "Can you tell me hoq he looks at you?" Paz asked

LONDON Anger manifests in two forms. The first form where it shocks you into silence, renders you completely speechless. And the second form, where raw, unbridled fury threatens to claw through your insides. You feel violent. Destructive. I stare up at Luca and I want to scratch and claw. I want to explode. There's a red, barely visible mark where my palm connected with his cheek, but he does not look pained. Instead, he looks surprised, amused even. Right now, the bastard pins me to the bed with threats to inflict more bodily harm on my person. I buck agdinst him. His weight is becoming slightly uncomfortable. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he grinds his hips harder agdinst my already slick co

Shocked. Then an angry voice—sharp, furious. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“Well, someone's all flared up. I can almost see how the hair on your neck stands out. Makes me start to think your wolf really is weaker. You're definitely not a beta.” “That is none of your business.” “The required rank to join hockey teams in this pack stops at Beta. You're not one. That's really shady. Really really shady.” And then, I heard the sound of the blade scratching the ice and the puck running out of my hold. I let out a grunt before turning around. My eyes stayed pinned on his backview. That bastard. I started skating hurriedly. I had to get back the puck and win. A lot was at risk.