Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

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.

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

I was also aiming for him. I dodged his attack. I hit the puck, my chest heaving. And then I heard it. The voice of that hypocritical bastard. The announcer. "Ladies and gentlemen, Jax seems to not be ready to go down without a fight. We now have one mark each for each team and one last period to take on. But before that, a short ad break to showcase our sponsors."

Luca cursed me angrily and drove away down the street. After three hours,we were able to stock the goods into the warehouses. Luca was the most stressed here. He kept working just to let off some steam, not after giving me some few punches making my lips burst. My left cheeks were reddened and they were swelling,annoyingly. I was able to return a few punches which gave him only a busted lip. He does this anytime he's angry at me. I don't blame him,He cared for Hazel so much and wished I did the same to her.

“Fuck” All of them rushed to the living room in worry to see Lucas throwing his mobile on the ground furiously shocking them. Enrico was still angry with Lucas for not trusting him to take care of Klara but he couldn’t stay mad at his best buddy for long and also their business is at stake. It’s not time to hold grudges thus he held Luc’s shoulder trying to calm his anger and spoke calmly. “Luc! Calm down” He can tell Luc is beyond angry from the way he’s fuming. And Ralph chose wrong time to provoke him because Luc would become a devil when he’s angry and the day start would be terrible with furious Lucas.

It’s just a stupid fake dating shit for my reputation, why is it sounding like something more? Something stupid moved again in my chest and I crushed it immediately. I didn’t have time for that shit. She didn’t look at me once in the first period. I looked at her more than I should have. Wins before Bitches! I reminded myself again. I tried hard to focus, after which Buffalo scored first, it was my goal and it was fucking clean. Their goalie was slow, winning was my way of making him pay for it. I threw my arms up, angled myself toward the photo pit for an extra second just to be an asshole about it.

Andrew DeLuca I'm pacing back and forth in my office, I've never been this impatient before. Normally, I have a solution for everything, but she... This ragazza makes me lose all reason. When I saw her by the pool talking to Derick, and the little charm he was throwing her way, my blood boiled, and I wanted nothing more than to dunk that figlio di puttana's head into that damn pool. But I couldn't, not yet. Derick was opening doors for me with some allies he had.

I may sound like a clingy bītch, but I’d be clingy any day for Padrino’s fat cōck. “Fūck, you drive me crazy, Angel.” He whispered as his hand palmed my pūssy greedily. “This pūssy is mine.” He snarled in my ear, making me moan as my eyes rolled back. “Fūck my pūssy, Padrino.” I begged him as our ragged breaths filled the air. “Keep quiet, Angel.” He muttered before smacking my covered pūssy, making me laugh.