Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

Arina's POV After that we reached home in no time. I am not sure why but Romano is looking really angry. This is what I have noticed about him, he only feels this one emotion... anger. How I wish I can give him a nick name... Angry bird! But I can't, because then my dead body will be disposed in a nearby dustbin and that is not something I want right now. As we got out of the car and entered the hall Lucia became excessive clingy to him again.

cried Romona grabbing tightly to the handrail as Lorenzo tried to drag her towards the bedroom" the children held on to her trying their best to help her but he was stronger than them You son of a bitch how dare you I'm going to kill you!! screamed Francesco in anger as he jumped on him mercilessly punching" he did not stop to catch his breaths even though he could see he was already bleeding horrifically" Francesco looked like a vicious animal hungry for blood, in his entire life he had never been so angry it was as if he aimed to kill him Let them go!! he shouted his blows lending on his face, Riccardo could barely move as he tried to push him off him but he was no match

“I wasn't fair on you. You’ve been apologising and I just ignored you.” Luca's face relaxed instantly but he shook his head “No, I was an arse. I should never have got angry at you, and I shouldn't have made the pack feel my pain.” He ran his hands through his honey brown hair. He hadn't styled it since Alissa told him to stay away from him, it lay limp on his forehead.

they are looking so fluffy that I want to pinch them and eat them, Author:: Behave Pankaj, maintain a cold person aura, not Romeo's role, why are you forgetting your role?? huh ??? Pankaj:: What can I do it's not my mistake !! It's your mistake, why did you give me my angel then? by looking at her I can't be in control l, she is drugging me with her chubbiness and innocence!! You go shu shu

I walked in and saw him. Riven was on the ice, alone, stick in hand, angrily shooting pucks. Most of them missed. He looked exhausted, furious, and completely broken. “Fuck!” he yelled, kicking the puck away in frustration. I stepped onto the ice, my voice soft. “Was that ‘fuck’ or ‘puck’?” Riven spun around, eyes widening when he saw me. “No pun intended,” I winked. “How do you know I would be here? What are you even doing here?”

Then a thousand butterflies started fluttering in my stomach for Luca. I cried all the way to jail in an Uber. But the moment I arrived, I was greeted by a very angry Luca. Well, Luca is always angry and gloomy and I know it has something to do with his past which he never talks about. But he has never directed his anger to me, my dad or any member of my family for that matter. Last night was different, he was angrier than usual. He was angry at me. He kept on cursing, and swearing, and saying so many mean things to me. It hurt and all the butterflies in my stomach died instantly.

"It’s really going to be a bloodbath," I muttered. "I hope your Angel has insurance, because Rocco doesn't just get angry, he levels buildings. If he finds out he was lusting after a man, he’ll burn this club to the ground just to wash the memory from his brain."

Catalina frowned, her expression changing. Gradually she seemed to realise that this man, the man whose member she had been choking on to keep him happy, was anything but pleased. Fear flashed over her face as she comprehended the fact that he was fiercely, violently angry. And she knew the Mafia Doan well enough to know that in his uncontrollable rage, he was capable of just about anything. Lucien was now bellowing in rage, his phone in his hands, “Who the f*ck let this f*cking wh*re into my house?” he roared and a chill went through her.

We round a corner, and everything snaps right back into chaos mode. Luca’s in the middle of the hallway, holding some guy by the front of his shirt, one-handed, with enough force to lift him off the ground. The guy’s feet barely scrape the floor. His face is pale, his mouth open in panicked silence, and Luca— Luca looks ready to kill him. His eyes are narrowed, jaw locked, chest rising and falling in quick, uneven bursts. There’s a wildness to him that I haven’t seen before—not just anger, but something colder underneath. A fury that’s been bottled up for way too long.

Armano Dante De' Luca I was pissed up, very angry. I already smashed everything in our room. And I would keep smashing any other thing that comes my way. How did this happen and how am I supposed to leave without Gianna. I have never felt this type of anger before. I can feel my emotions getting the upper hand of me. We still haven't found the Vandata's hideout, no one wants to believe they have a hand in all this scandal. But I believe they have a hand in it.