Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

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."

I crushed the paper again while around clenching my jaw as an immense anger took over me. What kind of sick game is this? Why is he playing with me now? I got scared for nothing. Just when I was gonna throw it outside another one hit my chin. I scoffed biting the inside of my cheeks as I tried to control my anger. I tore the paper in anger why do people getting on my nerves nowadays. I guess today is not my day. As I again tried to throw again I got hit by a paper. "HEYYYYYY" I steamed in frustration when I couldn't ablw to control it which made me clutch my stomach as an immense pain ran through me. Fuck I didn't think about it. I closed my eyes as I try to control my anger.

I didn’t - and that’s where I went wrong - instead I tried to be reasonable and let him down slowly. And then he went ahead to do that shit. “Fuck!” I yelled. No one could make me as angry as people like Damien who walk around feeling like they owned the world because life had placed them on the better plane of things. Was that hypocritical of me? Probably, but at least I tried not to be too much of a cocky bastard. My phone chimed next to me, the screen illuminating my dimly lit room and I took a moment before lifting it up.

I punch the wall over and over again leaving it covered in blood I can feel my rage boiling over. "THAT MOTHER FUCKER I'LL KILL HIM"! I hear Gio yell out Andrea tries to calm him down all while tears cascade down his cheeks. Marcello is as still as a statue almost like he's in shock. His hands are balled up so tight his knuckles are white and blood trickled down his tight fists, his eyes are red like he's turning into a monster. Mattia is sitting down with his head in his hands I've never seen him like this he's always the one cheering everyone else up.

“That’s it. F*cking grinds me. Grind your wetness on my f*cking hard cock— ” *Dingdoooong!!* They’re both panting as they stop and stare at each other’s eyes. Both feeling hot and craving for more but hell the pizza guy is so annoying!

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.

Bianca was struggling furiously, not giving in and he was growing more incensed with each minute. The little pet was fighting him? He thought in incredulity. His whiskey-laden breath was hot against her face as the enraged Mafia man sneered, “The young me you f*cked, my little wh*re, were they better than my c*ck?” She raised a hand and with all the strength of her anger, she struck him hard, slapping him across the cheek, leaving a red mark on his stubbled jaw.