Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

Capa and Azza fighting just because of Lusis. While the two Jam and Phoenix grilling a Hotdog. He was stunned and just stared at them. "TANG*NA MO LUCIFER BUMABA KA DITO Ikaw ang LUSIS namin!" Phoenix yelled and Piccolo punched Lucy. Lucy didn't react even though it exploded loudly inside the house. He was just dumbfounded and looked at Amira's name on his finger again. "The angel from my Nightmare." Singing it and suddenly stood up.

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.

Every person who had once had a clash or something to say about her personality and character was in the comment section. While some still defended her, the backlash was nothing compared to my puck bunny headline. "Honestly, V, you know nothing about this?" Amara asked again, looking up from her phone. "I don't, and why would I waste money promoting a scandal when my car has been at the mechanic for over a month?" I shot back, a little annoyed. "Good...well, karma is real." Amara chuckled. I continued eating while she read comments from her phone and made sarcastic jokes, and we laughed.

And I knew, deep down, that she wouldn’t hesitate to crush us if it meant reclaiming what was rightfully hers. Luca stormed into our house, his face flushed with anger and his eyes blazing with fury. I had never seen him this enraged before, and it was clear that whatever was about to happen would not be good. He didn’t waste a second, not even bothering to take off his coat or greet anyone. Instead, he pointed a finger directly at me, his voice shaking with barely contained rage.

"At least Adrian's honest about hating me. You're just pathetic." Luca's expression darkened. "You don't understand—" "I understand perfectly." I spotted a wrench on the nearby workbench and grabbed it. "You're a cocky, arrogant alpha who thinks every girl should fall at your feet. Well, guess what? I'm not interested." I threw the wrench. My aim was terrible—probably because I was still technically injured and running on pure rage—but it sailed past Luca's head and smacked directly into the side of his pristine black Porsche with a magnificent *clang*.

“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.

Luca By morning, the fight was everywhere. I woke up to forty-seven missed calls and a text from my publicist that was mostly capital letters. The clip had been viewed eleven million times before midnight. Sports analysts were doing frame-by-frame breakdowns of the moment I dropped my gloves. Commentators were calling it a meltdown, a loss of composure, a side of Luca Devereaux nobody had seen in a decade. One panel show ran a fifteen-minute segment titled The Captain Cracks and used photographs of my face mid-fight that I had not known existed until that morning.

This bitch has gone out of her mind! I slap her hard across the face, and her head turns to the other side, her hair covering her face at the impact of my slap. “I’ve had it with you and your tricks and stubbornness. No more! Do you hear me? No more of it!” I bark in anger. The approaching footsteps I hear make me take my angry gaze away from her and fix it on the entrance so I can see who it is. It takes a while before Luca comes into sight, stumbling and collapsing on the floor. He is disheveled and has bruises on some parts of his body.

"Mi spiace dovermene andare così presto." [Yes.] [Sorry I have to leave so soon.] "Lo sa, ha quasi ucciso suo fratello." [You know, he almost killed his brother.] "Ha dei problemi a controllare la rabbia. Tutto qui." Pappa shrugged and propped a hand on his hip. He said it like it was completely normal for someone to almost beat his own brother to death because of some text messages. [He’s got anger issues. That's all.]

Hell, I've made Dmitry so fucking angry, he might as well have been steaming out his ears. I made the guy punch me, for fuck's sake, and he claims to be a pacifist. But I've never seen him as ragey as he is while glaring at me right now. The kind of glare capable of making lesser men drop dead on the spot if only to escape it. "I just wanted to make sure you got home okay last night." I wince as soon as the words come out. Jesus Christ, really, Caspian? That's all you could come up with?