Angry Pucca Novels & Stories

The sensation of my heart possibly breaking feels like I'm going to die. Luca stalks back into the bathroom. He looms over me in a pair of loose fitted pyjama pants. Anger flares through his eyes, causing his chest to rise and fall heavily. “Fuck? Si, you went ahead and practically fucked a man in public. I called you a dozen times! Do you know how worried I started to get when your phone kept going straight to voice mail? I……” Banging on his chest with closed fists. “Could've fucked you on a dance floor if it would've pleased you immensely. I. Could. Have. Done. It.” His face turns bright red with anger and his veins pop out on the sides of his neck.

Yet another scar caused by that STUPID, IGNORANT BITCH! Allegra motherfucking Grey!! 8 years! 8 goddamed years I’ve been trying to kill her and somehow fails everytime.She has humiliated me time and time again. The embarrassment it has caused me in my life, that I, Ace De Luca, can’t even kill a little girl, is devastating. I released my anger by punching my reflection in the window next to me. YOU. *punch* WILL. *punch* FUCKING. *punch* DIE. *punch*

I awaited for any of them to say something. “What’s the noise all about? Why did you leave me like that, son? We were having an important conversation,” Tata Mama said. “Something came up, Mama. A rogue entered our pack with the intention of harming my mate,” Luca defended. Angelo, with his hands folded, made a move to talk. “Off course, bro. From your attitude, you've bred lots of enemies,” he said, with a smile ridden up his face. Luca snarled, baring his fangs at Angelo.

Paisley was furious and scolded, "Are you fucking out of your mind?" "You are the one out of your fucking mind! You pretend to be elegant and noble when you are a shameless bitch in your core! You're a whore who's so desperate that you even want old men!" The other party retorted immediately using vicious words. Paisley had never been scolded like this, and she was so angry that she was trembling. When she looked over, she saw that the person who was cursing at her viciously in the wheelchair was Angel.

I booked a cab here, hoping to get a room, only to discover that the entire building was fully booked for a witches’ convention. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as my frustration mounted into an unbearable intensity. I couldn’t cry. Not now. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I whipped it away furiously. The last twenty-four hours of my life had been short of a nightmare. I went from finding my best friend and my boyfriend together to finding out that I was the mate of a werewolf hockey player, who I had to reject this morning after using him on more than one occasion to feel better about myself.

I snapped, slamming the door behind me. She looked up, amused. “Why so mad?” “Why did you lock me out of my own place?” I clattered my keys onto the counter. “You knew I had nowhere to go!” “Oh, come on, you had Ryder’s,” she said, leaning forward with sudden, desperate curiosity. “Tell me everything—how was your night?” “Hello! I’m furious, and you’re asking me stupid questions?” I grabbed a couch pillow and hurled it at her. She caught it effortlessly.

I asked, cocking my head to assess him. Luca's blue eyes flashed at me angrily, a frown on his face. "Drink? How can you drink at a time like this?!" I chuckled and poured myself another glass. Luca always did have a temperament. Growing up everyone naturally assumed I was the hot-headed one of the trio. But it was Luca all along. Fucking mad man. I had seen him take down someone three times his size with the sheer force of his anger alone. He was quite difficult to reason with especially when he was angry.

I marched down to where the car was parked, tapping the window with more urgency. “Why can’t you—” “What the fuck is your problem?” I spat, my voice filled with anger. “I can understand if you're angry with your father or the game loss, but what do I have to do with it? Like, why the fuck are you punishing me when you can just give me the damn keys, and I go inside and leave you alone to sulk in your car.” I said all at once, my chest heaving while he remained unfazed, much to my frustration.

She said cutting him off "kindly fuck the fuck off!" She'd taken a piece of fruit and stomped up the stairs to accentuate her anger, and then slammed the door so loudly, it scared the neighborhood cats She fumed over some things, mumbling to herself about her shitty as fuck day, not that she'd been conscious for most of it, the anger kept on welling up in her, the intense emotion brewing in her, bringing her to an emotional peak, squeezing out every drop of emotion for her and a loose scream escaped her throat.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Neither of them looked away first. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The puck dropped.