Bubble Guppies Angry Novels & Stories

“Gosh! I don't care about taking care of half a dozen little Angelas as long as their brains are as big as yours.” Dylan hissed. “Half a dozen? What do you think of Angela? A dog?” Anya looked at him. “I have a dog, and Maki only gave birth to two puppies. Angela is different because she’s an alien, and aliens can produce more babies.” He rolled his eyes at her. “I can’t believe you’re talking to Angela that way,” he shook his head, looking disappointed when Anya and I burst out laughing. “Do you think the babies will come out of my mouth?” I joked, making Dylan more pissed at us.

But as she passed by the pool, the BB girls stopped her. "What now?" She sighed, getting irritated by their obstruction. Ava wasn't with them though. "Who were the bitches you were referring to the last time?" Madeline stepped forward, her eyes glaring daggers at her. "Still hung up on that?" Ruby raised an eyebrow. "Did you think you can make fun of the Bad Bitches and go scott free?" Irene said this time, popping a gum in her mouth. Her nose and lips had piercing all through. The students began noticing the impending fight, and they gathered, surrounding them with their phones held high.

Umalis ang mga dalaga't binatilyo na naglalaro ng badminton malapit sa kanilang kinaroroonan kaya nagpasya sila ni Joy na maglaro muna bago lumusong sa pool. Dahil naka T-shirt, sagabal ito sa pagpalo niya kaya panay ang pulot niya sa shuttle cock. "Pagod ka na, Gie?" pangangamusta ni Joy. "Hindi ako napagod sa kakahampas ng raketa, napagod ako sa kapupulot nito," tukoy sa shuttle cock. Natawa si Joy sa kanyang tinuran. "Saglit lang, hubarin ko na lang itong T-shirt, maliligo rin naman tayo pagkatapos nito." Sabay hubad sa suot na T-shirt at naiwan ang pulang two piece.

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

Monica nodded and said, "You should go back." "What about you?" The girl asked since she didn't want to go back alone and if possible she wanted him to accompany her. "I am going to threaten them so they won't make a move against you in the future," Monica said and didn't care about this girl anymore, but... Monica raised his eyebrow and looked at the girl for a while before he walked toward one of the men that he had beaten up. He saw that the man was passed out so he directly slapped him.

Always. “Back the fuck off.”

He had not seen the woman that picked him up from the box and separated him from his family but some of the pet shop boys, he saw at different times. He did not know what to feel about them, anger was a feeling that he had not explored before. It was a feeling that his mother never encouraged. He had seen anger though. It was one afternoon at the garage, Basil and Bitok fought over a piece of bone. At first, they were just growling and showing their fangs. He saw their eyes changed color, it was frightening. They couldn’t hear their mother’s voice, they were just focused on their anger that they forgot about the bone and it was Wacky who got to enjoy it.

Angel's words made Violet frown even more. "Unlike an ordinary bully, professional bully stay calm..." Silence enveloped them both before Angel finally spoke again. "They will just break their victim's spirit, drop their victims mind, and they will be died by tehirself." *** The sky looks black when Alyne comes out of her class. She looked up and pursed her lips wearily. It's raining again, that girl really hates rain, the wet and the cold water that fell from above for some reason makes her feel so alone.

The females hesitate at the edge, gingerly dipping their paws into the water and yipping among each other. The pups can all swim, but they’re still small, reckless, and rambunctious. Auggie, who’s made of more daring than muscle, makes an instant break for it, sailing the current almost past the sharp bend downstream before my wolf can bound through the water to fetch him back. Meanwhile, back by shore, Bowen slips on a slick stone and stages a dramatic slow-motion drowning in the five-inch shallows like a turtle stuck on his back.