Deku Angry Novels & Stories

Ok, seriously, what- I take a step forward and gasp, my stomach heaving when I see the face of my baby daddy on the floor, covered in blood. Deacon is the person they’re screaming about. My Deacon- No, not my Deacon. My son’s Deacon! I can’t help it- I dart forward onto the grass, over to the drama station. “Dec?” I tug his arm, “what’s going on?” He turns to look at me, and his face tenses with anger… hate? “Now is so not the time Bethany! Back the fuck off.” The shakiness of his voice has me scared, and I take a step back. I have never seen or heard Declan so angry, so uptight… he’s the calmer of the two!

In anger, I throw the glass across the room breathing heavily. my phone rings again and I pick up immediately “And?” I say my voice deep and filled with anger as I gulp down another fill of the drink “She’s with us and we are heading to the DeLuca Mansion”

Rage burned fiercely in their eyes like volcanoes on the verge of eruption. "You did all this?" Keagan roared angrily. He slammed his wooden staff against the ground with a heavy thud, sending an invisible shockwave outward that blasted the surrounding rubble away. "My Solaris Hold has no grudge against you. Why did you show such ruthless cruelty, slaughtering my sect's disciples and Elders?"

Chapter 9: Kitten “Nobody's angry all the time unless you're a psycho.-J.Denovich” AMAIA’S POV “Or do you want me to teach you an aiming lesson on how to throw a dagger straight to your target?” There I know my freaking anger issues hit him. “How dare you!” My voice echoed making all the people stop from walking, and when they saw the man’s scrutinizing eyes, they quickly sprint out shaking. Only me, his men-in-black bodyguards, and the jerk-head disrespectful guy who add fuel to my anger.

There’s a strange clarity to my anger—a focus that makes every sense sharper, every movement precise. The moment I reach the edge of the hideout, I don’t stop to think. I kick down the door, wood splintering under the force of my boot, and I step inside, feeling every ounce of anger, every piece of heartbreak, flood through me like a dam breaking. The witches turn, eyes wide with shock, but I don’t give them a chance to scream.

I notice a new person with that bastard Denver Wangley, who has dared to talk back to me even after witnessing the personified death itself. “Yes! I am asking you! Because I don't care who the hell are, because you have interrupted something very important to me and it makes me so mad and angry. And when I am angry then I don't care who is standing in front of me, as I just go crazy and beat the shit out of anyone who dares to come in my way, like this–”

Death would've been angry. Parker stumbled back a few more steps and his lips pulled into a thin line. "Piss off," Raven yelled over to him. "Who put a penny into you, hello kitty?" he called cruelly and this time it was my turn to be pulled back. My skin burned with the anger that had festered dangerously inside me since meeting Deshawn. My nails dug into the palm of my hand and I gritted my teeth. The drizzle of rain fell onto my skin but not even that diminished the anger. Not even when Taron murmured calming words in my ear or when Deshawn put a hand on my shoulder did I calm down. I couldn't. The beast had been released from the cage and even if all my anger wasn't targeted at Parker, I

Deka had never used that tone with him before. "Stand down," Deka said. "Now." Tommy grinned, all teeth and malice. "Yeah, stand down, Alpha 'Superman'. This is a civil meeting." "Piss off, motherfucker," Connor added cheerfully. Killian's body went stiff only because he respected his uncle Deka. Dante actually growled.

Seeing him at that moment reminded me of how angry I was with him, “Now I smell anger” “I have every right to be angry at you DJ”, if not for my heat, I would be over there beating his ass up last two weeks when he blatantly refused to stick up for me at my time of need, “What the hell are you even doing here? I am on my heat, I need privacy”, DJ let out a sigh, “Yes, Dez, I know I have been a huge jerk during the last few weeks…”, “A big fat one”, I pointed out, purposely cutting him off.

It fell uselessly into the dirt. The element of surprise gone, Devrim came out of hiding. "Thanks for the gift." He picked up the knife and tucked it in his belt. "You think that's the only weapon that I have? I have killed men more ways than you are days old." Angry pulled out a tube with darts and blew two of them at the Emperor within a second. Devrim rolled to one side before the little needles could hit their mark. Angry cursed like the sailor he was. He pulled out a small, double bladed axe and swung it around. "Why are you keeping your distance?" Angry taunted.