Deku Angry Novels & Stories

Not in any lifetime. Injured pride and a ton of leftover hurt fueled a burgeoning rage. The white-hot anger burned through me, providing me with an eloquence I hadn't expected to possess. "There is no us, Deacon. There never really was. You were just a decent fuck I enjoyed for a little while-and believe me, after you left, I had no desire for a repeat performance." He stared at me for a long, silent minute. "So this is your version of being civil and showing me the courtesy that I'm due as your fellow doctor?"

Kodjo sucked in a greedy gulp of air as he stumbled from a connected fist to the jaw, tearing the skin as rivulets of red dripped to his shoulders. “I will kill you!” Kodjo bellowed, cradling his pride. Looking like a lunatic with his wild brown hair, heaving violently as his wrath soared. His copper eyes filled with determination to go down with a fight. The werelions will learn their lesson today as they mourn their leader. “Then do it.” Duke opened his arms wide in a welcoming stance, flaunting a devious smile.

"Spoken like a true non stan." "Hey I like my kpop as much as the next person but do you see me blasting at the level that could render a normal person deaf? I don't think so. " "Oh whatever. So did you meet Deedee today? Did she ask about me?" Ang asks as I make my way over to her in the kitchen, I see a pot boiling with some sort of red sauce bubbling in it...I wonder what sort of concoction she could be making know. Don't get me wrong Ang is an okay cook but let's just say between Isiah and her... there's no competition.

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!

('IF YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME IN THE FIRST PLACE THEN YOU WON'T BE FEELING THIS WAY'). 'I know, you don't need to remind me all the time and like I said before, I was angry'. ('YEAH THAT DOESN'T JUSTIFY ANYTHING, A REASONABLE PERSON SHOULD BE ABLE TO CONTROL HIS ANGER AND NOT LET HIS ANGER CONTROL HIM'). 'Uh.....Uh.....What did we just make a deal on?'. ('SORRY') He forcefully said. 'It hasn't even been up to a minute and you are already breaking our deal'. ('DROP IT').

One of them was agitated to the point where his facial spines began to flare out. “How dare you accuse us of being weak!” he snarled. His friend was also somewhat agitated and had bared his fangs slightly, but held the angrier one back. “Calm down,” he told him. “They’re just riling us up with lies. It’s just human tricks.” Miko’s brow furrowed at the accusation. “I do not lie! …Um, unless I am contractually obligated to use deception.” “Alright, fine!” cried the angry one. “Duel me, but do not regret being torn apart.”

Her mind was messed up and she couldn't think straight. “You must be wondering why I'm here, Angel. It's simple really. The boss, he's had his fun and you're as good as dead. So before he gives the order to get rid of you, we might as well have a little fun.” Jade felt her heart racing. She blinked her eyes open, shedding a few tears along the way. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, slowly leaning toward her, his lips slightly pouted in readiness to kiss her. She held her breath, tears streaming down her eyes, as she waited for him to get close enough. Once he did, she raised her left hand to his face, scratching and wounding the right side of his face.

Mac sharpened and angry; If you don't shut up, bitch, I swear I'll make you suffer in pain like you've never seen in your life, I'll make you beg me to kill you, to make this skinny body of yours only see the openings of my fangs, it's better for you to shut up

The whole situation was so overwhelming, I could barely keep up. "You know," Angel continued, "it’s rare, but not surprising, for anyone who works here to see Derek lose his temper. He’s known for being a perfectionist and for having high expectations. If something’s not done to his standard, he can be a real beast. But this—getting angry over a woman—this is new." I could barely process her words. "Why is he so angry, though?" I asked.

Pain sprouted where he bit, but it was an addicting pain. “I don’t want you angry. At least, not yet.” Kade murmured against my neck. “I need you determined, focused. We need to be on the same page. When we have Alec—then, you can be angry. You can take every ounce of revenge you need, and I’ll be right there to help you. Until then, I need you in control.” “We’ll be late—” I stammered, thinking about the gathering before our appointment. “Fuck the High Table.” Kade snarled, his voice lowering until he sounded much more animal than man. “They’ve taken enough from me; they will not take my time with my mate.”