Deku Angry Novels & Stories

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.”

Yusuf had an angry expression on his face, and there was a shotgun resting on his shoulder, different from the gentleman Deangelo had known. Deangelo walked over to him, unable to hide the shock on his face. "Holy cow, if someone had told me that you were this badass, I would never have believed," he commented, gesturing vaguely at the dead men. "But you shouldn’t have killed them, I already taught them a lesson, they were leaving."

Annoying. “You came,” he said, relief evident in his voice. “I’m considering it a reconnaissance mission,” Deja replied coolly, remaining standing. “You’ve got fifteen minutes before I return to the hellfire of corporate politics, so make it snappy, Romeo.” Ren winced. “You have every right to be angry.” “Oh no, honey,” Deja said sweetly. “Angry was last night. I have transcended. I’m now floating in the astral plane of pure, righteous fury. I’m one wrong word away from flipping this table and baptizing you in cold brew.”

he asked angrily. “He too was the one who made me get raped,” I said about the cruel alpha, Alpha Deucalion. Arkane began to march away from me for a fight with the alpha, but I stopped him, holding him from behind by his right arm. He looked at me; his dark eyes were filled with rage. “Please don’t fight him; just let them leave. Tell them I want nothing to do with them,” I told Arkane. I didn’t want Arkane to fight the alpha. I knew Arkane was a great fighter as well, based on his strength and speed, but I had doubts that he was no match for Alpha Deucalion—not now, I guess.

Colton flashes me back a moody look, fierce, overbearing protectiveness shining through, and gets my ‘hell no’ glare of warning flashed right back. I’m not about to be sat in the corner and cotton wrapped because Colton thinks he needs to take care of a feeble little femme. This femme took down a bear, and she isn’t about to be intimidated by that idiot Deacon. ‘That son of a bitch darted me in the back. I’m not missing him crawling up and realizing this is a Santo domain! I want to experience that epiphany and watch him grovel.’ It’s through gritted teeth as my own aggression peeks, thinking about that smug assholes face, and the longing to kick him in the balls when I was in the facility.

he said as he gnashed his teeth in anger. Dawey was taken aback by Filur’s anger. “Are you not?” he asked back and blinked, looking skeptical. But, Filur was very angry that he didn’t notice that Dawey’s expression looked off. “You are breaking up with me… why? You feel dissatisfied with me?!” he asked as he glared at Dawey. But, mixed with hate, there was sadness and pain. “Where have I made you dissatisfied? Dawey… you… have you fallen out of love with me?” he asked in a low voice.