Deku Angry Novels & Stories

oh man she is angry we are just making fun of them but they really got angry iam calling her but she didn't even looked at me she left with ishika roshan got angry and asked deeksha "are you happy now" she replied "what Roshan do you think I made them angry" deva said "so you don't know anything" roshan "let her deva she did what she wants because of her even cutie got angry" they are arguing but deep inside iam thinking for the first time she got angry how to cool her now

I challenge and cross my arms. “Go to your room. I’m so sorry Ms. Meadows,” says mom. I stomp my way to my room and slam the door shut. I really don’t know why I am so angry all the time. I don’t mean to snap at everyone, Derek included. He has been there for us so much but I have a lot of anger at him too. I can hear mom talking to Derek outside my door. “Let me talk to her Derek. She’s so angry with us but seems to more angry at you.”

shouted Derrick. Vesa stared in shock, this was the first time Derrick had shouted angrily at him like this. The Derrick White he knew was a silly friend and often made him unstoppable with his strange behavior. This Derrick White who was now angry with him wasn't that kind of Derrick, but Derrick who was firm and ready to pull out his fangs when he was angry.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

Distinguished my ass! No, she wasn't angry. She was furious. "You're silly, Deanna, you're the Diva! You're not the supporting character." There are two things in life that drive a person to act like they never would have before: love and anger. And she had plenty of both. And she would give them exactly what they didn't want in the world: herself.

“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Milena’s throat went dry. She didn’t want to find out. Not at all. “Relax, cupcake,” Angie said with a smirk. “If he was going to kill you, he’d have done it already.” Milena swallowed hard. That wasn’t exactly reassuring. Angie extended a hand. “I’m Angie. One of the best fighters in the clan. Respected, feared… and not someone you want as an enemy.” Milena hesitated before taking her hand. Angie’s grip was firm, her palm calloused—nothing like the hesitant, weak grip Milena offered in return.

He was angry. Shit!

"I am absolutely furious! I am furious at the dark, I am furious at my brain, and I am furious at you for standing there smiling!" "Perfect," Declan said, his smile widening into something genuinely charming. He turned around, pointing a finger toward a gravel path that veered away from the main road. "Come with me. I know exactly how to handle repressed anger, and it doesn't involve Christian charity or sitting in an armchair." "Where are we going?" I demanded, though my feet instinctively followed the sheer, commanding confidence of his stride. "Declan, I am bare-footed and bleeding!"

He apologized for his outburst and sat back down. - "Your Majesty, I don't know if you can imagine what would happen if they managed to take over Edios. They will not stop there. They will continue until the world is theirs. They will execute all of us, our wives, our children and our friends. This situation is driving me crazy! Honestly Duke Kestle, do you know what your brother is really after by associating with the Di Angelli" sighed Duke De Pellerisey. Everyone was at their wits' end and wanted everything to end as quickly as possible.

Christian says. I walk over to my locker from the showers, towel wrapped around my waist. Everyone else is almost dressed. But me, I took an extra long shower as I tried to get my anger under control. I really want to blame today's loss on Shivel, but that won't be helpful to anyone. The reality is we could have ignored him and risen above his douchebaggery, but we didn't. "Quincy and the baby are here," I respond, snatching up my deodorant and swiping some on. "Not sure I'd be good company. I'm not in the best mood."