Dipper Pines Angry Novels & Stories

“Finlay,” Anger, hate, rage. That’s all I feel right now. I would be hesitant to leave with Ash right now, with how angry I am. I am most definitely going to need a run, or something, to work this anger off before I blow up on an underserving pack member. “When?”

he muttered as he looked at his borrowed shoes. "Not if I do first!" Angry thrust a wavy dagger at the Emperor. In order to avoid him, Devrim went to his knees. Thinking quickly he wrapped the rope in his hand around his fingers and punched Angry with all his might. The rope-hardened fist connected with the pirate's jaw with a bone crunching crack. Black liquid and tooth shards fell out of Angry's mouth as he collapsed on the Emperor. "My tooth!" In his lust to find creative ways to kill others, Angry had bought a false tooth and filled it with poison. It had been a fail safe to avoid being tortured, but the extra power from the rope had been enough to bust it prematurely.

Those cute fucking dimples that just break me. She looks fucking pissed seeing her piercing blue eyes shimmer with anger and determination, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pressed into a tight line. The chair scrapes against the floor as I quickly stand up, my fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly as I scramble from my chair, stubbing my cigarette out as I rake my fingers through my hair. She shouldn’t be here.

Starting at her alone add my heart burn in rage, the anger I felt I had never felt that way before. I was angry , even more than I thoufht that I would be. You didn’t cone out here to say that to me did you? Where you eveb thinking ? Did you think that you could just talk to me in that manner shd go free. I know you are highly delusional but innever exiectef you to ge such a physco. Diasy”Sge warned in her usual drag tone before she couldn’t even register what was happening, I smack her hard across the face making her stranger back .

My eyes burn with sweat that beads along my brows, and the tears never seem to end. "You are tooting your horn at the wrong man, moy angel [my angel]" He growls as he tips his head back and removes his jacket and shirt. "There is still a 5km hike, where the fucking shovel is waiting for you to dig your own grave. But, as with all preparations, they never seem to go as planned." He begins to tear his shirt. I roll over onto my front and attempt to crawl to the nearest tree. It is challenging since my hands are bound, and the broken bark; branches make me whimper as it slices through the flesh on my knees.

Seeing their happy faces and hearing their claps or their hoots was a pain in Owen's a** and he badly wanted to whip all of them to make sure they wouldn't pay undue respect or appreciate him with their claps and so-called happy faces. "If… if only I could turn their happy faces into the sad ones!!!" Owen was downright angry that he said, frustrated in his mind. He was so angry that his facade mask of confidence and pride was faltering, threatening to fall down completely. His face went red, puffed up with anger as he shot daggers through those sea rover eyes of his. His face was literally trembling because of the anger that could outburst if anyone would trigger him.

Annie is damn angry now as her hippo is just being emotional here rather than to be practical where their lives are at stake. The sentence just broke something inside Sandy that he looked dangerously at his Cinderella

Dani had described it as a picnic. Noah had said yes to a picnic because a picnic was a specific and innocent thing and he had known Dani long enough to know when she was being specific and innocent and when she was constructing something and on this occasion he had chosen not to examine the question too carefully. The weather window was real — Saturday morning had come in clear and cold and brilliant, the kind of October day the Pacific Northwest withheld for weeks and then produced without warning, the sky the particular blue that required the grey to make you appreciate it.

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

Alpha warns. “That is preferable to an angry princess,” I say. “I mean, you can deal with my mate when she is pissed as hell, right?” My dad and Alpha both visibly shake at the idea of an Angry Sophie. As sweet, respectful, and loving as she can be, she can just as vicious. “Yeah, I’ve only seen Kris lose her temper once and Daisy’s nose is still not right,” Zach says.