Encanto Angry Novels & Stories

The grief in my chest pulsed. I took my hands away from my face. The sadness was gone, and was replaced instantly by a sharp, hot anger that made my eyes flash. I stepped closer, until my chest was pressed directly against his. "Are you out of your mind?" I hissed, my voice shaking with fury. Zack blinked, surprised by the sudden heat in my eyes. "Elena—" "No, you don't get to do that!" I yelled, my finger poking hard into his chest, right over his beating heart.

I was worried about something happening and it did happen. "Look at me," Angelo ordered. I lifted my head. "I'm not angry at you or Annie. It's just that I can't seem to figure out why Mother wouldn't want to believe me. Do you know why she collapsed?" "Enzo went there. He harassed them. Right now I'm-" Angelo stopped to take a deep breath. My heart picked up immediately. Shame filled my heart. I haven't even met the man yet and he was already making his character bad to me.

“She is not worth it, babe. We can’t cause a scandal here.” I smiled at her burning face, loving how she was fuming like a helpless dog. “I will get you, bitch!” She screeched between gritted teeth. I cocked an eyebrow, my smirk still blinding. Challenging her. Anger was bubbling in her tenfold, but she had no way of discharging that anger. It could only burn her from the inside. “You have done enough. Just go. Leave!” Vincent groaned, earning my attention.

Elena's anger was a boiling cauldron, threatening to spill over as she walked away from Liam's presence. She could feel the eyes of stares from onlookers, their curious gazes like prying fingers that only fueled her frustration. But she didn't care. She was done with playing the perfect companion to Liam's whims. Trying to compose herself, Elena took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in an attempt to regain her composure. She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms, as if the physical pain could somehow distract her from the anger boiling within.

“And you’re right. You don’t know a thing about my life in Los Angeles, so don’t sit and assume I’ve lived twenty-two years of glittery rainbows and frolicking unicorns.” I was shaking as I shoved the car door open and got out. Fear and anger were swirling through my body, both of them battling for dominance with the adrenaline pumping through my veins. It was unnerving, the anger. It was so out of place for me, and so were the words I just spoke. I didn’t argue. I didn’t answer back, and I sure as hell didn’t disrespect people. I didn’t. I didn’t. Elena Gilbert, perfect fiancée of Martin Diaz, didn’t.

“Elara, I am quite angry–” “Angry?! I’ll show you anger!” I jumped on him and sank my teeth into his neck.

He asks me. “You’re not the one I’m angry at.” I tell him, punching another hole in another bag. “You know Clint will expect you to replace those, right?” I nod. I don’t care, I need to do something with this anger, so Angel doesn’t think it’s directed at her. “Come on.” He says, crooking his fingers at me. “Let’s have a go. You need a challenge, someone who will hit back.” “I have no intention of having to answer to Cara about why you’re all bloody and bruised.”

" ( If you did, he wouldn't be in there right now! I'm so going to kill you after this!!)" Manor shouts at us as he rushes in after Angry Human. " Why is Lancelot's fan angry at us?" 1834 asked as he rubs his head. " I think we did a bad job." " Then why did Angry Human say we did a good job?" " I don't know!! Humans are confusing!!" I whined as I gave up understanding and lay down, flat on the ground. " What are we going to do?!" "... I know! I'll curse them! I'll curse them to be grateful and understanding towards us!"

She stood up from her seat and spread her arms waiting for her son to hug her. Ibrahil runs in excitement to hug that woman. "Is she a princess or something, she's too young to be a mother queen," she talked to herself while looking at them with many thoughts in her head. While she has Ibrago at her side not even giving her a gaze as if she doesn't exist. She clenched her fist, she can sense something bad about this Encantado. "It's a shame that you are wearing my Ibrahils face, you snobbish jerk!"

I could see the anger rising in his facial expression, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched his fists. “I really don’t want to talk about this,” he said, his voice struggling to stay calm. He took a deep breath, but it did nothing to ease his anger. “My organization is not so weak that I need to marry Don Paulo’s annoying daughter just to secure allies.” His words came out angry, filled with frustration. “That’s not the point, Owen,” I said. “This isn’t about weakness. Yes, you are strong enough to take on the Castellanos. I know that. But I am thinking about the damage you would have to endure…”