Encanto Angry Novels & Stories

When he spoke again, the anger was unmistakable now—restrained, but burning beneath the surface. “Good night,” he said curtly. Before I could respond, the call disconnected. I stared at my phone, the screen dark and accusing. How had this happened? How had I gone from being angry—justified, I thought—to feeling like I’d done something wrong? I sank onto the edge of my bed, my fingers curling into the fabric of my dress. For the first time, I forced myself to think about it. Really think about it. Was I ready to break this engagement for him?

Cara said, and I nodded. Closing my eyes, I tried to locate his whereabouts, scrunching my brows when I felt a weird, sad energy around him. It was gloomy and filled with anger. But what could have made him so angry? What is he doing? He was fighting with me about Avyanna because he was unhappy with my meeting with her. He is in the Enceladus pack. Could it be he was there to take out his anger on her because of me? 'What is it about that girl that you are bending your morals for her?' Those were his exact words.

I let out a pained groan, my body recoiling from the injury inflicted upon me. “Hah!” Angelica scoffed. “Do you think I will back down? No way!” Angelica's defiant laughter echoed through the air, but it only fueled my determination. I refused to back down, no matter the cost. As her words reached my ears, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, drowning out all rational thought. All I could focus on was the need to rid the world of this wicked woman standing before me. And so, with a primal roar, I unleashed my fury upon her.

Erico's attention shifted toward me. “Angelicca, tell me what you think should be done with this insolent slave, and I'll be the one to punish her. If you want her dead, I'll take care of it myself,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no doubt that he was ready to carry out whatever punishment. I didn't answer him immediately. Instead, I turned my full attention back to the slave. She was shaking her head violently, panic written all over her face. Her breathing had become frantic and uneven, as though she could barely catch her breath beneath the overwhelming fear.

She asked angrily. Edgar nodded and looked at Beatrice who looked even more annoyed than Maya. “This is outrageous,” she said, her voice shaking with anger. “Keira? The girl who can’t even shift? Edgar, what did you say to him? How could you let this happen?” She shouted as she turned and looked at him. Edgar frowned angrily, he opened his mouth but quickly changed his mind. He hated being shouted at but looking at his wife and daughter now, he didn’t want to escalate the anger.

" I'm not punishing you . I'm angry . You of all people should know that I'm either not chatty or warm towards anyone when I'm angry . See I'm stuck in between a rock and A hard place where you are concerned . I love you and you know that very well. I made a promise to God and everyone that we love to be there for you, through sickness; health , for better or worse . I've been challenged on all fronts and I don't know what to do now. I don't know how to react. I don't know what's right. I don't know what's wrong and it's frustrating because I can trigger you and you can go back into your shell and not talk to me. " Angelo lifted up his head and looked at me . I was quiet because I was listen

I retorted disappointed in him. He laughs sarcastically, "Now you care? Since when Kendra? Does it matter to you if I am fine?" He grins. Is he really mad at me? Where is the man who is head over heels for me? "Enrico I am not a saint! I accepted your anger but can you hear me out for once?" I plead. There's no reason to fight with him. It's my fault for keeping it too long.

I said softly even though my anger was already boiling inside. “I can ease your pain, Dante, I know I am not Vanessa but I can try,” Evelyn said as approached me once again, her hand outstretched. My frustration grew as she persisted, seemingly oblivious to my need for solitude. I could feel my anger bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to erupt like a volcano. Without thinking, I snapped. "Enough, Evelyn!" My voice echoed through the room, filled with a mix of anger and desperation. I couldn't understand why she couldn't respect my boundaries, why she couldn't see the urgency of the situation.

David asked. "I rented the whole room to us. That way we wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable. I realized wearing masks got us a lot of attention instead. People kept staring at us so much, I almost turned into a crazy woman. I only acted like an Angel back there because of you, other wise I'm never this calm" says Briana while walking around looking for a better seat that is not too close to the screen.

By covering her mouth- with her hands as if; she was thinking about the matter seriously. “I was angry,” Angelo paused and waited for Mark’s mother to ask another question but, the gorgeous tigress only gestured for her to continue talking, and having no choice Angelo, could only continue with his narrative. “I was angry with the fact that your perverted son, sorry for the term mom, is stealing kisses and startling me with an embrace.” After Angelo had spoken his invocation, he blushed hard due to embarrassment since who in the world would be proud- that your nemesis- who had the same gender as you had suddenly gotten into the habit of kissing you hotly and passionately.