Encanto Angry Novels & Stories

I'm almost banging my head on the table from the sleep they're giving me. I'm longing to go home. I'm curious to see Angel. Dominic texted me to let me know that Angel was gay and that if I dared do anything to hurt Angel, he would kill me. I just want to laugh. Frankly, I've grown up. I'm not the stupid pup I used to be, but I don't know if Angel holds any grudges against me. For me, it's water under the bridge. Angel being gay makes me want to laugh. It must be an effect of a European education. I have nothing against it, the pack has several gay members, but for my brother to feel the need to warn me, he must be a crazy faggot. I'm still going to laugh a lot about this because I refuse to

He trails off. “Shut the hell up, you idiot,” Dante growls, his fist clenching. He releases my hand, his expression now one of pure rage. I’ve never seen him this angry before. It’s as if he’s been holding this anger inside for a long time, and now it’s all coming out. “No, I won’t. She loves me, not you!” Liam steps forward, closing the distance between him and Dante. Celina looks around in confusion. I bite my lip, unsure of what to do. I never expected Dante and Liam would meet like this, and I never imagined Dante would be this angry with him. I don’t know if his anger is about Celina or because of me.

Angela raised a brow and turned to Jace with curiosity. Antonio paid attention but with his eyes closed still. “Don't call her old and she is not my girlfriend!” Jace snapped back at Lia, his cheeks stained. Angela realized what was going on and shook her head. She remembered Edna. “I see…you have all the time now to say goodbye to your crush”. “She is not my crush! Can you all stop already!” Jace snapped in frustration and left the room. Angela shook her head, smiling. “He is really annoyed”.

Florence POV “You have to,” he insisted, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “This place, these people, they are not part of your world. They do not care about your morals or your outrage. If you carry that anger inside the door tonight, it will be written all over your face. You will get us all killed.” I glared at him, heat flushing my cheeks. “I’m not stupid, Anthony. I can control myself.” “I didn’t say you were stupid,” he replied, his eyes locked on mine. “I am telling you what will happen. Your anger is a liability in there.”

Why was he so angry? “You can’t even cook?” Armando spat, his voice cold and cruel. “You can’t do anything right?! Not even the simple tasks a maid should be able to handle!? Fucking waste!” I kept my head down, focusing on the broken pieces in front of me. I couldn’t look up. I didn’t want to see the fury in his eyes. “I spent fifty million on you, and you’ve been nothing but a fucking disappointment Eleanor,” he continued, his words cutting deeper than the shards in my hands. “Every single day since you stepped into this house, you’ve brought me regret. Ugh!”

she muttered enviously, as her anger and disappointment slowly eroded her dreams and hopes, leaving her in a desolate landscape of unfulfilled desires. Carlota was seething with anger, like a volcano that had erupted; she kicked the trash can and threw everything she could see and hold within her office. As she left her father's office, it was as if she walked in a daze, deaf and blind to the world around her, bumping into everyone she encountered without any apology or even a glance, as her heart burned with intense rage toward her cousin Eloisa.

She wished all of these were a dream, she wished this was just a bad dream, a bad dream she desperately wanted to wake up from. Damon who had just finished speaking with April looked really enraged. Just mere looking at her, he felt the urge to kill her, the urge to torture her to death. How dare she act all innocent? How dare she act like she did nothing in the past? He clenched his fist as he felt himself getting really provoked. No matter how badly he wanted to kill her, he had to suppress that urge, he had to stifle it for the main reason - breaking the curse. Damon knew he wouldn't last long in stifling his anger because of that woman. Looking at that woman's face only brought back memo

My pulse is a hammer, slamming against my ribs. “You can stop this pathetic acting,” Enrique growls, his voice a thunderclap in the sterile silence. “I know the truth.” I jolt. I’ve never heard him like this — boiling, unrestrained, dangerous. Usually, his anger is cool, sharp-edged, like ice. Now it’s fire. It sounds more like Jackson … but I know it’s him. A second voice answers, thin, nasal, uncertain. Amanda. Of course. The bitch herself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she simpers.

I'm not trying to hate him but how can I be mad when he does things like that? The man I know is sweet and caring and thoughtful. I told him back at the vineyard that this was an only girls' trip and he hired three extra female bodyguards so Rico and the others wouldn't come. He makes me feel stupid for being angry. Like I'm creating problems out of nothing. But he ruined someone's life simply because they were mean to me. And he did it without asking if that was what I wanted. Is my anger not justified? Elena told me this is the result of being coddled and cosseted by my parents. I get surprised when I find out how real life is. She wasn't even fazed when I told her what Dante did. It makes

Artemis, as usual, is immovable and looks bored. C1: Snap back. $17 C2: Be territorial. $15 C3: Stay quiet. C1. You don’t know what comes over you, but at hearing her words while she paws at your alpha, something snaps inside you. MC (angry): At least I’m not a whore. Angelique gasps before frowning and snarling. ANGELIQUE (angry): How dare… ARTEMIS (angry): Enough, you two! ARTEMIS (angry): At this point, you’re both being an embarrassment.