Frollo Angry Novels & Stories

“You'd rather ride in some ugly ass truck? Pur-lease!” “Why are you so angry?” Keondra asked. “I'm not even as mad as you are. I'm just sad.” “Oh, you should be angry.” “I am.” “It's not enough.” “Is it because demons have a very short temper?” “You know it.” Hilda started the car. “Good riddance to bad rubbish!” Hilda slowly drove out as the garage door rolled up. Hopefully, they will never have to come back here again. “Destination?” Hilda asked.

He is larger than the Frole and he might tire faster. Suddenly the Frole drops down and kicks out the glowing champion's legs. The Glortinon falls forward, and the Frole knees him in the face. The Glortinon's head snaps back, but he doesn't fall all the way to the ground. He catches himself with his own knee, and just as the Frole goes to hit him again, he throws a punch of his own. The crowd gasps as the Frole takes the impact directly on the nose. He falls onto his butt, and I see Fiadh move forward in her chair.

My little mate says, making my cousin who has been watching the whole situation with a stupid grin like an excited child burst out laughing. “Well that's you told, poison” He says around his laughter. Her head snaps to Trent and I watch Fran flinch. “Watch your fucking mouth Trent” Talia snaps before stomping off. I look down at Enyo who has a cute pink tint to her beautiful face. “So sorry, she just really pisses me off” Enyo says with a frown on her face, her cute pout giving me an erection; Fuck Clayton, get a grip.

Falco broke the silence, "You ever heard about anger management courses?" "Oh My God!" Maira and Colt exhaled a disappointed grunt, as they facepalmed themselves. Creed scornfully squinted at Falco, "Is that sarcasm? Are you making fun of me?" "Nah, I'm just saying… they exist." Falco uttered, "and you clearly seem to have a problem…" "I do not have anger management issues… " Creed justified, "Oh Right!" Falco made a big nod, "So you just normally beat people to death…"

A slow grin unfurled after the words, exposing neat white set of teeth and dagger edged sharp canines, a fleeting mask of madness slipping over her beautiful face. Krolla’s mocking laughter cut through the Fremelin's thirst for blood. “Oh, look at him!" His eyes bulged out in excitement in between cackles, as he wrapped a arm around his waist to prevent himself from toppling over with laughter. "All tough and growly. I almost feel sorry for you Mangolia… almost.” he ended with a smirk. These bastards, a smirk crossed Mangolia's bloody lip as he watched them advance further. He could feel the invisible tide of power turning in their favor, ever ready to crash down on the jackals.

???'s POV "What I wanted to say was that you grew up less civilized than those of us who were raised in a stable pack," Declan explained. Rollo huffed. His chest heaved. He was tired of the guys in Zander's pack treating him like he was a nuisance. "Rollo?" Declan called to him. "What's wrong?" 'Rollo is unavailable right now,' The thick velvety voice of Rollo's wolf, Muffy said. "Muffy, what the fuck! Calm down," Declan tried to reason with him, but it was too late, Muffy was in full control. He raised his elongated claws and slashed Declan multiple times across his face and neck.

I sighed, drawing in a few deep breaths to stray myself. I wasn’t angry—if anything, I was worried. Frost has been tense for the last couple of days, and there was nothing I could do to help. I tried calming him down, speaking softly to him, encouraging him but nothing seemed to be working. “Frost?” I called out carefully. “I’m sorry!” His voice came from the bedroom, tight with distress. “I didn’t mean to—I was just thinking about work and the pulling feeling and then I looked up and everything was frozen and—”

I expected him to create a scene, to tell the whole crowd about how I was just under him last night, but then he did what I did not expect at all. He smirked. A slow and cruel one. One that speaks to me that he was enjoying my fear, that he was in fact savouring it. Then lazily and somewhat deliberately, he mouthed the words, “Surprise, surprise, Mrs Moreti.”