Gumball Watterson Angry Novels & Stories

he added. Chairman Watson's face morphed into an ugly frown upon hearing Mark's words; his clenched fist slammed into the table to vent his anger. "Those scumbags!" "What do they think they are doing partnering with those criminals?!" He bellowed, and the vein on his temple popped out just to show how angry he was at the news. Letting out a sigh, he let his anger go, knowing how much it would affect his health if he continued to be agitated.

15. At the sight of trouble, the worker in coveralls drops his hose and runs for the kitchen door. Angry Fox socks his rifle to his shoulder, aiming at that fleeing head, but Pink Bunny shoves the barrel aside with an oversized paw. Pink Bunny says something muffled by plastic and fake fur. Angry Fox shouts back, louder but equally unintelligible, before ripping the barrel from his friend’s grip. The worker disappears into the building, the door slamming behind him. The forgotten hose rolls across the concrete, spurting water.

“You must be brave to speak that freely in public. I’d tell you to be careful, but I’m sure your lawyers have already rehearsed your apologies.” The corner of his mouth twitched upward — not quite a smile, more like the warning before a storm. Watterson’s smug grin faltered. For half a heartbeat, he looked like someone had slapped him without touching him. He cleared his throat, face turning red before he forced out a shaky laugh. “H-have you thought of what you’re bidding today?” he stammered, desperate to reroute the tension. “Let’s—let’s go look at the collection, shall we?”

Whitney gasped and puffed up her cheeks angrily. What a rude man? He dares to call her fatty... She already knows how chubby she is so he doesn't have to rub it in her face. “Being angry doesn't suit you. You look like a swollen puffed bun right now,” he said repeating her words to her. Whitney gasped dramatically and pointed her finger at him,“ You rude... Cocky...” She couldn't complete her statement cause the door suddenly opened and two hefty-looking bodyguards helped Maverick into his wheelchair.

No need for that, isn't he always so tough? She scratched her temple a few times with her hand. She then stared at him from the side of her head. "What should we eat?" Wills Watson said in an indifferent manner: "Anger." "I don't like eating anger." "Then why did you give it to me to eat?"Wills Watson turned his head and glared at her. She was depressed. Why did this man look like a three-year-old child? "You and Belle Enderson are abroad and are causing a huge ruckus. Haven't I been eating too much anger these past few days? Today, I was at school and everyone looked at me with strange eyes."

Pauline approached her because she's not in the right state of attention right now. Gabbie nodded while her eyes wide awake, unable to blink in shock. "Well, this is Xander. He has a problematic anger issue. He had this after he witnessed his mother's death but was unable to give her justice by becoming mute. He felt useless and bad son for not being able to protect her. I hope this will not blow you to the extent of running away." Pauline held Gabbie's hand, interlocking it between her palms. The girl now forced herself to pay attention to Pauline though she is still in a state of disbelief.

Pale comparison. “I think I am your ex-boss and that you are boring me. Go away little gnat before I swat you with something heavy. Like Matt here’s fist, right in your throat.” I graciously accept my vodka straight and throw in some ice from the dispenser on the bar, doing my best to ignore the wench twitching about like a weirdo beside me. Her version of anger is more like an aggravated panda. Not very intimidating at all.

' he wondered. He thought about it and laughed. It was hilarious to him. "What the f*ck are you laughing about?" asked the blond guy coldly. The tattoo sleeve guy said, "Dude, how dare you look down on the God of Thunder, Master Penn? You better not leave after we get off the train. I'll beat you up." "Alright, I'll be waiting," said Wilbur casually. The blond guy scoffed coldly and returned to their seats several rows behind.