Hiro Hamada Angry Novels & Stories

It wasn't really clear how she had managed to get out of it but I do know that Isiah had something to do with it so I guess that was the silver lining about that situation. "Harry?!" Ang said, her face wrinkling in disgust at the thought. "No thanks but I would rather be bludgeoned repeatedly with a meat tenderizer than even do such as exchange a syllable with that douchebag." Ang says with a shrug before she reaches for another shot which she throws down her throat. She closes her eyes as waits for the burn to dissipate for a minute before continuing

He facepalmed himself "Which one?" James laughed. "What the hell is wrong with you. You sick son of a bitch." Damen frustratingly said and hit his shoulder. “Ow… that hurts,” James said while holding his shoulder. “Good. It should.” “But think about what I told you.” He smirked again. “Okay. Master James.” He brought his hands together and bowed in front of him.

she said in a low voice “WHAT?” then where are you, tell me now, I’m coming to fetch you Right Now, how dare you leave the house, I am so angry, and you're happy about this, Tama you've crossed the limit this time, you're so done ...” she went Berserk as she quickly grabbed her stuff and put in her purse, tying her hair in a pony and looked around for her sandals “MOMMY MOMMY, listen to me,” Mahira stopped, just then she heard a different voice on phone

exclaimed Sakamoto coldly after taking a deep breath. “A man like you surely isn’t just a nobody! “State your name if you dare! “Show me what you’ve got!” Slap! Harvey swung the back of his palm forward. “Stop yapping and die with me already! “If you can’t, then kneel! “I don’t have time to play with you!” Harvey lightly tugged on the wire again. Sakamoto’s face completely lost all color as he finally regained some courage. He clutched Harvey’s hand with both hands, afraid he would actually do something that reckless.

I will definately teach him how can someone live themself. "Hmm promise" i replied Immediately he Hugged me with his both hands. Damn i Missed his hug so much, I hugged him back locking him my arms. "Don't get always so mad you have to control your anger my Angry Bird. I'm scared of your anger" Listening me , he break the hug "Seriousally" he asked. In shock "Obviously look at yourself in mirror. Damn you looks so scary in angry like vampire" i explained with action "Idiot" he hold his guitar back.

He angrily grabbed the hoodie from the cupboard and pulled it on instead of wearing a suit. She was still standing shocked when he stormed out. "Itna gussa?" ( Why so angry?) Damon went to meet the person who can help him to understand Mira a little better to start his plan. He rang the bell and Yang opened the door. "Damon?" He smiled and gave him a friendly hug. "I am here to meet Durga" Damon declared.

Her eyes blazed with a mix of anger and determination as she fiercely commanded him to reveal his true identity, warning of dire consequences if he continued to withhold the truth. As anger coursed through her veins, Amanda confronted Adrian with fierce determination. Her voice carried a sharp edge as she demanded that he unveil his true identity, unwilling to tolerate any more deception. "What do you think you're playing at, Adrian?" Amanda's voice trembled with a mix of anger and frustration. "Enough with the disguises and secrets. It's time you showed us who you really are!" Adrian hesitated, caught off guard by the intensity of Amanda's anger. He struggled to find the words to explain, k

Hampton got to know over the years —she looked like a different person, and she wasn't concealing the anger visible on her face either. “Mr Hampton, did you or did you not inform me every single detail of my son's decision?” She blurted out before the lawyer could stand and acknowledged her presence. For a moment, Mr. Hampton seemed to be taken aback by her sudden outburst, before he adjusts his leather bond armchair and calmly replied with an offer instead. “I see you are in no good mood, can you at least take a seat, and then we talk this out amicably?” His voice was as still as water, not wavering a bit.

"How are you not angrier?" Miranda thought about it honestly. The anger was real. It had been in the healer's hall with Vera's bandaged arm. It had been in that clearing for four hours, sitting across from forty years of misplaced certainty that had cost people. It had not gone anywhere. "I am angry," she said. "I am also practical. Both things can exist at the same time." Hayden rode with that for a moment. "You are getting very good at holding both," he said. "I learned from someone."

“I overstepped even after you told me to leave, and I…didn’t exactly make it better, so I do deserve your anger” “I’m not angry at you, Sorahiko. I never was”. Miyamura argues back. He straightens up, staring down at him with a quiet intensity. “And I did not have the right to rage at you for trying to help”. “No, you did”. He shakes his head in disagreement. “Any other person would lash out at another person for poking their nose where it’s not supposed to be…and I believe that this is part of what you were asking me about, Mr Aronohai…”.