Knuckles Angry Novels & Stories

I yelled pitching on his face. “You are going to lose the money for your work so hard and that sexy bitch has something fascinating planned for her” He chuckled, making my whole body shake with anger. A vein popped out from my temple and neck I gave him punches before I can kill him, Anglo takes me away from that bastard. “Boss we need him, just don't kill him now,” Anglo said trying to control my anger. My knuckles get bruised because I continued to punch him like punching a bag. His face was completed filled with bruises but still, his face Smirked, and his eyes were filled with so many secrets which were making me fear for my baby.

I figured this one would turn on his buddy, but I guess I was wrong. "You know, if you thought you could come into my family and take from me, you were sorely mistaken." I swing my arm and hear the crack of his jaw as the brass knuckles make contact with it. A tooth flies from his mouth, followed by a spray of blood. I swing again; this time, it's his nose that takes the hit. "Motherfucker!" Lansky roars with anger, but I'm nowhere near finished with him. "Let me loose and fight me like a real man!"

For a second the fear lingers in my body of thinking that one of those punches could come in my direction. “Fuck!” He yells. Without continuing to think more about the subject by the arms and try to lower them. “Stop!” I ask, feeling that my cheeks begin to burn. I hate this, I hate him reacting this way, he's bleeding his knuckles and he could break a hand. He is enraged to the point of not being able to, the veins are marked on his neck as the skin begins to burn. "I can't believe it," he insists, breathing violently.

“Well, we haven’t heard of a crazy strong Alpha being born, so I’m safe.” My anger flared and my fist flew before I realized it. I’d been training a lot and with Vale not expecting it, he wasn’t fast enough block it. Knuckles connecting with his jaw, the sound of cracks was deafening. Shame and regret flooded me, as I realized what I had done. Vale was holding his jaw as he stumbled back out of the kitchen. “Fuck, Zeke! The hell!” “Don’t joke around that! It’s not funny!” He rubbed his chin. “You didn’t have to hit me. I think you broke something.”

And then he’d crossed his skinny-ass arms across his fuckin’ Metallica tee like he was ready to throw down or something. Punk ass poser. His knuckles hurt. He opened his eyes and held his hand in front of his face. Yeah, he’d punched something. Fingers scraped. Knuckles swollen. Black and blue and sorta yellow and, fuck me, red? Broken? He flexed his fingers. Nah, this was a wood punch, not concrete. Not flesh or bone. Wood. “It’s shit,” he’d screamed at Spike, his fists clenched. Fuck counting back from ten. “It’s fucking shit, man. I just want it fixed. It’ll take two fuckin’ seconds!”

And the most annoying part of everything was that she was laughing. This was something new entirely. She threw her head back and laughed loudly at something Emma's boy had said, and then she ruffled his hair and he ducked away grinning, and she laughed again. The nerve of her to be happy and laughing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rage and anger settled on me and I began punching my steering. Ahhh, Clara, when I fucking get hold of you, gosh… you're going to regret disrespecting me. The stupid bitch was supposed to be broken.

My hands curl into tight fists at my sides, I am slowly boiling with anger. “I already said I’m sorry for coming late,” I repeat, trying to keep my voice respectable. But he cuts me off immediately. “That is not enough!” he snaps, his voice rising and bouncing off the walls of the room. “Do you even understand how important this meeting is?” I don’t say a word. Not because I don’t have anything to say. But because I stay quiet on purpose. If I speak now, with how angry I feel, I know I might say something that will make everything worse, something I can’t take back later.

Since I had deliberately hidden my injured right hand inside my loose white coat, Megan didn't notice it was hurt at all. She strode up to me and, without a word, slapped me across the face. "Donovan, as a doctor, how could you let jealousy drive you to kill your own patient? You're not even fit to be called human!" I pressed my tongue against the inside of my stinging cheek, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone from Megan's group already discreetly pulling out a camera. I chuckled inwardly. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever kill my patient? Pierre's surgery—"

I just don't want him killing me. I finally got a good look at his face and boy was he angry. He was literally red and glaring daggers at me. "Why Anais? Why would my own luna embarasse me like that?" He asked through gritted teeth. His palms were fisted so tightly that his knuckles were turning white and his jaw was clenched as well.

“URGGGGGG!!!!!!” Zachary banged his fists on the wall angrily as he screamed in frustration. His knuckles were cut open and blood oozed from them as soon as his fists collided with the hard rock. But his face showed no sign of pain or sadness. His eyes had turned completely blood-red while his knife-sharp fangs made deep cuts on his lips. A thin stream of blood was flowing down from the side of his lip as he glared at the four walls of this huge dungeon in which he was forcefully locked up ferociously.