Manga Angry Novels & Stories

The forest was quiet and soothing at times but today it didn't work on me, I just felt so angry. Angry because my mate was hurt .Angry because someone tries to do that kind of thing to Leila, my precious mate. Angry because no matter what, she's still mine and Gamma Belinda had no right. My breathing steadied and my wolf calmed down too. But I knew it'll take just remembering the face of Leila for me to get angry again, I could still remember how hurt she was. I growled clenching my fists again, I began punching the tree next to me.

Anger begins to bubble inside of my stomach at the lack of care that Kenji is showing towards one of our own. Kenji lets out a heavy sigh and places his hands on top of the book he has been trying to look through before he turns to look at me. “I can sense your anger rising, Okami.” He raises his brow in question. “What has got you so upset all of a sudden?” His hands move up to grasp mine, stilling my movements as I attempt to ignore him and continue with my browsing.

I snapped at my cousin. “YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW ME!” Dante yelled before kicking my stomach making me double over. Dario was busy trying to free Sienna from the ropes which were straining he, her eyes were fixed on us, but she hadn’t said a word, not that I could hear anyway. Dante’s punches came one after the other, some that I returned, some that I dodged, and others that had me doubling over in pain. But I knew that I couldn’t stop.

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

I couldn't even handle the weight of my arms, since it wasn't me throwing the punches. During the fight I realized, Mage acts according to my anger. And the angrier I get the more control he has over me, she decided to return the favor and pressed my face against the cage and dragged my face through the metal wires. Then there was no turning back. In my rage-filled moment, Mage spread all over me, like wildfire. Seizing and controlling my every action. I could see nothing, hear barely anything. But I did feel my knuckles pressing against her cheekbone, my thighs crushing her waist. I couldn't stop any of it.

She merely smirked, agilely ducking beneath my hastily swung blade. "Come on, Your Highness, focus!" Ange chided, her tone both stern and knowing, as if she was aware of my exact frustrations. "You're letting your emotions guide you too much!" I bit back a retort, choosing instead to channel my frustration into a wild, sweeping strike. Ange, ever the manipulative fighter sidestepped with ease, her movement so fluid that it left me off-balance and sprawling face-first onto the cold, unforgiving floor. My pride stung as sharply as the physical impact.

he stated firmly, his determination unwavering. In that instant, my anger boiled over, bubbling to the surface like a fierce eruption. “Just leave it alone, Mason!” I shouted, the words escaping my lips in a burst of emotion. Spinning on my heel, I stormed off to the small, unmade mattress in the corner, leaving him standing there, his expression a mix of concern and frustration, while the rest of the pack watched in a stunned silence. AUTHOR POV

"Uhm you are the one obviously Which I was tried to ruined you because I don't like your ego at all" "Same to you" he shrugs his shoulder. "Basically we have familiar qualities like ego and anger issues" she rolled his eyes "Agree that's why you never tried to understand eachother. But if we control our anger issues, we can probably become good friends" "Well not sure but may be" they eye's met eachother. "Alright what about my comic" he asked. "Are you here take your comic back? Hell no i haven't finished yet. "Seriousally it's being week,

Angie said, flashing Aurora a heart sign and then pulling out her phone. Just as Aurora reached the door, Angie suddenly let out a loud exclamation. Aurora turned around. "What happened?" "That damn author actually insulted me!" Angie shouted. Aurora walked over to the bed. "What are you talking about?" "I've been reading a novel for the past few months, and it's written so poorly it drives me crazy. I've been insulting the author for months, and now the author dared to insult me back! This is too much!" Angie replied angrily.

Soon Dante and Mj were alone in Azreal’s private office, Dante could sense Mj’s anger but he wasn't one hundred percent sure as to why she was angry this time, but he was sure however she had a pretty good little bitch slap, his cheek stung a little and to his surprise it was kind of making him hard. “What. Was. That. For.” Dante spat rhythmically like he was trying to stay calm and keep his manhood at bay. Even though Mj was wearing his very large shirt Dante could still see her luscious breasts heaving underneath it with every breath she took, “she was driving him crazy” he thought to himself “and she was just standing there being angry!”