Mrs Puff Angry Novels & Stories

” Angel looked like she had just seen a ghost but I stood firm on my words, never letting her words affect me even the slightest. She sneered, her eyes piercing into me and if looks could kill I would have been long dead by now. “You'll regret this I promise you that” she said before picking up her coat and making her way out the glass door. I couldn't help but feel a bit unease, she was rich and of high standing. Someone like me didn't stand a chance if she chose to launch some kind of attack. I was defenseless but something in me still kept burning in me.

Why should I shut up? Mrs. Fang was completely out of control. "Isla coughed and asked coldly, ""Mrs. Fang, what do you mean? Are you questioning my decision? And are you sure that your daughter has died? Isn't she standing next to you?""" "She's not, she's..." Shut up! Mr. Fang immediately slapped his wife on the face and she immediately fell to the ground with a loud thud. "Stop causing a mess here! You didn't take your medicine, did you? Get out of here and go back to your room!"

Aurora gritted and gave her a tight slap. "This slap will remind you to watch your tongue. And this is our table. We came here first and it belongs to us..." She grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the chair. "Go and fuck somewhere else... Bloody dumb shit" Rafael was laughing looking at her on the screen just like Katrina. "You___" She raised her hand to slap Aurora but she caught her hand. "Before you risk your hands for the rest of your life... Let me tell you that, I am Mrs. Rafael Delgado!"

Jade Mr. Lombardi must be a person with manic depression; that man changes his personality as though he's changing his boxers. I am pissed; the so-called lunch didn’t last for 15 minutes, and boom! Suddenly, he had to run, and I had to follow him. Nothing but anarchy exists in my life; what the actual fuck is going on?

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

This statement from the presenter made him clench his fist into a ball. “ What manner of..... Honey” he yelled as he suppressed his anger, gritting his teeth. “ Yes, I'm coming” Mrs Flynn responded as she walked out of the kitchen. She was an elegant, tall, good looking woman. One glance at her one could notice that Irene took her feature from her. She was one hell of a beauty. “ What's the issue this time?” she asked in an unsatisfied voice. They've clearly had an argument and she wasn't happy with him.

Angry Bird drove us back home. We were now seating in their lavish lounge room, the two of them opposite to me. I really had no energy to look up at them. My fingers were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world; so I kept my eyes on them. “We haven’t even paid you yet. But you had the nerve to actually ghost on us!” It was Mr. Scott who spoke next. I literally jumped out of the seat from how angry he sounded. I didn’t expect that from him. Because he was the cool one, you know what I mean? The fun one who always cracks up jokes. But this time, there were no jokes. He was royally pissed.

No pressure. I stared at the text, feeling like the worst person in the world. Here was this sweet, understanding boy who was willing to be patient with my supposed anxiety issues, and I was lying to him about everything. "You're moping," Ploy observed from her desk. "I'm not moping." "You've been under that blanket for two hours making sad sighing noises." "Those weren't sad sighs. Those were... contemplative exhales." "Right." Ploy turned around in her chair. "What happened on your date? And don't say 'nothing' because you came back looking like someone had told you Santa wasn't real."

Martha Townsend stood at the window looking out at the rain as Lea Ann finished her part of the story. Once she finished, you could hear a pin drop in the living room. “I . . . I didn’t mean to kill the little bitch,” Mrs. Townsend bit out bitterly. “I had only planned to scare her with it. But when she brushed me off like I was some pathetic creature that was beneath her . . . I snapped. How dare that trailer park trash gidget look down her nose at me.” Mrs. Townsend whirled around to look at them. “I got so angry that I . . .”

I inquired curiously. Mrs. Madison hesitated briefly before she resumed, "During your absence, that... promiscuous woman paid a visit. I couldn't fathom why she was here!" A wave of frustration and anger washed over me. How could Jasper be so thoughtless and put our entire facade at risk? I decided to confront him immediately and stormed into his room, slamming the door shut behind me. Jasper flinched and sat upright, looking bewildered. "What's the matter?" he asked.