Mrs Puff Angry Novels & Stories

People like Deborah should be whipped by society to understand what it means to struggle for every grain. "Brad, you're absolutely insane." Mrs. Spader could no longer restrain herself and rushed up angrily to hit Brad.

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.

Her eyes reddened from the burning sensation on her skin. “Who are you?” Bobby pulled Jean behind him. The middle-aged woman wearing expensive jewelry was none other than Mrs. Moss, who was here for Jean. She pointed at Jean with an angry look on her face. “This shameless woman seduced my son. Because of her, my son is now hospitalized.” She raised her hand and said to the people behind her. “It is her. Rip her clothes off for me. I would like to see what makes her so proud of herself.”

She has the nerve to shout at my daughter and call her a pest. “Mommy?” Angel calls. She is super shocked. “I am fine, baby. Please go in with Grandpa, okay? I will just talk something out with these people because they do not seem to understand just who we are.” I say. Mr. Mazur takes Angel in after throwing Ray a glance to tell him that he should take care of things here. But I need no one’s help. I will personally handle these b*tches. “How dare you?” Mrs. Mazur screeches as she lifts her face. Her eyes are shooting poisonous arrows at me. Blunt arrows because none of them is threatening me one bit. She is just wasting her time if she thinks she will scare me with this.

I wasn’t interested in fangirling over my childhood bully. “Miss Allen, may I ask what you’re talking about for the past 10 minutes with miss Haynes?” Our teacher Mrs Smith mentally sending daggers to Ginger. She was furious. Her face reddened with anger and the red dress she was wearing wasn’t even helping either. I looked at Ginger and saw her face lose all colour. Come on Ginger make up some excuse. “uh..” great, she’s dead. “hmm, I’m waiting.” Ginger shifted in her seat. She looked like she wanted to pee herself.

“Don’t keep thinking about wanting to change the missus. Oftentimes, it’s you who have to change for her.” “Is she still angry now?” Mrs. Lane was silent. Serenity was lighthearted and no longer angry. Zachary’s temper flared again. “She’s not angry, isn’t she? She still eats and sleeps well. I’m the only one who’s enraged. I drank two cups of coffee and worked all night.” Mrs. Lane was speechless. ‘The missus is right. Mr. Zachary is truly short-tempered.’ She sighed.

With her lips pressed together into a thin line, her eyes staring blankly at nothing, Mrs. Trumpour clasped her hands around her phone tightly as she placed it on the dining table. Her head dropped as she gritted her teeth, unable to stop the anger that slowly welled up in her, hating the feeling of being on edge, it puts her. ‘ Shit!,’ she cursed in between her teeth, dropping the phone and looking away angrily. “ What's wrong, mum?” Tamara asked as she walked into the dining room, snapping Mrs. Trumpour out of her thoughts.

I comment and that makes the man turn red. "Bitch! How dare you...!" says Mr. Fu. "She-wolf, if you're going to insult me, do it properly. I'm not a bitch, I'm a she-wolf." I say with a cold stare. "Whatever! How dare you come to my house!" shouts Mr. Fu. "We didn't finish talking about the business I have with you. So, I thought it was a good time for us to be able to talk about it" I say and the man hyperventilates from anger.

"Maybe being the man who paints the bird is the only job that actually matters now." The waitress, a woman with tired eyes and a name-tag that said Marge, brought over a plate of steaming, unremarkable hash browns. As she set the plate down, her thumb brushed against the scar on Ethan’s wrist. She didn't flinch. She didn't scan his biometric data. She just smiled. "You kids look like you’ve been through a war," she said, pouring coffee that smelled like scorched earth. "Eat up. The road doesn't get any shorter if you're hungry."

Elias finished menacingly. With that Elias took up position, again, and, taking aim at her puckered asshole, brought the spoon down hard, right on her anal bud. An awful wail bubbled out of Mrs. Mark. as her back arched, shooting her crotch into the table, as if it could escape from the pain. Again, she never let go, and, after several moments, resumed her position on the table, quietly sobbing to herself.