Mrs Puff Angry Novels & Stories

Audrey stayed in the bedroom and secretly made a phone call. “Mister, Mommy seems to be angrier than before! No, Mommy was just unhappy before but she is really angry this time!” “…” “Let’s think of another way.” In the dining room of the mansion of the Clifford family, Edward looked depressed after hanging up the phone. It did not make sense. Shouldn’t all women be happy when they received flowers? How came she became even angrier? When having dinner, Chloe's mood seemed to be eased after she chopped the ribs. She put some ribs into Audrey's bowl using chopsticks.

Damn it. Fuck, she just fainted. Too much alcohol. I don't even know her. All I saw was an angry lady in the bar walking off, out the bar to the deck and even thou I have just met her at least for the past ten minute or so. I can tell she's one stubborn lady who thinks alot.

"I came here seeking a fair opportunity, not to be subjected to your advances!" The manager's face twisted into a mask of anger, his voice dripping with venom. "You'll regret this," he spat, his words laced with malice. "I'll ensure that you never find a job anywhere!" In that moment, Myra's rage consumed her. She couldn't just stand by and let this man ruin her chances of providing for her child. With a swift movement, she delivered a powerful punch to the manager's gut, causing him to double over in pain.

the accusations continued, fueled by gossip and speculation. Bella glared at the woman speaking rudely. “Watch your mouth! I was abused! Why can't you believe me? Why would the boss defend me otherwise?” Anger simmered beneath her words, unleashed after a day of restraint. “See? She's getting arrogant because the boss is on her side!” “Yes, she deserves to be abused!” Unfazed by the insults, Bella ignored them, immune to their words. Now in the dressing room, changing into her office attire, Bella muttered to herself, "Him? Defend me?"

"You've got a good spirit, don't you?" "Uh, I hope so, ma'am." Mrs. P wagged her finger at him. "I like this one." Coco came to stand at Paxton's side. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were puffy. He peered down at her, wanting to know what happened, but unsure if he should pry. Mrs. P nodded at Coco. "Do me a favor and make sure she gets home okay?" "I can do that, ma'am." "Ma'am." Mrs. P clucked her tongue and shook her head, a dazzling smile spread across her face. She gathered the two mugs. "Looking at you two makes me feel old. Go on, get out of here."

"Marino, dov'è Ryan? ( Marino, where's Ryan? )" Mrs. Mcmaster inquired while her tired eyes looked around longing to see a glimpse of her son. What happened to this witch again today? Who dared to pour ashes on her plate again? Surely someone dared to mess up with her. That's why she's so angry today. Madam Marino thought carefully scrutinizing the reddened face and flaring nose of Mrs. Mcmaster that the level of her anger she was displaying.

"Oooh… Godmother said my arm is going to be cut off and I'm going to be a beggar... I don't want to be a beggar! I want to live in a big house and eat lots of delicious food! Oooh..." Seeing Puffy was terrified, Joanne immediately took her into her arms and gently reassured her, "She was just kidding. You're such a cute little girl. Nobody would want to cut off your arms. Don't cry. Look at Ollie! How brave he is! Your daddy and mommy will be sad if you keep crying." Puffy stopped crying and looked up at Joanne, tears still on her eyelashes. "Is that true?" "Definitely!" Joanne nodded and wiped Puffy’s tears. "Your daddy is Cedrick Mason. Who would dare to cut off your arm? Your daddy will

Preparing herself for the naggings and maybe beatings awaiting her at home. Mrs Watson drove into their Manson and sensed everywhere was unusually quiet and peaceful but anger was lingering in the air at the same thing. “ Fuck mixed feeling” Mrs Watson mumbled to heard before walking in and as expected her husband was on sit, meetiyhis glare immediately she walked in sent shivers down her spine. “ Where are you coming from…whore?” Mortal mumbled, standing to face her properly now but there was space between them which Mrs Mortal appreciated. “ I just asked dtij a freaking question…what are you looking like a dumba**” Mortal spat angrily, sending her slap tk herself which sent her down immedi

She watched as the girl’s face turned a shade redder from anger and continued, “But since you asked, I’ll answer you. She wrecked my home. I am the real Mrs. Parker.” “What? Impossible!” the salesgirl said, color draining from her face. Audible gasps filled the room as the little crowd of sales attendants scurried away and found things to keep them busy. The girl glanced at Melisa, and her eyes lit up again. She pointed a finger at Anna. “You are lying. How can his wife wear such a cheap outfit?” Anna shook her head. Such a brainless fan. Understandable. No one with an ounce of brains would side with Melisa blindly. “Melisa, tell her.”

Katherine muttered, panting heavily. “I will not put up with any more slander about my daughter. You have already caused her enough grief, so I am making this clear to you right now: quit fabricating stories about her using your time so that you can offend her tonight. She came here full of love and hope for you, but you are disgusting," Mrs. Hughes growled, her nostrils flaring. Her rage was building to the point that she wanted to slap these corrupt families to give them the lesson they needed.