Mrs Puff Angry Novels & Stories

"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.

I yelled angrily at her, "I'm sorry ma'am," She responded shakily, "but Mrs Paris is not in the house," Chloe responded, her fear evident on her features, Without waiting for another second, my anger carried me out of the house to the garage, I determined to beat the hell out of her, as I stood there my anger escalated, I couldn't contain it anymore, I wanted to pound on her, After waiting for about an hour, I saw her drive into the mansion, while I waited for her impatiently,

"But it seems you've proved us wrong." Mrs. Wolfe's anger was evident as she spoke next, her voice laced with hatred. "You've broken our daughter's heart," she accused, her eyes flashing with anger. "How could you do this to her?”

Johnson's dress. "You worthless filth! Can't you even handle a bowl properly?" Mrs. Jane seethed, her rage escalating. "It seems you're in dire need of a good beating. Don't think for a moment that I won't kick you to death!" Her relentless assault on my defenseless body began, her kicks mercilessly raining down upon me. Trembling and quivering, I continued to mutter apologies, but Mrs. Jane paid no heed to my pleas. Her friends, cruelly amused by the spectacle, joined in with laughter, their mocking voices adding to my anguish. Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes, allowing silent tears to stream down my face.

she responded softly. I knew she was sad and probably upset at me. I did not have any right to torture her because she was not the one who fooled me. “Mrs. Potts, I was only angry about what Autumn told me last night, and I just completely lost my mind,” I said. “I channeled my anger and frustration on the wrong person, which is you,” I added. “I do understand, sir; it is not your fault,” she replied. “You were only angry, so I know it is not you,” she added.

Asher rubs his nose as the edge of his blanket catch fire. I smile when he doesn't wake... Then he jolt upright, then back when he catch sight of the fire "Butler Chen!" he screams, voice deep and smooth, swatting at the flames with a pillow that also catches fire. Stupid. Hands in my pockets, ghost mask still in place, I watch him finally grab a water bottle from his dresser and douse the fire. Butler Chen and his sister finally enters. "WHO THE FUCK SET MY JERSEY ON FIRE?!"