Mrs Puff Angry Novels & Stories

She winked and swayed her ass as she walked to the bedroom. Sweet Lord, she would be the death of him. ______________________________________ Mrs. Poonam heard the thumping again and sighed in exasperation. Mr. and Mrs. Varma were very bad people. Lustful animals. If only her husband were like that, she could give them a taste of their own medicine. Perhaps, she could drop some Viagra pills in his tea tomorrow. The thumping had become background noise to her and she continued to stitch.

"I'm fine, Mommy. That woman was really scary, but Mommy was so cool." I smiled gently and pulled his tiny body into a tight embrace. Merry had just made the biggest mistake of her life by deliberately provoking my anger. The defensive game was officially over—and I was ready to launch a counterattack that would bring her entire life crashing down.

he finally said, bracing himself for the inevitable confrontation. The moment Paula burst through the door, the air shifted dramatically, charged with her simmering fury. She stormed in like a whirlwind, slamming her palms down on his desk with enough force to send papers flying, her face flushed with anger. “Does this black calling card you gave me have no value anymore? Is that why your secretary won’t let me in?” she spat, her tone sharp and cutting as if each word was a dagger aimed at his heart.

"Have you gone mute. Who is on the d-" The door finally creaked open, and there she was, standing in front of me with a look of pure malice on her face. "You, little wench" her sleepy face gradually turned to one filled with intense disgust and anger. "I…I can explain." I stuttered, taking a few steps back, afraid of what she was going to do to me. As Mrs. Harper emerged from the house, her eyes blazed with a fury that chilled me to my very core. Her face was twisted with rage, and her normally calm and collected demeanor was gone, replaced with an animalistic fury that I had never seen before.

the other angry lady spat out bitterly looking at me as if she could kill me with her sharp cat-like eyes. "Young lady...you look like a decent girl...tell me why you are doing this in my house"the blonde woman they called Marlene said shifting her gaze from Martha to me. I stared at her for a while, not sure what was going on with me. Was this Leo's mother who left him? She had blonde hair just like Martha. I guess Leo's mom was the other angry lady

"You little witch! I'll teach you to not tell stupid lies!" And there we went. She clawed at my face, slapping and scratching me but my anger was equally as hot. I went for her hair, tanking at it and punching her too. Enough was enough. No more would I let her walk all over me. It wasn't like she could beat me in a fight anyway. "What is all this? CUT IT OUT!" Our principal, Mrs. Morris, screamed in horror. "Sofia. Erica. To my office now!"

He'd really be glad na itapon ka palabas once he saw you here. Her face suddenly turned sour when she heard that. A disapproval look visible on her barbie face as her lips thinned in line, clearly not liking my acid response. Well, I don't care! Hindi agad ito sumagot but after a few seconds, her chest rose up and down as she took a deep breath before she calmly answered though her pursed lips giving her away. "With all due respect, ma'am, Mr. Del Fuero would definitely inform us ahead of time kung may kasamahan syang----"

Duff roars angrily, “you do not care for elderly people enough to push poor Mrs. Cook.” “I didn’t push her, this senile lady is lying,” I angrily say making the crowd piling up gasp, quite a wrong choice of words there. “Young man you dare speak like that to the elderly, why would this woman lie on you,” Mr. Duff says making me even angrier, so this old woman can just accuse people and you will not hear their side of the story. “With all due respect sir, and all this respect is because you are my girlfriend’s father, why are you just believing her word without any investigation?” I angry says.

She walks and sits on her bed feeling tired of everything...Not long, a knock was heard on the door. she didn't respond knowing it was Mark persisting in talking to her... "how annoying he can be ''...she said under her breath. the knock didn't stop and it only got her angrier..." what the fuck do you nee..." her words were stuck in her mouth as she stares at the person before her. It wasn't Mark, it was Mrs. Anderson, the owner or should I say the landlord of the house she's in...

Several well-dressed ladies peered over just in time to see Mom's twisted expression and my small, trembling body curled up in fear. Mom's hand froze midair, caught between striking out and pulling back. "What's going on, Mrs. Parson? Why are you so angry?" The neighbor, Mrs. Copeland, was kindhearted and famously known for being a chatterbox. Mom's expression shifted instantly, transforming into one of pained distress.