Mugman Angry Novels & Stories

The man looked downright angry. “I only ask that you hear them out.” Penny said sternly. “I will only do this as a repayment of what I owe you.” The 80-year-old woman said. “This put a bad taste in my mouth.” Margaret said. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back. “Get talking or I’m out.” The angry man said.

“Once I’m done with you.” The Rogue just chuckled. “What, a little girl like you? I’d crush you in an instant. Get out of here, short stuff.” “Dear, don’t endanger yourself for an old woman like me—” the old woman began, but the Rogue cut her off, whipping the silver blade of a knife out of his pocket and pointing it at her. “Shut up, bitch!” he snarled. That was when I had enough. Instinct kicked in. “Get him,” Ema growled. “I want to feel his bones crunch in my jaws.”

A burly man with a deep scar slashing across his cheek clicked his tongue in disdain. "Too bad Romulo didn’t finish the job. That bitch is still alive." "May Romulo rest in peace," murmured one with mock solemnity, crossing himself. Silence fell. Only the crackling of the cigarette filled the air until one of them—a man with dark hair and slanted eyes—spoke in a low voice. "She heard me." Every gaze snapped to him. "What did you just say?" asked the scarred man, his voice sharp as a blade.

made him angry that all these things were happening because of a lunatic. The driver stepped out of the car. Miguel had expected him to come in immediately but the driver spent quite sometime outside the car. He came in to tell Miguel that the man was sane and needed to see him urgently. "Well he can't see me” said Miguel. To him,the driver was acting in an unprofessional way and it annoyed him. When he got to the bar, he would decide if he should fire the driver or not. “Well start the car” he yelled again. “But sir e really needs your help” pleaded the driver. It made Miguel wonder who the man was, what he had told Hus driver to make him feel so much pity for him and what help he really w

Gwen looked as if she was surprised. I smirked. "Yeah. One guy couldn't accept that I kicked his ass and didn't want to give me my money, so I grabbed the pool stick and whacked him across the head with it." I swung my arm in the air, recreating the scene. Gwen gasped.

“You know that wasn't what I was talking about, Darling. Now tell me, who was he?” “H-he said he was my grandpa.” She stuttered, her eyes searching his for anything to give away how he was feeling. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That bastard.” He muttered, sounding annoyed. His face was red and his breathing was loud. Chiara raised a brow, he sounded genuinely angry. “Wh-“ He turned to her, the look in his eyes enough to make her flinch. “Get out.” He said angrily. Chiara raised a brow and quickly shook her head. “T-this is my room.”

"Magnus, stop trying to manipulate me! I will never forgive you. In one week, I will personally kill you!" Her flustered outburst only seemed to improve his mood. A low chuckle escaped his lips. "What are you laughing at?" she snapped, both embarrassed and furious. Magnus didn't answer. Instead, he calmly served her a plate of her favorite food, making it impossible for her to vent her anger. ***

My eyes adjust to the scene before me, and my heart almost leaps out of my chest at the sight of the man gripping the mugger by the collar of his shirt. Ace. He’s here. “Who the fuck are you?” Ace roars, his voice so deep it vibrates deep in my bones. The mugger cowers beneath Ace where he cowers on the ground, his hands attempting to cover his face. “No-no one. I was—” “If you don’t get the fuck out of my sight in three seconds, you’re going to wish you were dead instead of touching what’s mine.” In the blink of an eye, the man scrambles to his feet and runs back the way he came, the knife forgotten about on the ground beside me.

Eyes widening with horror, as they shuffle to the side to try and cover the mug they have already made. I step easily around them, they aren’t game to touch me to stop me, and I pick up the finished mug, it has a wolf on it and I read the slogan out loud with a giggle. “’In my defence the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.’ It’s clever, are you both horror fans?” “Ah… it’s a just a joke…” James starts but is cut off the sound of the timer buzzing for the other mug still in the heating press.

A thuggy looking guy sprung up and crashed out my tray, letting the rubbish lay scattered on the floor. "Do I owe you?" I said with a sigh, holding my head up. He chuckled. "That's a big mouth you got there, eh?" "Bigger than your dick" I replied abruptly, attracting a motivational laughter from the inmates, which attracted a huge price by the way. I would know in the hard way that my buddy there had anger issues. "That's funny, guess what else is?!" "What—?" A punch right to my face was what's next. I didn't see it coming but it looked right at my face.