Mugman Angry Novels & Stories

Lanky took a look at the crowd, then sighed, “We’ll give it back—” “No, no games,” Mangolia interrupted, his voice hard and firm. “You’ve already pounded the humor out of me." He stated, raising his index finger and tilting his head sideways. He was in the best mood to count offenses. "Let’s call it fair after I return the favor.” his words ended in a guttural growl. Mangolia’s ears twitched, his senses sharpening with a predatory precision. A low growl curled from his throat as his lips pulled back, fangs lengthening painfully, stretching the corners of his mouth.

"The man in black stared at Magnolia coldly like a hawk peering at it's prey, not allowing a single movement under his gaze." "Magnolia, on the other hand, readily answered him without any hesitation." Yes! Barack is the man I love the most! How dare you! The man once again kicked Magnolia to the ground. The kick was so forceful that she could not straighten herself to get up. Even Mango could sense his anger.

MASON Anger surges through my veins as Mira stiffens in my arms, once again caught in the throes of a panic attack. My men are still digging into her past in an attempt to discover which specie of dick had the fucking audacity to touch my woman. When they eventually find him, I will shred his dick to pieces and feed it to him. Right now, I have a punishment session to deliver. And my cock doesn't know how much longer it can hold off.

Fu Mang mocked. "Fu Mang, it's none of your business here. You'd better shut up," Fu Tian shouted angrily. "Okay, I'll shut up." Fu Mang laughed. Then, he drank a glass of wine and said to Samuel, "Sorry, Samuel, I've embarrassed you. I'll punish myself." "Fu Mang, did you do something wrong?" The Knowledgeable Man in Jianghu asked with a smile. "As Samuel’s assistant, how dare I quarrel with a group of dogs!" Fu Mang blamed himself and asked.

Mr Person: (coughs) I am sorry. I walked out of my seat angrily and walked back to him pointing the gun at him. He placed his hands in front of me trying to block the gun from reaching him. “You have big balls Mr person! You have big balls. You go around my business buying my staff and managers over, trying to ruin my business and then buy it cheaply? I feel insulted person!” I moved the gun away.

I watched him leave the room and I found courage to fire back at him. "Do I look like a posession to you or a lost pet whom you've decided to hold captive? listen to me carefully Mr mafia man, I'm a fucken human and humans have the right to decline and accept so what's so hard to get it straight into your damn fucken skull" he came to a sudden halt then he turned to face me and his expression became deadlier than ever. I could see through his eyes which showed he was fuming in outmost rage.

a man said furiously. He had a spiky mohawk hairstyle like a cliché rockstar. He had a bushy beard and he had a larger physique compared to Disgustington. Gray’s face slightly twitched upon seeing his hair. “Did a band throw up on you, Mohawk?” she thought to herself. “I-I was just pissing!” said Disgustington, averting his eyes. “You, f*ckwit!” Mohawk slapped him with the back of his hand. “Can’t you control your own damn d*ck?!”

I hope he won’t get mad at me. Blake passes the tray on Dean. He blows his hair up and looks at Mukgu. “What sorry? You are so clumsy! Why are you even here? You always bother me! I hate you so much! You petite flat-chested girl! You are so stupid! No doubt you don't have a boyfriend! Get out!” He shouted at Mukgu. Blake is so angry at her. Mukgu’s feelings are so hurt. Her eyes start to water as she looks at him. Mukgu nods at him. “Yes, you are right! But even though you are so mean to me, I still like you!” Mukgu confessed with her teary eyes. “But please, don’t be full of yourself!! YOU, BACON!” Mukgu yelled. She then throws her drawing to Blake. Mukgu runs away and cries even more. I do

Chapter 9: Kitten “Nobody's angry all the time unless you're a psycho.-J.Denovich” AMAIA’S POV “Or do you want me to teach you an aiming lesson on how to throw a dagger straight to your target?” There I know my freaking anger issues hit him. “How dare you!” My voice echoed making all the people stop from walking, and when they saw the man’s scrutinizing eyes, they quickly sprint out shaking. Only me, his men-in-black bodyguards, and the jerk-head disrespectful guy who add fuel to my anger.

Mike scoffs, holding a hand over his chest and I glare at him before letting go of his wrist and stepping back. "I wouldn't expect less from you. It's nothing you haven't done before. " I grit and he chuckles, shaking his head. The movement makes me so fucking angry. The mere sight of the man makes me so mad. The hatred I feel for this man is one I have never felt for anyone. One I will never feel for anyone.