Mugman Angry Novels & Stories

“This is your fault, Magnus! You and your damn foolishness! If you hadn’t let things spiral out of control with Milana, we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Anger flared in me, hot and fast, but I forced it down, burying it deep where it couldn’t break free. There was no use arguing with him—not now. His words were harsh, but they weren’t entirely wrong. The mess we were in, the danger we faced—it was all the result of my mistakes, my failures. My inability to control the situation. Still, his words stung like a slap to the face, a constant reminder of my inadequacies. I clenched my fists under the table, nails digging into my palms, trying to keep myself from reacting and from saying something I m

Any insult about Lena makes him hit harder and fight faster. "Get my property!"The man yells to some of his men. "Kill them all!!"Tyler yells, and we manage to push them back. I'm angry they got this close, but at least we can kill them. Jan manages to get her gag off and starts yelling. "Megan, come help me now!!!"I huff hearing her voice.

The first man spoke aggressively. "It's just a boy of 16 leading the mafia all alone, he is immature." Breaking a short pause the same man uttered while his eyes shined in clear anger and insult. "That fucking hot blooded bastard, he will cry blood. I will make him pay for today!"

Vilante in his brother's detention room. "Asshole, open this glass and face me!" Louis snapped in the hallway. It seemed that the man's emotions were really peaking at the moment, as evidenced by the veins around his neck tightening. But in contrast to Mr. Vilante who actually showed a sweet smile in front of Louis. "Don't worry, I'll open it later. But I want to have some fun with you first, the sworn enemy who never accepts defeat." "I don't know how many times Black Lion has been defeated by Dark Angel, but you won't accept it!"

He groaned in pain. "You bitch, When I get my hands on you, you are going to regret it," he said as he spatted at me. "No. You are the one who is going to regret slapping me. Didn't your mother teach you never to lay a hand on a woman?" I asked him. I knew that it was angering him but at this point I did not care about losing my job or what would happen to me if his mafia comes after me. But who cares? He is not the head of a mafia or something.

"Did you really stab that?" Angga did not believe or want to see? Maureen comes out of the water completely, then sits on the edge of the pool's divider as she opens her thighs, revealing the cleavage Angga always said sucked his manhood so violently. "Look at this, Sweetheart." Maureen's middle finger shows her friction on the opium hole for men who have ever felt. Slowly going in, a little, deeper and faster. "Fuck!" Angga swears again, more, as his big fingers massage his manhood with a lubricating gel Maureen knows the brand of. It continued to expand, then the white lava explosion spread, even covering the camera.

“A little over a hundred thousand.” “Jesus, Dad!” I respond, my jaw nearly hitting the ground. “How could you do this to us again?” Michelle asks, her voice breaking. “Well, well! Is this a family reunion?” A strange man asks as he steps out the back door of the casino. “Am I interrupting?” He’s short, but clearly capable of handling himself. Muscles bulge out of the sleeves of his tight-fitting shirt, and he’s casually flipping a pocket knife. “No!” Dad shouts at the man, standing up defensively. “You leave them out of this!”

All he could focus on was his wife's tear-stained face and the man he used to consider a friend standing near her. "You filthy bastard!" Alex shouted loudly, filled with intense anger. He immediately rushed towards Magnus like an angry bull. Before Magnus could react, Alex punched him in the jaw, creating a loud, cracking noise that resonated in the hallway. The impact was so powerful that Magnus staggered back, struggling to keep his balance. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but Alex wasn’t finished.

Furious, Megan raised her fist to knock some sense in her and before she could punch her, someone called out, “Megan. Stop. Let go of her.” She gazed at Cattleya and with a tsk, she released Cassandra, shoving her back. She turned her back to them, punching the broken side mirror of her jeep in anger, “Talk to her, Cat because I fucking can’t.” A few men rushed behind Cattleya, one of them bringing a large black umbrella over their head, shielding them from the harsh rain.

He turned his head toward me and just stared without saying anything, then he nodded. "I want to challenge you." He raised one of his hands and motioned to ask me why. "Wait, are you mute?" I asked. He turned away his face, indicating that he wasn't interested in answering me. "Fine, whatever. I'm gonna beat you tonight." And meet Turqo. Mutiny gave me a thumbs up, and it almost felt like he was mocking me. It fueled my anger. Huffing, I put on my helmet and got ready for the race.