Mugman Angry Novels & Stories

As I started to disinfect his wound with some spirit and cotton buds, the mafia man walked in and stopped for a second to look at us. A look I responded to with a glare of my own, and he quietly left, making me sigh. “Sorry about that.” I say to Warren and he immediately tenses uo and looks angry, moving his face away from me, which makes me confused but I wait because he looked like he wanted to say something and he eventually did.

Uno answered seriously. "Why would they need to lie just to make me angry at you? If, for example, their accusations were true, why would they need to use my anger against you when I'm sure it wouldn't be a big deal to you since there's nothing I can do anyway?" Manuela said, causing Uno to sigh. "What do you mean there's nothing you can do?" "I mean, you're a mafia don. You're richer than me. If you were involved in what happened to Dad, I wouldn't have anything to do but get angry at you."

He mumbled through his dark mask, his accent thick, and his voice gruff. But I’m beyond angry as my despair reaches a volcanic level. “Let us go, you asshole! Who the hell are you? What do you want? If you wanted money, all you had to do was take it. You didn’t have to kill that poor man!” I end in a mournful croak. Unfortunately, my cries fall on deaf ears. I was about to ask them to release us again when the man comes forward and slaps me hard in the face. My head snaps back, and my cheek burns from the sting of the slap.

However, it was starting to heat up inside. "F*ck!" Maureen's fingers descended into the water, exploring her already wet skin, and caressing every part the man mentioned. "Please, deeper," she begged very softly with repeated short sighs. "Fuck! Are you masturbating?" guessed Angga, which was greeted by Maureen's chuckle. "Why? Anything wrong?" Maureen laughed at the response across the call. Angga continued to swear in frustration and heard the door slam. "I want to, too," Angga admitted, "should we video call?"

I wonder I'm naturally not a rude and unkind person. Just that when I'm angry, I do and say things that when I later think back and remember what I did, I would seriously wonder and doubt if I was not possessed by some daredevil being. And that was exactly what happened with Mr. Macho Man's friend. After I had a disagreement with his friend and left in anger. I was coming down the stairs when he saw me and stood up from where he was sitting nursing a cup of coffee.

he utters shamelessly. I kick him right where it hurts and run up the stairs, the crowd aloof of all that’s happening and of course, my guards are missing. I pull out my gun and point it at his head, anger visible in my eyes. “He always loved your fire, so much so, he even got down on his knees for you,” he chuckles.

Zack taunts, his tone casual, but his eyes smile with something I can’t quite read. The words hit me like a slap to the face. My heart lurches, and before I can think, I feel the anger in my chest tighten like a vise. My wolf, Magnus, snarls from deep inside me, the anger bubbling up so fast that I can hardly control it. What the hell does that mean? *Fuck it! Let me out, Adrian. Let me out I want to teach this prick a lesson!* Magnus was on the verge of losing control but I held him back and this time I almost groaned.

The feel of the warm mug makes me smile as I dump the contents on his head. "How dare you?" he bellows in anger after realizing what I just did. "Did you really think I was going to sleep with you?" I snap. "What a joke." "You are a dirty pig, and I would rather be homeless than be with you, you perverted asshole," I continue, throwing his mug at him and watching with satisfaction as it hits his head and shatters on the floor.

A angry voice infiltrated into the angry hazy thoughts flowing in my head. I whipped my head around in rage till I was angrily starting into the face of a very tall man, his face contoured into a very angry scowl as he glared at me with the most nastiest look I've ever received from a man this wealthy looking. I felt blood rush into my head as I registered what he just said, I don't need another stupid human adding to the pain I was currently facing in my head. "Oh great, she's mute as well as clumsy." The stranger muttered sarcastically, the glare never wavering from his face.

I then head to the tent the rogues were put in. It actually surprises me how much I am looking forward to getting the information I need out of these rogues... I enter the tent and approach the first of the 3 rogues. I grab the hair at the back of his head, pulling it back, and making him look up at me as Magnus growls. "Why are you attacking?" "I'm not telling you anything!" He spits at me. I wipe my face, let go of his hair, and step back. I punch him hard in the jaw, then Magnus asks again,