Mugman Angry Novels & Stories

She growled, glaring up into his face. “Oh? Kittys got a temper.” He chuckled, tightening his grip painfully on her arm. Margo’s eyes flared with defiance as she stared at where his hand touched her. People were watching the scene play out with curiosity as Margo’s upper lip curled in disgust. Anger burned brightly in her eyes as the man chuckled at the sudden spike in her temper. “I bet you’d be great to fuck when you’re angry like this.” He whispered in her ear.

THIRD PERSON'S POV Startled by the anger in his voice they both separated with a jerk. Eyes red, jaw stiffened, and vein on the forehead was bobbled up showcasing his enraged state. Mustafa was throwing daggers at them, looking like a wounded lion ready to fight and kill. “What are you two doing here, all alone ?” they both flinched, knowing his thoughts were taking a wrong route, fire in his eyes was evidence of the misunderstanding that had taken root in his mind.

The ugly man clenched his fists as he heard that, wanting nothing more than to punch the other man, "Just shut up! I'll say this again, shut your mouth! Otherwise, I'll rip it out!" The mustache man laughed when he heard that, "What? You want to hit me? Let's just forget about what would happen if you broke the rules, even without the rules in place, you would still be no match for me. Stop thinking so highly of yourself! You're nothing in my eyes!"

Rodriguez groaned and threw his phone away in anger, no matter how he tried to get him. Miguel is always one step ahead. His men line up in front of him, waiting for what he is going to do. They know that when he is angry, he can hurt any of them. He looked at them and took the gun on the table, he cock it, ready to fire but they dare not move or try to dodge his bullet. "You are all incompetent," he yelled.

“You're both dumb right now huh? You screwed a job I gave you and you have no explanation, shit! I want no damn explanation from you. Get the fuck out of my face and never show yourselves before me ever again! Damned assholes!” The other two men bowed and left the basement hastily as if being pursued by some kind of monster. At least they could finally breathe being far away from him. The angry man glanced at the camera that was on the floor, he bent to pick it up but then again slammed it hard against the floor and it broke into pieces. He cursed and went out of the building.

CATALINA Admit my mistakes? I gripped my empty mug on the table, my fingers holding onto the warmth that was quickly cooling. His harsh words kept replaying in my mind as I sat alone in the living room. Anger boiled in my chest with each passing minute until I finally snapped. Without a second thought, I grabbed the mug and walked out, hurling it at the figure moving at the upper floor. The mug instantly shattered into fragments upon contact, yet the target remained unharmed.

He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to kill me. He’s staring into the sink when he speaks. “I’m angry. It’s not a good time to have any type of discussion. I don’t think we have a choice, though.” My temper spikes to its highest level and I can’t hold back. “You’re angry,” I yell. “I fucking saw you beat a man senseless and then watched Moon blow his fucking head off and you’re angry?”

Morgan slammed his fist on the table, the sound bouncing off the walls and making the glass on it vibrate. His breath hitched, his jaw clenched in anger. Anwar was already standing, his head bowed deeply, as if the ground beneath his feet was pulling him in deeper. He knew this time his mistake was beyond denial. "What the hell happened, huh?!" Morgan's voice trembled with emotion. "Why is Anita so angry with me—and saying that you… are a murderer?"

I tried to stop myself from smiling,knowing that if I did she would make a thing of it. "Hmm,It's not the coffee he likes and you know it. The coffee here sucks."She chuckled."Don't tell Greg that I said that or he'll probably fire me." "I make no promises."I was joking of course,I would never tell Greg about his sucky coffee. Not that he would care anyway..He was one of those over friendly bosses. I looked behind me and saw that Mr MACCHIATO was standing by the counter waiting to be served. "I just need to run in back and grab some more paper napkins. Will you serve him?"

"One person. I can take them all out one by one." Angie went berserk. Desperately, she jumped up and kicked the man with the hard soles of her shoes. Her kick managed to hit the man in the chest, but then her ankle was grabbed and pulled violently. Angie's body was thrown into the tables and chairs. Angie crawled on the floor. Her leg was probably sprained from being thrown by the Wolf Gang man. The man then approached and crouched right in front of Angie's face while playing with his gun.