Ppg Angry Novels & Stories

Death would've been angry. Parker stumbled back a few more steps and his lips pulled into a thin line. "Piss off," Raven yelled over to him. "Who put a penny into you, hello kitty?" he called cruelly and this time it was my turn to be pulled back. My skin burned with the anger that had festered dangerously inside me since meeting Deshawn. My nails dug into the palm of my hand and I gritted my teeth. The drizzle of rain fell onto my skin but not even that diminished the anger. Not even when Taron murmured calming words in my ear or when Deshawn put a hand on my shoulder did I calm down. I couldn't. The beast had been released from the cage and even if all my anger wasn't targeted at Parker, I

Okao, the gamma, commented. Anger is what he was feeling all over his system. Not for his best friends, beta, and gamma but on his own. He is angry because everything they say was right. He made a big mistake this time. And he can't think of a way to correct it. So, he did nothing when the two stood up and stormed out of the room. He was left inside his office alone, causing him to slap his desk because of too much emotions he was feeling.

He asked rhetorically, his soft baritone had become stiffened with anger, pulling at the man. The car door opened, I could see his face, Julian’s face was moist with sweat, I had never seen him this angry, his eyes were low, frightening, a glare on his face. “I…I’m sorry” the man stammered, I watched him as I froze, my phone clutched tightly. “Who sent you?” Julian asked, his tone demanding an immediate answer as his hand folded into a fist. “Talk now!!” He demanded. “I’m calling the police” I said, taking my phone to be dialed, my hands quivering.

“Is that a big deal to you, Marcov? Is my not cooling the water a big deal? I am not numb to not feel that you are angry again. What is your excuse, Marcov? Tell me.” "Veronne, I just wanted to drink cold water and I haven't seen any cold water in the pitcher inside of your fucking fridge—" "Stop blaming the fridge or the cold water and even the pitcher! That's not why you're the way you are. Why don't you admit that you are angry because I went out for a party with your employees? Am I wrong? Tell me and I will cut my tongue!” "Fine! Yes, Veronne! But to tell you this anger is an overstatement!"

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.

The sound echoed, demanding the attention of all those present, causing their eyes to snap up towards her, startled by the unexpected display of fury. Grace's voice, laced with anger and disappointment, pierced through the room as she confronted Giovanni head-on. Her eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she confronted him, her words laden with accusation and a sense of familial duty. "Is this how you want to bring disgrace upon our family, Giovanni Gomez?" Grace questioned him, her tone seething with anger and hurt. Giovanni, unfazed by her fury, responded with a chuckle, his demeanor betraying a sense of detachment and defiance.

I'm almost banging my head on the table from the sleep they're giving me. I'm longing to go home. I'm curious to see Angel. Dominic texted me to let me know that Angel was gay and that if I dared do anything to hurt Angel, he would kill me. I just want to laugh. Frankly, I've grown up. I'm not the stupid pup I used to be, but I don't know if Angel holds any grudges against me. For me, it's water under the bridge. Angel being gay makes me want to laugh. It must be an effect of a European education. I have nothing against it, the pack has several gay members, but for my brother to feel the need to warn me, he must be a crazy faggot. I'm still going to laugh a lot about this because I refuse to

One thing I can always count on is that inner impulsive temper of mine to make a grand entrance whenever she sees fit. “FUCK OFF! You perverted fuck. You think you can blackmail me into screwing you?” I’m on my feet in a flash, action overtaking my brain, like always with me. Banging my ass on the table in my unsteadiness but I manage to get out from behind it, so I’m stood in front of him. I know my butt is probably going to be left with a bruise, it’s throbbing from the impact, but I don’t care. Anger overtakes with a fierce heat of sheer rage and my eyes sting with unconcealed fury as I try to kill him with a death glare.

I raised a brow “No one, even though you spoke calmly, your jaw clenched and for the first time your eyes actually weren’t all kind and gentle” “Hmmm… I thought I had my facial impression on check when I’m angry” “Its on check. Like, it happened in a split second, even the others didn’t see it. I’m just an observer, don’t be angry I caught your angry face before you put on a blank face” She pleaded and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

The tension in his facial muscles is palpable as if his anger is fighting to break free. “Either you join the company or you lose everything you have - that is given by me. You decide,” This almost seems like a warning given to a son by his rich and stubborn dad. His complexion flushes with a reddish hue, a visible sign of heightened blood flow and intensity. The increased blood pressure contributes to the overall appearance of his anger as if his face is radiating heat and energy. His nostrils flare slightly, indicating a heightened state of alertness and readiness for confrontation. The rapid, shallow breaths he takes serve as a physical release of his pent-up frustration, further fueling