Pucca Angry Novels & Stories

I had no idea when or how it even came about. "I know that you hate me and Nico, but how could you feed the mango to such a small child? He's deathly allergic to them! He nearly died from the allergy attack just now!" I froze immediately. Luca's eyes first landed on Angela before turning to me, his face cold and steely as he glared at me. "Aurora Fasano," he said, his voice deep and frightening. "How could you attack a little child like that!" "I never did," I hastily said, trying to explain myself. "She's lying! I… You should just check the surveillance cameras!"

This Luca guy said his having people come to see me today and that led to an argument in which he almost slapped me this piece of shit of a man "Stop looking at me and eat" he seethes. Clicking my tongue I continue to pick at my food. I'm not a picky eater but I'm not eating a Greek salad for lunch it's summer for fucks sake. I'm also not eating pasta or anything with cheese but I would go for some avocado toast or ouuu yes pork pot stickers "I'm here Puta's," some man says as he barges in through the glass doors. Luca drops his cutlery in frustration

Why was Luca pissing me off? "Oh, I never knew that I was now a psycho," I scoffed, wanting to pour all of my anger into the argument or whatever it was. "It's funny that the realisation is coming from the very person who assured me that I wasn't." "It's not like that, Scar and you know it," he said on a sigh. "I'm only worried about-" "Save me that shit please, Luca," I cut him off, fuming and breathing hard. "I really I'm not in the mood for this ... Whatever this is right now. "

My back hurts like hell. Fuck, Paulo has a heavy hand, heavier than Padre's. I can't believe De Luca humiliated me like that. I wouldn't have minded if De Luca was the one who dealt with the punishment. After all, it was my fault his accountant died, and he lost a lot of money. I'm glad he didn't put a bullet in my head, but to let Marianna and her henchman do this? I'm furious with him. So mad that I could kill him, but I won't. He's gotten on the wrong train by siding with that psycho. She's unstable. Eventually, he'll find out just how wrong his choice was.

I asked, trying so hard to keep my anger in check, yet hearing the bastard speak of Isabella in such a degrading manner made my blood boil. “If she is up…. Why not?” He asked , trying to act strong. I grabbed his head ,smashing it against the table closest to me, a loud shriek escaped his lips as I smashed it in again, he screamed in agony as two of his teeths scattered against the table. “You are insane! You fucking cunt! protecting the daughter of a fool who had murdered your brother, you are weak, Luca... you are growing soft, and people would see just like I do.”

Did she forget all those moments and kisses and the promises. "Hey Man, listen I get it you are angry but how can she love a person who is as cold as you, who is not expressive enough, who has no time for her ?? And who doesn't have enough money to fullfill her wish ,let her stay happy..dont be a cock blocker..." Luca said... And thats when I lost everything, I swing my fust aiming his jaw... He fell down immediately..... Luca tried to get up......but failed.. Veronica stand in front of me angry... Now she is angry, where his her 'don't care' attitude now?? Is she hate me so much that she doesn't care about my feelings????

Well classy from Luca, without uttering a single word, he just walked out of the room, banging the door too. "Luca, I understand how you feel," Ricardo said at the top of his voice. "But smashing your phone or the door won't bring Isabella back. You have to put yourself in composure or else you will mess everything up, you hear me!" Luca appeared seemingly oblivious to the words spoken around him, though deep down, he couldn't help but hear every single one. However, his indifference masked a fiery anger that threatened to consume him entirely. The intensity of his rage was undeniable, and it became his constant companion, overshadowing any other emotions he might have had. The anger simmere

ALINA I was so mad I could barely see straight. My head felt like it would explode, my teeth chattered from the force of my anger, and my hands were shaking at my sides. “What the fuck was that, Luca?” The words were heavy. I had never been so angry in my life. If I had, I didn't remember. Luca just stood there, watching me with a small smile on his face. He smirked. Like this was a joke. Like I was a joke.

I throw the puck up. "Yes." And he catches it. "But you still gawked at him just a few minutes ago." "And I also couldn't stop thinking of the ghostface or how I enjoyed being fucked by him." "Jesus Christ, Ash. When did your straight ass become curved?" I chuckle at that, and he throws the puck. "My mom will kill me." "And burn you. Then ghostface. Then Remington." "I tried watching gay p**n but I didn't like it. My body didn't even give any reaction" I say like it should justify that I'm not gay. That there's a glitch in my system.

The sensation of my heart possibly breaking feels like I'm going to die. Luca stalks back into the bathroom. He looms over me in a pair of loose fitted pyjama pants. Anger flares through his eyes, causing his chest to rise and fall heavily. “Fuck? Si, you went ahead and practically fucked a man in public. I called you a dozen times! Do you know how worried I started to get when your phone kept going straight to voice mail? I……” Banging on his chest with closed fists. “Could've fucked you on a dance floor if it would've pleased you immensely. I. Could. Have. Done. It.” His face turns bright red with anger and his veins pop out on the sides of his neck.