Pucca Angry Novels & Stories

I ripped the blanket off, glaring at him. His face was tight, jaw clenched, brow drawn—not pitying. Angry. But also… something else I couldn’t name. “You think I pity you?” he asked, voice razor-sharp. “You saw them,” I hissed. “You saw my back. And now you’re sitting here like you’re sorry for me. I don’t want your guilt or whatever fucking twisted hero complex you have going on.” Luca stood suddenly, the chair scraping back. “I’m not sorry for you,” he said, stepping closer. “I’m fucking furious. Furious that someone touched you. Furious that someone hurt you and is still breathing somewhere out there.”

Plus, the corner of his mouth had been injured, and the blood seemed to be dried up. Seeing that, Zac's eyes burned in anger. All the rage that had gathered in his chest reached up to his throat. He stared at the screen fighting back with his own demon. At the time, Paula added with a delighted tone, "What is this?" Paula turned to her men, continuing, "You are complaining about him screaming and asking for help. But he looks quite content where he is! Can you let us hear him?"

Luca’s POV Luca shut the door with so much force that the sound echoed through the room. The heavy bang felt good. Too good. His chest was tight, his head hot, and his hands were shaking with rage. He was beyond angry. He was pissed enough to do something stupid. Pissed enough to tell Iris the one secret he had been holding together for his boss. The secret about Dante.

Angie said justly, “I just want to scold someone. It’s my right. Life sucks, can’t I even go crazy online?” “Since you can scold others, others can scold you back too. And stop telling me about these things, I’m not interested at all. This thing with Rebecca is troubling me enough, so can you please get your priorities straight? Why are you acting like nothing has happened?” Aurora was beyond frustrated. Angie was still occupied with her stupid novels when something so major had happened. Only fools take those novels that dumb authors write as reality.

My stomach twisted. “I want to be up next, she is sexy,” Another guy added and they erupted in laughter. I moved closer until I could see them gathered near the field. Daemon stood in the center, tossing a puck between his hands. He looked so normal, so relaxed, like he hadn’t just shattered everything, like he hadn't ripped my heart out of my chest I gulped hard and stepped forward. “Daemon?” Their laughter seized immediately they heard my voice. “Ava, what are you doing here?”

Luca’s eyes were red now, his body coiled tight like a spring, trembling with rage. “Tell her no,” Fabiano snarled. “You fat, ugly pig!” Luca exploded, his fists clenched at his sides. “Tell her no!” Fabiano snapped again, tightening his grip on me. Luca looked at me. His eyes were all glassy with pain. “No,” he muttered, shutting them tight. Fabiano let out another laugh. Twisted bastard. “What an interesting little get-together this is,” he sneered. “You two make great company. In fact…”

“Please. Let me explain.” “Get out,” I said hoarsely. Her eyes filled, brimming with a shine I refused to believe. “I know you’re angry” “Get out.” “Luca” “Get out!” My voice cracked on the last word, rage bursting through me in a flood I couldn’t contain. I slammed the heel of my palm against the arm of the chair, the shock of it vibrating up my arm. “You don’t get to stand there and pretend this is nothing!”

Yet another scar caused by that STUPID, IGNORANT BITCH! Allegra motherfucking Grey!! 8 years! 8 goddamed years I’ve been trying to kill her and somehow fails everytime.She has humiliated me time and time again. The embarrassment it has caused me in my life, that I, Ace De Luca, can’t even kill a little girl, is devastating. I released my anger by punching my reflection in the window next to me. YOU. *punch* WILL. *punch* FUCKING. *punch* DIE. *punch*

Her best friend Maeve was arguing with Milo while Angela talked to Julian. Every smile. Every tilt of her chin and each eyelock made something inside Luca prickle. If that wasn't enough, she walked over to the guy who was none other than f*cking Harrison. He couldn't hear them, but her changing expressions left no stone unturned for him to think they were being giddy. Angela wasn't a giddy type to begin with unless she was interested in that man. His jaw ticked when they clicked a picture together. Luca made a mental note to break that jackass' phone. Only Luca has the right to keep the pictures of his mate.

However, his attempt at humor only fueled my anger and bitterness, which were still smoldering within me. In a fit of rage, I lost control and grabbed Luca by the collar, forcefully pushing him away. It happened so abruptly and violently that Luca stumbled and fell to the ground, struggling to catch his breath. Standing over him, fists clenched, I battled to rein in my emotions and regain control.