Sanji Angry Novels & Stories

Run as much as you want. I can teleport myself anywhere. Hahahahahahaha. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * San’s POV Even if I tried to ignore my breaking heart right now, then my boiling blood was doing nothing to shake off my fury and prevent myself from erupting like an explosive volcano.

I wait for the next touch. Then, suddenly, he pulls his hand back. He is too fast. He places it back on the steering wheel. My whole face freezes in pure shock and anger. He did that again! I turn slowly to glare at him. I cannot hold the frustration in anymore. I let out an ear-piercing scream. “FUCK YOU!!” Santino is startled. He glances at me sharply. I send him a sweet, wicked smile. “Oh, sorry! Did I break the silence?”

Sancia hummed softly and replied without bothering to hear my answer, " I agree and I trust your judgement." I interrupted both of them with a low growl, glaring at Leo who didn't move his eyes from Sancia, " FUCKING NO! I DON'T APPROVE IT."

“But I’d slap him senseless if he were standing in front of me right now” Miyamura raises his head, eyes shimmering with something he can’t name— something that makes his eyes sting. “What? What do you mean by that…?”. His voice sounds choked. “I said that I’d slap him senseless”. Sorahiko repeats angrily. His pheromones rise with the scent of fury. “How dare he? How dare he do that to you?”. “That stupid four-eyed bastard! How dare he?”. He rises from his seat, fists balled in anger. “How could he throw your friendship away like that? How could he leave you like that?”.

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”

Anna stands across from me, smirking like she’s already won. "I’m not going to take it easy on you, even though you’re human," she sneers. "You asked for this. At first, I thought I’d give you a quick, peaceful death, but now?" She cracks her knuckles. "I don’t mind kicking your ass first." I force a smirk, ignoring the knot of anxiety tightening in my gut. "Good. I hope you don’t take it easy on me," I reply. "Because I won’t take it easy on you."

She leaned back a little but it didn't do any justice in reducing the distance between them. "Dare say it again." He repeated pausing right in front of her face. His hazel eyes darken in anger while his nostrils were flaring, upset from what she said earlier. "FUCKING SAY IT." She flinched letting out a small yelp when he slammed his bloodied hand on the table beside her and yelled right on her face. She tried turning her face away from him as he leaned even closer but he didn't let her. Grabbing the back of her head with his other hand he jerked her head forward making her gasp out in horror.

Elder Jiu's gaze became more serious and he, who had been holding back his anger, became even angrier at that moment. "Ho? Elder Jiu, why are you angry?" Tang San asked, looking at Elder Jiu. He dispelled his intention to kill Elder Jiu with just a wave of his hand. This clearly proved how terrifying the power of Tang San, the sworn brother of Emperor Long, was.

As if he was holding back anger. "Where's Ajeng?" Sander's voice was a little sharp, as if he was about to explode. "Son, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Sekar asked in a panic. Sander's jaw tightened. His hands were clenched tightly. Even his eyes were red. Mark was puzzled. What could possibly be wrong with his eldest son, that he was getting angry at his younger sister after going with Ansel to the company because he had left his phone behind?

Sagon was like a cannonball full of power, swinging his wings and flying quickly to the opponent's front, and then lifted up his foot and kicked his head, his brain and blood shattered all over the place. Evelyn dropped to the ground and looked up to see Sagon kicking over his opponent's body and stomping on his chest, lifting his foot and slamming it down, one at a time, hard. His face was expressionless, his pretty face and gaze both grumpy and brooding as he stared at the unaware demon at his feet, like he was trying to think of him as something else that he hated, and Sagon could only take it out on the other man to vent his anger.