Shrek Angry Mob Novels & Stories

Mandy's eyes were no longer on Tessa but on what she saw at the front of Lauren's mansion, a crowd, not just an angry crowd, they were actually on riot, but then, she was thinking maybe, they were staff from the company protesting but no, they are with placards shouting and cursing Those angry mobs are there for her and ready to devour her if she makes the mistake of coming down, she read some of their placards *Mandy is a harlot.* "Cheap Mandy,* She closed her eyes, but then their voices started enchanting on her head. Bring out that cheap prostitute who calls herself a star. "She is a wrench." "Bring out the queen seductress, she is not worth coming close to Lauren." "Bring her out, let's

Confused at their reaction for instead of the fear and the homage I was expecting, they were fascinated, clapping as if I was performing for their pleasure. My last remaining self-restraint snapped and I unleashed my anger with abandon. With a mighty roar an inferno sprang forth from my mouth and nearby buildings were set ablaze, the earth trembled at my rage and the clouds darkened and the sky wept, then pandemonium brokeout as the mob screamed in terror as they struggled to get away from me. Now things are starting to make sense.

Forget it They are angry.

I am one selfish asshole, I know. I was taken out of my thoughts as I felt a sharp kick to my back. I looked up to see Shrinka diving down towards me. Might as well commit one last sin before I die. He straightened his body, hurling faster towards me when I spun out of the way and kicked his head, causing a bit of distance to spread between us. “You’ll never fucking find Moskov.” Shrinka laughed like a madman as he dove towards me. I swiftly spun so I was above him, and stepped on his back. I grabbed his arms and pulled them back roughly, causing him to yell in pain as I dislocated his shoulders.

The ring leader crossed the line and when he was an inch close, he gnarled at me and said; "Burn him together, with the building," he orders. His spit pours into my face, and I etch with irritation. "You want this the hard way? Fine," I stepped back with a cocky smile on my lips, and then I spread my arms flexibly. "Let's have some fun," I whispered, and, surprisingly, the ringleader glared at me, confused. The angry mobsters on his command rushed at me and I took off my hoodie, strained my shoulders, and curved my fingers in a sign that instructed them to keep coming.