Sukuna Angry Novels & Stories

Seeing him in such pathetic state Sukanya barked “Where the fuck you were Baldev? do you know how angry my husband was because of you..... he could have missed his important meeting just because of your negligence” Baldev responded nothing as Sukany kept cursing and venting out her angry, at a certain point when she felt again being ignored by Baldev she could not restrain herself from stomping towards him and roughly pulling Aarohi picture frame from his hands and harshly throwing it on floor... ‘CRAKK....... CRACKKkkk....... CRACKKkkk CRACKKkkk.......’ Aarohi picture frame ended up cracking with several ugly scratches.... “LISTEN TO ME WHEN I AM SPEAKING BALDEV, DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE TO I

“Sorry, my dear Karina. I made you upset.” Karina put her hands around Saka's neck. He looked up. His anger must last—it must not fade quickly. He had to maintain his angry expression. “Karina my babe, I’m sorry.” Saka brushed Karina’s hair back. “I was wrong…” Saka sighed. Karina did a spinning motion. After spinning—Saka pulled her waist until there was no space between them. “Don’t stay angry for too long. You’re getting cuter,” whispered Saka.

My intent was to look for problems, but when I start to see bruises on people who are obviously omegas, I start getting angrier. However, it isn’t until the young teenage girl steps out of the kitchen covered in spaghetti sauce that was hastily washed off as best she could, that my anger flashes hot. It’s the snickering at the poor girl’s discomfort that pushes me and Alayla over the edge. Her aura, white hot with fury, washes over the group, making them yelp and fall to their knees, their necks raised in submission.

"I'm not taking advice from you." The words landed harder than I intended. But I didn't take them back. Susan didn’t flinch. Her jaw tightened slightly. "You’re angry," she said quietly. "Of course I’m angry!!." "And you're letting that anger control you." I scoffed Emma stepped closer, her shadows flickering restlessly around her. "Kyra, listen to us. We need to wait." "No." "You don't even know where whoever this person is." "He's in here,I'll find him."

Fear starts replacing my anger, knowing whatever he wants to do I don’t think I can stop him. “Tell me what I want to know and I will let you go,” he said, his voice lowering to a soft, hushed tone. “Otherwise I will give you exactly what you’re looking for, right here on this table.” His expression was dark and wild. Finally, I understood when the girls said he was like more animal than a man. Fletcher looks like he is capable of anything and unafraid that someone might see him. It terrifies me even more than the monster attack.

His words were heavy, laced with an anger that seemed impossible to shake. Shawn’s anger erupted suddenly. With a violent motion, he swept everything off the table, the deafening crash filling the air with an unmistakable surge of aggression. Without warning, he grabbed Dean by the collar, yanking him up forcefully, his eyes burning with fury and frustration as he glared at him, the raw intensity of his emotions impossible to ignore.

D*mn him and his hot body! Focus, Sabrina. “Do you see me laughing, my dear?” He said coldly with a clear aura of anger. My dear, my a*s! Why is he angry?! I should be the one angry!! And it made me laugh, not because it was funny but because I was annoyed. “Yes, very funny” I said between laughs and he looked at me with a very sharp gaze but said nothing as if waiting for me to continue my conversation. I took a deep breath to calm myself down a little “What makes you think I want to be your mate now? That I will easily come

“Does that mean you haven’t consulted your pack or, more specifically, your aunt Sarael about me? That either means you’re too stupid or too stubborn to seek help.” Her shock had worn off, replaced by anger. I never understood how or why anyone would call a woman cute when angry, but I get it. Hana’s pupils had dilated, and a light flush bloomed on her cheeks with her anger. Plus, there’s that adorable way her nose twitched. Hana Kinsley’s anger wasn’t simply cute; it was hot. A statement I didn’t get to say because she slapped me. “I’m not sure I earned that.” I smiled.

"Who should say who." Mary Kinson curled her lips and smiled, with a sharp light in her eyes: "Isn't the dog barking happily here? Is it because she didn't have enough food in the bathroom early in the morning?" "You!" Susan was so angry that she wanted to hit her, but she raised her hand and slapped her in the neck. The pain went straight to the bottom of her heart, causing her to cry out: "Ah, it's so painful. It's going to break her neck!"

Not in this world. Not seeing him like that in the cage . His jaw clenched hard as he turned back, moving faster now, anger building with every step. By the time he reached his private room, his hands were already trembling with the effort of holding himself together. The door slammed shut behind him. And that was it. Control snapped. His fist drove straight into the mirror. Crack. The sound split the room. Glass fractured instantly, spiderweb cracks spreading before pieces shattered and fell, scattering across the floor.