Wigglytuff Angry Novels & Stories

A smile formed on my face, I was successfully breaking through her walls. “It’s all because of my charm, the way I twerk my tail!” Stormy barked in my mind, moving his tail like a fan and shaking his hips in the most ridiculous way. I only hoped neither Angeline nor her wolves would ever see this scene. If they did, Stormy and I would lose all chances with them.

I do not know if this will work or if it will even look ridiculous, but I do not have time for that. I just wanted to show this damn guy in front of me that he was not the only one who could act like he was showing off. I changed my healthy arm into a wolf's arm. Then, in a swift motion, I clawed at my injured arm. A small moan escapes my lips, while I watch Hugo glare at me with an expression of disbelief. He, like me, was waiting for something to happen to my arm.

Per my usual miss smarty pants makes an appearance. “So, want to play twister?” I smile sweetly. I’m not referring to the game. “Oh, does the big bad wolf just like to watch?” I tease. I’m doing all I can to press his buttons. Getting him mad is my pleasure. Cree stands there, consumed with anger. “Stop playing with me, child,” He sneers as his hand clasps around my throat just as I want it to, crave it too.

Jack chuckled as he shook his head. "Good one, baby, now back up movre so we can fight without hurting you," Jack winked at her. Mom blushed, and I shook my head. We all a bunch of freaks because my cock hasn't gone down with Angie sitting on my lap. She drives me crazy. "Get my pet!!!"Warren yelled, and more rogues charged in. This shit is gonna get messy.

“What's wrong? Are you getting uncomfortable? Want me to take you to the clinic?” "No need, leave it like this for a while." "Okay." The man returned Fisya's hug, and they hugged each other for a moment until, finally, Fisya felt that Regan was no longer filled with anger. She slowly let go of the hug, then looked closely at her husband. "Are you much better?" "You mean?" The woman took a breath and crossed Regan's arms over her chest. "This is called a Butterfly Hug, do this while tapping your shoulder a little. Count slowly from 1-3 when you are angry and can't control yourself."

Tyson snarled back at him, “I seem to remember one or two of your conquests having fangs, wings, and everything besides fur!” Jason chuckled at that, clearly pleased with how he had riled him, and Tyson bit back the urge to throw himself at his best friend. What the hell is wrong with me? Tyson asked himself. He was never usually so quick to temper. In fact, for a werewolf, he was practically dead whenever it came to getting angry. He was always the calm, level-headed one, the one who always used humor and flirting to calm situations for

I groan in pain as Angie rides me hard. I tried push her off me earlier, but she tied me to the damn bed! What the hell is up with that? Is she just planning on having sex until we both wear each other out and then pass out? "You are gonna give me what I want, Colt!" She giggles bouncing on my cock like she's on a friggin' Pogo Stick! "We are going to be so powerful, no one will ever thing to challenge us!"

“Can Miss Wiggles give us a ride?!” Serenya blinked, confused. “Miss… who?” “You know!” he grinned and pointed. “Your horse! Miss Wiggles!” Solana stirred inside her, amused warmth brushing Serenya’s mind. “Oh no,” Cheyenne said with a laugh from her seat. “Tell me he did not just name your ancient spirit guardian Miss Wiggles.” “She finds it endearing,” Serenya replied, face red from trying not to laugh. “You’re going to have to tell her that name is canon now. No takesies backsies.”

Whitney gasped and puffed up her cheeks angrily. What a rude man? He dares to call her fatty... She already knows how chubby she is so he doesn't have to rub it in her face. “Being angry doesn't suit you. You look like a swollen puffed bun right now,” he said repeating her words to her. Whitney gasped dramatically and pointed her finger at him,“ You rude... Cocky...” She couldn't complete her statement cause the door suddenly opened and two hefty-looking bodyguards helped Maverick into his wheelchair.

“You have my word, Nathan.” I gave him a sharp nod and left the place. When I came to the car, Lyra was standing near the car. “Get in the car and don’t say a word,” I told her. The drive was tranquil. I was too angry to talk to her; it was better for me if I kept my mouth sealed until my anger melted away. Everything was out-of-focus for me to see, it was impossible to form a sentence at that moment without using curse words and rage, which I didn’t want to do with Lyra.