Wigglytuff Angry Novels & Stories

One minute, I listened to Waffles snort at a breeze, and the next, a squirrel darted across the sidewalk—cue instant chaos. Rufio lunged hard and fast, his sights locked on the scampering blur of fluff like he was auditioning for a nature documentary. But instead of running straight, he did a loop. Around me. Then, between Tinkerbell’s front legs. Then back around me, dragging the leash like a tripwire from hell. “Rufio!” I gasped, already tilting. Waffles barked in agreement, Tinkerbell huffed, and before I could even untangle myself or yell for help—

Everyone cleared the way for him to pass but Anita did not stop beating the she-wolf up. She was only seeing red as she fought, she was taking out the anger of losing her father and her mother going crazy on her. She never got to grieve and release the anger of losing her father and now she was releasing everything. But the she-wolf was unfortunate to be at the receiving end of it. Larry went to her in hopes of removing her from the she-wolf. He got close and touched Anita on the shoulder but on instinct, she kicked Larry hard making him stumble back and Tyson was quick to hold him from the behind to balance him.

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.

After all, they had been thinking that they already had their hands on these criminals which gave them a sense of excitement only for everything to be replaced with dread in less than a second. "What did you mean?" Wyatt fired immediately. His voice was filled with anger and there were traces of killing intent in his voice. His hand moved to his hips as if he couldn't wait to waste multiple lives. "Calm down." Cedric casually nudged Wyatt because he was one of the people who knew Wyatt most. Normally Wyatt is always smiling but whenever his anger is unleashed, he becomes a tiger that can't be contained. It's only after Wyatt has bathed himself with blood that the angry him will be able to re

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.

AWWWUUUUUUUUU AWWWUUUUUUUUU "Hey, there are way too many of them! It’ll be a hassle if they scatter, so… Can you gather them all in one place?” the white tiger asked the black turtle. “Sure, launch the final attack and don’t drag this out! The Emperor seems to be done over there, so we can’t stay here too long,” replied the black turtle, a suggestion the white tiger agreed to without protest. The black turtle ascended higher into the sky until it reached a sufficient altitude.

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.”

“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.