A Soft Answer Turns Away Anger Novels & Stories

he said to me in a clear but not so loud tone. "I am not trying to make you change your mind. I only want to prove my innocence to you. Why don't you calm down and let us talk this out. There must be a misunderstanding somewhere," I said to him in a soft tone. "Remember that a decision made in anger can cause a lot of harm," I added in the softest tone ever. "I am sorry to disappoint you but your charms can't work on me anymore. I have made up my mind and my final decision is to get rid of you. I have decided to throw you out of my life, my dreams, my house and every other place of mine that your are in."

my mother called out softly, and the alpha took a few steps back. “Do you think anger will get you anywhere in life?” His father asked in a calm tone, but Ryder kept panting. “You cannot hold a simple conversation without a fight, and at the end you end up hurting the ones you love.” his father said, and Ryder glanced at me, withdrawing his claws which made the glow in his eyes vanish. “If you want to mock me, then I raise you to the fact that nothing more can wound my soul than the news that I have received, and I want to take my leave,” he said in the most polite tone, turning around to leave.

Caris explained without slowing down. "Remember that anger doesn't have to be bad. When directed at the right person, it gives you relief. And what you do under its influence are necessary steps. Not everyone deserves a second chance. Not everyone deserves forgiveness. And you don't have to give it to anyone because it’s right." Caris stopped, sending Garret ahead to speak with me privately.

I blinked quizzically. "It doesn't matter-" "Just answer the damn question Hayley," said Beam, in a reinforcing tone. "I am! I'm more pissed because I don't deserve any of this. You're a werewolf and you're still young-" "That's enough Hayley," Beam said, interrupting me. "I just wanted to know who's more upset so I can tell you something." "Tell me what?" I asked, apparently not sure the child knew what she was doing. "To let it go Hayley. Let go of the bitterness and pain. Holding on to anger is like holding on to the thorn of a rose. It seems justifiable to you that you're trying to get the rose but honestly you're just going to bleed out."

Garey pointed out after studying me for some time. “I’m furious. That's all. You don't expect anyone to be in my shoes and not be furious.” “That sounds good,” he commented and I raised an eyebrow, a little confused by that remark. “Good? What do you mean by that?” “Yes,” he said. “Because anger means you are still fighting and not giving up. I love the spirit.” “I don’t have a choice,” I responded, shaking my head. “No, you don’t. But you do have control over things.”

Did she know that was how he used to look as a kid when he was mad? 'Hey, buttercup,' he said softly, 'don't be mad at me.' He knew that tactic always worked like magic. If someone was angry at another person and if you were to intervene to soothe the angry person, pretend to think it was you she was angry at, especially if you're a good friend, the person softens up like melted cheese —or was it butter?

I smiled softly. "Stop being so angry, I know you have every right to be angry. I understand how you feel, but anger won't solve anything. Instead of being angry, why don't you find a way to make sure that such thing won't happen again" I said. He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Private trust is not public property. And silence does not equal weakness.” Flashes exploded and questions followed, but I didn’t answer them. I turned and walked down the steps, Ace falling into step beside me, still not touching. When we reached the car, he finally spoke. “You were precise.” “I was angry,” I replied. “Good.” I glanced at him. “That’s not what you expected me to say.” “No.” He opened the door for me. “Anger can be clarifying,” he added quietly. Inside the car, the world muted again. My phone buzzed relentlessly—notifications, articles already posting, opinion pieces forming, narratives constructing themselves in real time. I stared out the window instead.

Not fear, something closer to anger, the specific anger of a word that treats you as something misplaced rather than someone with a position of their own choosing. Ethan's body did something subtle. A change in how his weight was distributed, a shift in his stillness from the stillness of someone who is waiting and watching to the stillness of something that has finished its calculation and is now simply waiting for the right moment. "You should leave," he said. The guard held his ground. "We are attempting to resolve this without escalation."

“I have done what you have always wanted me to do for all these years, this is the one true thing I have ever wanted for myself. It is either you accept this or you don’t. I am not marrying some asshole!” Moments later, a woman ran out from the corner of the small building at the rooftop in anger. She didn’t even notice them when she walked right in front of them and out of the door. “That some unhealthy level of anger,” Severin muttered beside her, and she immediately glared at him. He only knew how to say all the wrong things. “She was expressing herself, it isn’t heartfelt unless it involves emotions,” Nirvana corrected, but he only shrugged. “It is only going to give her a sore throat, f