A Soft Answer Turns Away Anger Novels & Stories

That piece of news about her missing him was hard to swallow; thinking that he misheard her he asked again, “Are you for real?” Bee was unable to estimate the value of her words neither was she able to see the expressions that were erupting inside him. She playfully answered, “It is quite boring without you, if you were here I would have had someone to play around with. You even left without saying, technically I should be mad at you. Yes, I am mad at you but I am kind hearted and I will forgive you! Just because I am forgiving don’t assume that I am happy with what you did... I am still mad at you in the ration of... Ratio of...” She thought hard to think about an suitable example but could

"You're avoiding the question." "I'm not avoiding. I'm just stating facts." "Facts? Alright, let's look at the facts. Fact one: you let her live in your house, even though before, no woman had ever been allowed to stay more than one night. Fact two: you arranged security for her, even though before, you didn't care who came in and out of your house. Fact three: you weren't angry because she lied, but because she almost got hurt. Fact four: you threw money in her face because you were disappointed, not because you were angry. Disappointment is a feeling that only appears when you care about someone."

The tender action breaking my walls and I start sobbing. "Shh.... it's okay. I know," he coos, soothing my back over the night gown I didn't change. "I didn't mean to hurt you.....I was angry and I don't know everything just happened." "Anger makes everyone a fool. Because only in the heart of a foolish man is where anger lays..." He whispers into my ear and I wrap my arms around his waist. Why are you hugging him? This is weakness Thea!

that use. “Okay, forgive us. I didn't think at all that this would make you so angry like that. Because no matter what, I always try to think I can win and I can do everything there is and this to everyone if I can calm down. I don't care if maybe others will make me think I'm too arrogant or something like that, but with that at least I can calm my heart and mind. You understand what I mean, right? I'm not really arrogant, let alone think that I will try to do something outside of what I do. "Queen Rose Mary, stop being angry, no matter how unpleasant it is if you get angry at me and make things even worse."

“Especially after a night like last night.” “I’m fine,” she said quickly, a little too quickly. She was still refusing to meet his eyes, her gaze fixed somewhere over his shoulder. “Really. I’m just… angry.” “Good,” he replied. That one word made her finally look up at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Good?” “Anger is better than fear,” he explained, his gaze softening. “Fear paralyzes. Meanwhile anger can be a fuel. It can keep you moving forward.”

Luca driving her home, maybe charming her with that fake grin over those fifteen minutes or more. The Bible verse echoed in my mind: “Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger” But as the sun dipped lower, my anger simmered, unquenched, and I knew prayer alone wouldn’t fix this. Not when she was slipping away, one free ride at a time.

That was the part he couldn’t stop thinking about. He sat at his desk late into the evening, the office emptied around him, his father’s warning still sitting unresolved in his chest, and if you can’t, what then, Kael, a question he still hadn’t found any real answer to. He thought about the words again, turning them over in his mind, trying to understand something that refused to make sense no matter how many times he examined it. He was beginning to understand that indifference could hurt far more than anger ever did. Anger meant there was still something there, some feeling strong enough to provoke resentment. It meant you still mattered enough to take up space in someone’s heart, even if

“Is there a reason you’re yelling at everyone?” My jaw clenched. “They keep asking questions.” “Because they care,” he said evenly. “Well, maybe I don’t want them to care.” He studied me for a long moment, the kind of stare that made it impossible to look away. “You’re angry.” I swallowed hard. “Yeah, no kidding.” “But anger doesn’t excuse disrespect,” he said. “Not here.” My hands curled into fists. “You don’t understand.” “Then help me,” he said calmly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Schooling her exterior features into a blank one, she turned to face him. “I don’t hold any grudge against you, Lucas. They had indeed hurt you and your anger is justified. But how you used that anger? It’s normal for one to get angry, but how one decides to express that anger matters as it can lead one towards darkness,” Phoebe paused in her speech, as she realized, from his bowed head that she was drifting too far.

She had a soft heart and was quick to forgive. "Now you realize you were wrong. Where were you yesterday?" Nina still had some resentment. "If you had comforted me then, I wouldn't have had to stay angry all night. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Never go to bed angry'? It's really draining. Do you know that?"