Novel & Cerita Anger And Disgust Inside Out

I can see anger on her eyes. "Pucha, sabi ko sa'yo ipasok mo na bakit ka ba nambibitin? Hindi na kailangan iyang control yourself, nasa kalagitnaan na tayo ng kasarapan!" Galit nitong sita sa akin. Kaya para tumigil na ito sa kakatalak ay pumwesto na ako sa pagitan ng hita nito at walang-sabing hinubad ko ang kulay pula nitong panti at iningudngod ang aking mukha doon sabay buka ng dalawa nitong hita.

Hindi man lang tinanong ang opinyon ko, kung sang-ayon ba'ko. Yumuko nalang ako and i felt my inner self is burning out of anger. Nakuyom ko ang kamao habang hawak-hawak and bandang ibabang manggas ng damit. Sa byahe hanggang pagdating sa mansion ay tahimik lang ako.

Sumisinghot at humihikbing tinitigan niya ako. “Now, did all of you already have an idea how much this woman made me suffere great pain?” I roared as I pointed Agnes with my trembling fingers. No one made a sound. No one even made a move. No one answered me. No one can even look at me in the eye. I gritted my teeth in so much anger. The anger, the pain, the frustrations and the hatred bubbling inside my veins is blinding the little goodness and humanity left of me. I know my emotions are reflecting with the darkest color of my brown eyes.

What? As I looked at the woman, Chel, who was smiling politely to the old man in front of her, my grip on the glass of wine tightened and tried to stop the rush of emotions from spilling out. I couldn’t move. My heart was filled with anger and betrayal. As I turned my gaze on Arkin, his calm demeanor only fueled my rage. My whole body is trembling as I glared at them. I couldn’t feel pain—it’s anger that’s consuming me.

Ang kumbinasyon ng kanyang kaswal na saloobin at ang pakiramdam ng pagiging brushed sa isang tabi fuels aking iritasyon sa bagong taas. "Huh!" Lalong lumalim ang pagkunot ng noo ko habang bumubulong sa sarili ko, ramdam ko ang frustration ko. " Binabaan niya lang ako!" Isang surge ng prickling annoys sweeps over me, putting every nerve on edge. Tinatrato niya ako na para akong isang nahuling isip, isang sangla sa isang laro na kanyang ino-orkestra. Ang galit na umuusok sa ilalim ng ibabaw ay nagbabantang sasabog na parang bulkan.

Though anger has always been the simplest feeling for me to approach, even if it isn't usually my outer demeanor. I think of it as my go-to emotion, the one I reach for first when I need to feel something. It tends to push me toward change, but it may also keep me entrenched in a circumstance and prevent me from moving on. I've recently got a really good cause to be and stay upset. Someone had caused me a great deal of pain, and I wanted to be enraged and remain there. I wanted to smolder in it; I wanted them to feel the same way I did. This is, for some reason, the first time that hasn't happened.

nagdedeliryong request niya na sinunod nito at mabibilis na bum*yo sa loob niya. Muli niyang nailubog ang mukha sa unan matapos maramdaman ang napupunong init sa puson niya. Ano mang oras ay kakawala na iyon at mukhang ganoon din ang nararamdaman ni Gustavo dahil walang mintis ang paglabas masok ng sandata nito na parang may hinahabol. "D*mn! Ah! Ah! I'm coming, Angel! F*ck!" muling mura nito bago sumirit ang katas sa loob niya kasabay ng pagsabog ng kanya.

Ang kaninang kanyang nakakalulang asul na mga mata ay agad na naging pula at lumabas ang kanyang matutulis na mga pangil, hindi na ako nagsayang ng oras at mabilis na sinugatan ang kanan niyang pulsuhan, "Aaaahhhh....you're going to pay for this woman!!! " Mabilis pa sa isang segundong hiniwa ko ang kanyang mukha gamit ang kutsilyo na nakuha ko mula sa kanya kanina,napangisi ako dahil sa laki ng sugat na natamo niya galing sa akin. Malakas akong napatawa ng makita ang itsura ng mukha niya ngayon,kung kanina lang ay perpektong perpekto ang itsura at hugis ng kanyang mukha ngayon ay nagmistulan na itong basahan ng dugo.

This was his welcome to us – his brazen display of disrespect and disregard. But despite the turmoil raging inside me, there was a sickening satisfaction in witnessing his discomfort. This was the perfect opportunity to confront him, to unleash the pent-up anger and frustration that had been building inside me for so long. As I stood there, seething with rage, a part of me relished the thought of throttling both of them. The image of their necks squeezed tightly in my grasp brought a twisted sense of satisfaction. But deep down, I knew that violence was not the answer – not yet, at least.

I noticed blood on the floor, a sign that some altercation had occurred. It had been a long time since I last saw him angry. I didn't move from where I was standing, merely waiting for his next move. His veins in his hands and neck were almost bulging with rage. As I observed him, he grabbed another glass of alcohol from the counter. His anger seemed unrelenting, emanating heat and disgust in his surroundings. I didn't know what had caused him to feel this kind of emotion, but at that moment, I witnessed the intensity of his anger in his actions and reactions.