Novel & Cerita Anger And Disgust Inside Out

My voice raised and i could feel the heat in the corner of my eyes. I don't know why,i am highly disappointed.I am mad, irritated and, upset!I want to punch his face for making out with someone, i want to slap him.

I heard him cursed, tumaas ang aking tingin sa kaniyang mukha. His jaw is clenching. Nilamukos niya sa kaniyang palad ang may sindi pang sigarilyo. Tumalikod siya sa akin ngunit mas nagulat ako sa aking nakita. His back is full of scars from lashes. My tears swelled up, naninikip ang aking dibdib sa hindi malamang dahilan. "Don't fucking stare at my body!" Nagitla ako sa kaniyang biglang pagsigaw. Humarap siya sa akin, I saw the rage in his eyes. But deep inside of him, I can sense the embarrassment.

My insides were burning with a passion to kill, a savage rage that needs to be released. Without warning, I came up to the f*cker not giving a f*ck if he was asleep and defenseless. Neither did I look at the woman beside him, afraid to see what'd be written in her eyes if they will shoot open to me. Nothing I did next make sense to me anymore. I thrashed the f*cker's head and violently slammed his body off the floor creating a loud thud. It made his eyes flutter wide open in shock and disorientation but not a thing I care about. My anger and betrayal fueled me enough to draw blood. I threw blow-by-blow punches one after another on his face, kick after kicks not giving him a chance to lift a

Pumasok ako sa loob saka nilapag iyon sa kitchen counter. Kung makikita ko lang ang mukha ko, siguradong hindi na 'to mapipinta pa. I have so many questions in my mind. Anger is feeling my system. Do I have the right to feel this way? Do I deserve to feel this way? This is so frustrating. Lumabas ako ng condo unit at sumandal sa pader sa labas. Pinasok ko ang dalawang palad sa bulsa ng aking hoodie habang hinihintay siya... O baka sila.

Naghintay muna ako ng dalawang minuto bago ako lumabas dito sa loob ng cubicle. Tama nga si Gela, ayaw muna akong pag-usapan ni Osang. Mas lalo akong nalungkot nang marinig ko ang salitang 'yon sa bibig mismo ni Osang. Tumungo ako sa may sink at humarap ako sa may salamin. Bakas pa rin ang aking pag-iyak dahil sa aking mata na medyo namugto. Inayos ko ang aking sarili at naghilamos. Kailangan kong magpakatatag, hindi dapat ako panghinaan ng loob.

Gusto kong kapag tumibok ulit ang puso ko, kay Fabio Varca ko ibibigay ito. Pero ang puso… hindi natuturuan. Kapag oras na para ito’y tumibok sa isang tao, kusa itong titibok, nang walang pasabi, abiso, warning. It comes spontaneously in an unexpected circumstances. ~

She can't bear watching the lures wounding and devouring the Naians. She's confused. Her mind and heart are battling on what to do. And in a snap, she felt a sudden rush of an unexplainable sensation throughout her body. But it wasn't new to her. She have always felt it every time she finds herself stuck in this kind of situation. A feeling of strong desire to use a powerful mana and a thirst for violence. Napahiyaw siya sa sakit nang bumaon sa binti niya ang mahahaba at matutulis na kuko ng isang lure. And with that, the anger she have tried hard to suppress surfaced and devoured her system.

His body tensed, a surge of frustration and anger coursing through him like a jolt of electricity. "Stay away, bullshit!" Legacy's voice sliced through the air, the anger in his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. He pushed her away, his movements swift and decisive. The emotional turmoil he had just experienced seemed to channel into this singular moment of defiance. Angeline stumbled back, her eyes widening with surprise and perhaps a hint of hurt. The abrupt rejection seemed to catch her off guard, her body language a mix of vulnerability and defiance. She quickly reached for her scattered clothing – a panty and bra discarded in the heat of the moment – and hastily started dressing

He smiled sardonically. Anjelouv’s eyes grew bigger. Nanlilisik ang kaniyang mga mata at lumapit kay Clinton. She looked at him with dagger eyes. Her eyes are full of disgust and hatred. She was disgusted because she let herself love Clinton even after knowing that he already belonged to someone, and she was angry because she hated herself for letting Clinton wrap her in his fingers.

Malakas na naihagis ni Ford ang flower vase na nahablot niya, nagkadurog durog iyon ng tumama sa dingding ng silid. His anger boiling over. A mix of emotions swirled inside him - worry, fear, anxiety, and rage. But anger was the one that dominated, burning like a wildfire as he watched the footage from the hidden camera. Nakikita niya ang mga nangyayari ng mga sandaling iyon, sinaktan ng lalaki ang babaeng mahal niya kaya sumabog na ang galit niya.