Anger From Inside Out 소설 & 이야기

Long gone was the old Angela Clampitt who used to be scared and submissive to everyone’s whim. Daniela lost control. “I will kill you!” She screeched and stabbed her claws into Angela’s neck who hissed. “And then your bastard child…” Before she could complete the sentence, something inside Angela snapped. It broke the last thin line of patience she was holding onto. Anger rose in every cell of her body and her hazel eyes flashed orangish spitting fire before she ferociously snarled, “Touch him… and you are dead.” With a force that even shocked her, Angela shoved Daniela so hard that she flew backward and crashed onto the floor with a scream.

Micah POV I have been angry since I stormed out of Allen’s place, but anger feels too shallow a word for the storm raging inside me. It is not just rage. It is humiliation, the kind that burrows under your skin and refuses to leave. It burns quietly, patiently, waiting for the smallest trigger to explode.

My chest tightened, fury bubbling to the surface. How could he? My hands trembled as I clenched my fists, the phone still in my grasp. The anger coursing through me was overwhelming, a storm threatening to consume me entirely. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady myself. But it was no use. I could feel the explosion building inside me, ready to burst free.

Dominic’s POV The walls of my office suddenly felt tight and as if that was not enough, the air was heavy. Numbers blurred on the screen in front of me, and for the first time in years, I couldn’t focus. My chest burned with restrained anger and my jaw was clenched so tight that it hurt. When I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I slammed my fist against the table, pushing my chair backwards in anger. “DAMN IT!” The roar that tore out from me was like an animal breaking free from its restrain.

It boiled under my skin like it wanted to spill out of my body. Every breath I took felt like fire burning through my chest, my fists clenched so hard that my knuckles ached, and still it wasn’t enough to tamp my anger, it wasn’t enough to get the frustration out of me. ‘Oh, you’re angry? Sad, there’s nothing you can do to me. You can’t live without me just as much as I can’t without you.’ My wolf prowled inside me, smug and taunting, whispering in the back of my mind with that damned growl of amusement as if my anger was some sort of entertainment for him.

What is that special thing she can't find in me? I was beginning to get angry. My eyes burning red hot with rage and my nose letting out the fumes that followed. My mind was boiling in fury. My heart pumping hard against the walls of my chest, threatening to force it's way out. My fingers dug into my fist and I clenched my jaw tightly and bit my lips, having a taste of blood to fuel my rage. The air around me was thick with anger and heavy with disgust. It seeped into my skin, flowing to my mind and lit fire there. My body was electric and current crackled inside me. Now I'll no longer take this shit from anybody again.

Maximus’ POV The rage in my chest boiled over as I slammed the door to my office shut, the sound echoing like a thunderclap. My aura pulsed, dark and oppressive, wrapping around the room like an unforgiving storm. The air felt heavy, charged with my fury, and I couldn’t suppress the growl rumbling deep in my throat. My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the roar in my mind.

Darlyn's anger surged through her veins, fueling her wrath as she hurled objects across her condo unit. Vases shattered against the walls, sending shards of glass scattering in every direction. The room became a chaotic display of her seething emotions. "How dare he? How dare he deny our connection?" she seethed, her voice laced with venom. "I won't let him humiliate me like this. He'll regret ever crossing me!” Her words echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls as she paced back and forth, her mind consumed with thoughts of revenge. She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her anger.

The anger that has been simmer deep within me reaches a boiling point and begins to tip over, spewing venomous hate into my bloodstream and causing me to see red. After shoving Remiel and Kenji out of my way, I march over to the Moriae and slam my hands on the table in front of them. A loud banging noise reverberates around the room from the impact of my open palms on the conference table, startling the women and making them jump in their seats.

Her cheeks darken with anger, and a low growl echoes forth between her clenched teeth. "You fucking asshole!" With that she whips around and stomps out, throwing the door closed behind her with a loud 'whack' that could have raised the dead. I'm too mad myself to really care just now. The hot water is scalding my skin but I don't really notice, the turmoil inside of me too strong for much else to intrude into my unhappy bubble. My main problem is that once the most superficial anger evaporates along with the outer layers of my skin, common sense kicks back in and makes me feel