Anger From Inside Out 소설 & 이야기

Okao, the gamma, commented. Anger is what he was feeling all over his system. Not for his best friends, beta, and gamma but on his own. He is angry because everything they say was right. He made a big mistake this time. And he can't think of a way to correct it. So, he did nothing when the two stood up and stormed out of the room. He was left inside his office alone, causing him to slap his desk because of too much emotions he was feeling.

I clenched my fists at the thought, the anger rolling through me like a storm, uncontrollable and fierce. When I finally reached my apartment, I threw the door open, pacing back and forth in the living room. My chest heaved with heavy breaths, my mind still swirling with anger and heartbreak. I needed to calm down, but I couldn’t. I was on fire, burning from the inside out.

his movements practiced and relaxed, as if he were simply engaging in a mundane daily task. My jaw was clenched tightly, the ache radiating through my teeth as I fought to contain the fury bubbling inside me, determined not to smash my phone in anger. A deep sense of helplessness surged within my chest; everything was far worse than I had imagined. I kept going through the same cycle—shut off the video, breathe, play the video again, and breathe. I took several deep breaths, but the anger continued to roil within me, as if waiting for an outlet to explode.

Blowing out a small tensed breath, He took out his cell phone and called his runaway wife. Samanvay closed his eyes and messaged his forehead when the bell kept ringing. The temperature of his anger was rising with every passing second, he reminded himself to remain calm. Anger was not going to help him in any way. Anger was bad for health, for business. It was bad for everything yet Samanvay couldn't control the rage inside him and just like a volatile volcanic eruption of burning hot lava, Samanvay opened his eyes and threw his cell phone against the wall hard when Manya didn't accept the call.

I needed to do something to show Sebastian that I was the only one for him. My anger boiled within me like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. The intensity of my fury consumed my very being, and I felt as if I could incinerate everything in my path. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. The sound of my own breathing filled my ears as I tried to calm myself down, but the rage was too strong.

“Do you think I’m some stupid slut, you can just fuck and get away with? I’ll make you pay!” Angela yelled, her face was red from anger, she wouldn’t actually do anything, she just wanted to vent her frustration. Trenton stood tall and looked at her. “When you’re done, do what I asked you to do, it wasn’t free of charge, I’m paying you for it!” He said. “Oh, really? And did I tell you I wanted to do it with you, mark my words, men like you don’t last on this earth!” She yelled more. “Get out!” He yelled back at her. She ran out in tears and went to a toilet to change, she vowed never to work in this company.

The door clicked shut behind him. Nora stood at her desk and did not move for a moment. The anger was there — she could feel it sitting in her chest, roaring, hoping she could find a place to shout, scream it out and be better. It was old anger, the kind that did not arrive fresh but surfaced from somewhere it had been stored. She had been very careful about the storing. She had packed it well and sealed it and put it somewhere she did not have to look at regularly, and she was not going to let one conversation in her own office tear that packaging open.

Frustration and anger surged within me, a tempest of emotions threatening to consume me. Why? The anguish in her words, the way she looked at me with such raw hatred, and the bitter realization that she was physically here but emotionally miles away— all of it felt like an unbearable weight pressing down on my chest. Her contemptuous gaze and the knowledge that she despised me with every fiber of her being fueled a relentless storm within me. I stormed out of the room, my frustration boiling over as I slammed the door behind me with a force that reverberated through the empty corridors like the crack of thunder.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath too shallow to properly calm me. White-hot anger surged through me, filling every vein and burning everything it touched. My palms itched violently, desperate to strike someone, to destroy something. My heart thundered in my ears until all I could hear was the roar of my fury. I couldn’t hold it back. With a roar, I hurled the phone with all the force I had. It spun through the air before slamming into the wall, shattering on impact. The sound of glass cracking rang out and echoed slightly in the empty office, very much like the last of my composure cracking.

I wipe a cold bead of sweat off my forehead and square my shoulders. I think about the terrible argument outside the office door. I remember how small and helpless I felt hiding in the corporate hallway. I remember crying over a man who lied to my face while he planned to marry someone else. I am not that person anymore. I plant my feet firmly on the ground and close my eyes again. I find the burning heat inside my chest and pull it upward with everything I have left. I let the bitter anger and the fierce need to protect my babies fuel the magic.