Anger From Inside Out 소설 & 이야기

Anger has taken a hold of me, an intense, burning sensation that courses through my veins and boils in my stomach. No words can accurately explain the outrage consuming me. My fists clench at my sides, and all rational thought has been replaced by pure rage. This is not like me; I'm usually quite gentle and composed - but right now, I feel anything but calm.

What about her? She couldn't help but feel hurt, her chest was tight because of the sudden pain. She let out a sigh because she felt like she was going to run out of breath due to the intense pain. She glared at him angrily. She didn't know what she looked like while doing that. Her friends say that she is not visibly angry because her face is so bossy.

I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up. "STOP! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I PROMISE." I yelled out and it stopped. I glanced at the security through my teary vision and saw a medical team escorting Mrs Jones out of her bloody mess of an office. Storm ran into my arms and I held him tight as I was forced and dragged out of her office. My hair was a mess and I was sweating profusely as words kept whispering itself out of my mouth. I couldn't control them. I couldn't stop them. My head made them. My mind kept telling me this was the right thing to do, the right way to act. They nee

Not with power, but from the anger that was manifesting inside me. I walked towards the armchair, closer to where we were standing. My anger boiled under the surface. Looking at my hands, I noticed they became paler. The anger that was just surfacing a second ago, just vanished, I couldn’t feel it boiling. It was as if someone had put it out

SHAIRA That b*tch, she tied herself up to avoid me from my plans. Both my hands and feet are tightly tied to the bed and it’s difficult to move. I screamed in anger releasing all air I have inside my lungs. Well, this body is mine too. She can’t just stop me from what I want.

All the discussions of the last few days come to mind and I start to put things together. "Please untie me," I tell him. And as soon as Dr. Archer starts to untie me, Dominic helps me get out of bed. "I think I'm strong enough to end this circus," I say angrily. But now I'm furious and aggressive just like some F5 tornado.Maybe even F6, because with my rage I overcame the universally agreed scale and right now a F5 is not enough to measure my anger. "That scumbag! I will kill him!" I keep hearing Dominci repeat.

I couldn’t believe how, in seconds, my day could change so quickly. My chest became sore from the anger building up inside of me. It was like my chest was caving in from the feeling of not being able to protect myself—what would my mom, the greatest warrior, think of me now for giving up so easily? I took a deep inhale, using the last ounce of strength I had left, pushing out all of the anger left resting inside of me.

AMBER CAMPBELL. I got breathless with rage as anger coursed through my entire being. My stomach was clenched tight and I swallowed, doing nothing to hide the rage that was going through my mind. My resentment grew inside me like a tumour, I burned with rage and shook with fury. I wanted to get out of their midst, I didn’t want to be anywhere near them at all. I hate their pride, everything about them annoyed me and I detested their fucking nerve to think that just because they’ve tendered an half-assed apology then I’m obligated to forgive them.

He was still seething with anger, his chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths. The silence between us didn’t break until we got home. Amory flung the door open with more force than necessary, stepping inside before me. His fury hadn’t faded—it lingered around him like a cloud of smoke. I followed him in, my own anger simmering just beneath the surface. My stomach churned with the memory of his outburst at the restaurant, his voice booming with uncontrolled rage. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was just as much to blame for everything that had happened.

It was locked. Rage, hot and raw, surged through me, scorching away the remnants of fear. The nerve of the man! To treat me like a pet, a plaything to be kept and discarded at his whim. My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms. I wouldn't be another pawn in his twisted game. I wouldn't be silenced, not easily. A guttural growl escaped my lips, a primal sound of defiance echoing in the sterile air. I kicked the plush armchair, its velvet upholstery offering no resistance against my fury. Tears, hot and angry, streamed down my face, a testament to the fire still burning within.