Anger From Inside Out Novels & Stories

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the

I don't miss Angela at all. It rings once. Twice. The sound is grating, mocking me with every beat of its indifference. When her voicemail picks up, her calm, detached voice telling me to leave a message, something inside me snaps. I slam the phone onto the desk, the noise reverberating through the room. The rage boiling inside me has nowhere to go. My hand sweeps across the surface, sending papers, pens, and a glass tumbler flying. The glass shatters against the floor, the sharp crack a small relief from the storm inside me.

Angela stormed into her room, furious. Her chest was tight, her heart pounding so loud she could hear it. Shame and jealousy were boiling inside her. She stared at her own reflection and scrubbed at her makeup like she was scouring a dirty bathroom floor, smearing lipstick across her cheek. She felt ugly inside, and she wanted her outside to look the same. "It's me," she hissed at the mirror. "I'm the one who's going to handle Suzan." Her voice was shaking, not just with anger, but with a deep, painful envy she didn't want to admit.

All he knew was that he was angry, and it was consuming him from within. He stopped pacing for a moment and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. But it was no use, the anger was still there, bubbling just beneath the surface. He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and let out a frustrated growl. He needed to find a way to release the anger, to let it out before it consumed him completely.

The inside of me boiled with extreme anger and rage as I tried to decipher what could have gone wrong and how exactly things went wrong. The call came in again and that was the only thing that triggered me at that moment as I grabbed the phone from Arthur and picked up the call in anger. I yelled at whoever was on the other side of the phone in anger as my blood boiled and every part of me felt like it was going to explode in anger and fury if care wasn't taken.

You, sir, should respect me and give me what I deserve or at least ask why I did that. The boss on hearing what she said and with the way she said it very angry got up from the chair he was in and pointing to the door he said: ''Mrs. Charlotte, I will no longer put up with your insults to the company and even less your disrespect towards me, you are fired! Go and get your things and get out of here quickly, I don't want to see you even in the surroundings, is that clear?'' Hearing this, Charlotte brought her hands up to her face and quickly wiped away her tears as she angrily got up from the chair she was in and turned around to leave the boss's room.

I don't know what's going on inside me anymore. "I hate her," I let out, starting to breathe heavily. My face starts to burn like it did the other day and I want to scream. I get so agitated that it takes very little to make me lose my mind. I don't even know exactly what it is that causes a clipped grunt to leave my lips and I kick Angie's suitcase. I kick it twice and whatever was on top goes flying. That damn dress she was wearing. The dress that rode up so high she was almost showing Dario her panties.

Anna sobbing filled our ears as a doctor took Meg and rushed her to a room to treat her injuries which look to be infected now. " I need a few", I growled storming off to go to the gym. once inside I released all my anger into the core punching bag totally destroying it. I couldn't stop the anger that filled my body just kept taking more and more of my calmness away. This mother fucker whipped a small child and for what to make himself the big bad Alpha. I heard my Warriors file in as I completely destroyed our gym with the rage that I was having more and more trouble containing.

Then, I see an insanely amount of wolves in many places. They are coming out one after the other from different angles of the house of the forest and Dane pushes me back here because if I should not be here it very well does I belong nowhere else but here and I'm going to fight insanely. “I'm going to release an insane amounts of energy that is going to work this people out of the surface of the edge.” There is definite anger. I can already taste the gravity of my anger. I know that this is going to be immaculate when I let it all out.

She was trying to keep her mind from wandering in that direction. "I want to call you white witch over and over again. I want to know you and understand you. Damn it Lind, what other reasons do you need? I just plain want you." "Why did you call me here again?" "To ask you if you're in or out. You ask too many questions." "I'm not a fighter, I don't have the spirit of a fighter. I only hurt people when I'm angry. I could use some help on that issue. " "It's not an issue. A fighter actually needs an angry spirit."