Anger Inside Out Gif Novels & Stories

The pit in my stomach twisted painfully, and for a moment, a wave of anger surged through me, mingling with disbelief. With a low growl rumbling deep in my throat, I felt a primal instinct rise within me. Rage fueled my movements as I slammed my palm against the cold, unforgiving wall beside me. The impact reverberated through the space, and I watched as a network of cracks spiderwebbed outward from the point of contact.

Jarod opened his eyes, finding himself in his bed. He sensed something had gone awry, a situation that would incite his rage. Although he didn't know the details, he felt the disturbance. He turned toward the slumbering figure beside him, drew her naked body closer, and initiated a kiss. It was a way to release the pent-up anger within him.

And then I stop dead in my tracks. There, leaning over the desk, is a guy—shirt off, trousers unfastened—his face inches from Ghost’s. My chest tightens, anger boiling to the surface in an instant. My hands clench into fists at my sides, and I feel the heat rise in my face. I flip.

My My hand is clenched, and my heart feels like it's going to come out in my rib cage because of my anger.

She was naked from the waist up and was seated on his laps straddling him. Her lips were slightly parted, a look of pure pleasure etched on her face. A rage like no other coursed through me as my blood boiled. "What the hell is going on here." I growled angrily. Anne panicked and stood up, scrambling to put on her top. Anger curled hot and unstoppable in my gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn me from the inside out, I balled my fingers into a fist and drove them through the wall then slammed the door behind me.

My agony turns to anger by seeing the way Professor Ahan and Rylee are laughing at me. I slap Ellen, and luckily the sound of my slap stops the horrific laughter of the two insects instantly. “I’m ashamed to know that this handsome face is just to cover up the rotten personality of yours.” Hatred for him covers my face. Frustration and anger are clogging my throat. I storm out of the room, hoping not to see them again in my whole life, my footfall resonating loudly in the subsequent silence.

She kept making me want her. I kept observing Angga's changing expression that was both serious and sensual at the same time, then he laughed again. Angga confounded the expectation of sex with a joke, "Seeing you red is like Japanese girls sighing 'kimochiii'." "Insecure Angga!" My ring punch on his chest was stopped with one catch. I think I've gotten weaker since being with her. Could it be because of this pregnancy? He shut me up with just a scary look that seemed capable of killing. He reached both my hands to his chest.

Her face is a mask of pain and disbelief, her mouth open in a silent scream of agony. My own anger boils over at the sight. Every muscle in my body tenses with rage, my hands clenching into fists so tight that my knuckles turn white. I feel a roar building in my chest, and with all the strength I have, I break free of the men's hold, flinging them off me with a burst of furious energy. My eyes lock onto Darius, and I lunge at him, fangs bared and eyes blazing with fury.

*Wade POV* Her anger crashes like waves in a tumultuous sea, violently slamming into my barrier. It becomes almost painful trying to keep it up, but I refuse to take it down. Instead, I throw all my thoughts into the tingles on my arm as I hold her away from Frank. A laugh breaks from my lips at everything unfolding. It’s not appropriate to laugh, I know. But I can’t help it. She looks so damn cute when she is angry. “Calm down I whisper in her ear” she just looks up and scowls.