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I muttered under my breath, as I went into the changing room. Immediately I got into the room, I saw Garvin, standing behind his locker, foaming with anger and tension. He was so angry that he clenched his hand against the locker without realizing it, gripping it hard enough to scratch the skin and make it bleed. I never knew he could be this tense, even with the ‘Mr perfect appearance.’

Fire combust in my chest like a pressure pot had exploded, spreading throughout my entire body. Driven by anger, my mouth curled up into a snarl, and swiftly, my feet willed me towards Gina. Instinctively, I flung my hand in the air, aiming for her cheek, but a firm grip hung my arm in the air. "Get your filthy hands away from my woman," he growled, and I could feel his anger as his grip tightened around my wrist and his nails bit into my skin, stinging me. My heart skipped numerous beats, and I locked gazes with Gibson. Fear gripped me at the dangerous clouds in his eyes.

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.

Gianna A hot wave of anger hits me straight in the chest, causing me to stumble. Jarek's entire frame shakes in anger as growls erupt from his mouth. Without thinking, I rush to his side and place my hand between his shoulder blades. His shaking stops, but his posture remains stiff. Following his gaze, I look at a skinny-looking man as his beady eyes glance at us with a creepy smile. His smile turns into a grin as he shows his yellow stained teeth.

INEZ I saw rage, fury, and madness. His eyes were lit on fire. The look that he had on his face made me wanna run away from him. He was glaring at them without even blinking for a single second. His hold on me increased but it was very gentle. His clenched jaw was strikingly noticeable in the dark. He was pissed. Mad. I never thought you could see a real monster who is angry beyond repair, yet here I was in the arms of one very angry monster. He was fuming. His hot breath kept hitting my forehead. His chest was rising and falling constantly with all the heavy breathing.

Each image was like a fresh wound, stinging and unrelenting. Agnes glanced sideways at him, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. She could feel the anger radiating off of Anderson, his body taut like a coiled spring ready to snap. She wanted to say something—anything—to break the oppressive quiet, but words felt useless against the storm brewing inside him.

Jealousy pounded his veins. .......... Angela was in the living room going through some of her mails when the maindoor opened. Instinctively, she glanced up and her eyes collided with his. Her heart seized instantly. His vicious eyes were fixed on her and nostrils flaring. Her stomach gave a backflip when she noticed he was grabbing a man by the back of his collar. The man's body was crouched and limp as if unconscious. Covered in blood. Her gaze flickered to him and fear weighed down heavily on her chest as he begin stomping his way towards her like a raging bull.

"What are you doing here?" I asked furiously. The level of anger I have right now might be shown in comics by steam coming out of the character's ears and her whole face red. In other, there are chances of even fire coming out of the character's mouth. I forgot all sadness in this situation. One thing was clear now, I hated his ugly face too much that I couldn't stand to see it for more than a minute. Why would he always end up in front of me? When all I wanted to do was keep as much distance between us as I could.

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

Thick silence fell upon them. Gideon’s eyes turned dark stormy, something monstrous flickering beneath the surface. His chest rose and fell heavily as rage consumed him. His claws extended, slicing through the air as his control snapped. With a violent slam, his hand struck the door behind her, cracking it. Angela flinched, terror gripping her as she slid down, her body trembling uncontrollably. The air thickened, suffocating under his presence. His gaze locked onto hers, pitch black, inhuman.