Angry Hugs Novels & Stories

“What's wrong? Are you getting uncomfortable? Want me to take you to the clinic?” "No need, leave it like this for a while." "Okay." The man returned Fisya's hug, and they hugged each other for a moment until, finally, Fisya felt that Regan was no longer filled with anger. She slowly let go of the hug, then looked closely at her husband. "Are you much better?" "You mean?" The woman took a breath and crossed Regan's arms over her chest. "This is called a Butterfly Hug, do this while tapping your shoulder a little. Count slowly from 1-3 when you are angry and can't control yourself."

I slowly walk over to Jason and give him a sideways hug. "You call that a hug sweety?!!" I hear Jared laughing and mocking me, " Squeeze the life out of that motherf.. - I mean Jason…". I look over to Jason again , and I see him with arms stretched out. I jump on him like I did Jared , but this hug - it felt different. Jared hug was bubbly , giggly and playful - Jason's hug was intimate , filled with love and passion. It felt as if it had been hours that he had been hugging but honestly it was merely seconds.

If it would make him feel okay, if it would help him release all of his pent up anger, I would gladly let him punch me all day, all night until my face is broken. I pulled him closer to me and the next thing I know; I was hugging him. I have got to be honest, it felt exceedingly soothing to the feeling to finally hug the person you love and care about. Despite of us being in a crooked situation, I still felt all of the wonders of this simple hug. I wrapped my arms around him like there’s no tomorrow and as my hug tightened, I began tearing up.

Hands clench into fists. “That bastard! I will teach him a lesson!” he growls. Fuming with anger, his breathing is hard like an untamed beast. “I wanted you to see this. I know it’s hurt you for years. You can’t get revenge by being sloppy,” I mutter, adding more poison. Strapping my arms on his chest, I can see the conflict within him. Was anger his fetish? I pull myself closer to his body, my breasts slamming on him and I feel his cock harden.

"Sarah?" He looked at me confused with scrunched eyebrows and slowly his confused faded and turned into anger when he saw my face. Is he Angry because I am hugging him? Why would he, I mean I can't expect him to help me. But he proved me wrong when he cupped my face and sob erupted from my throat. I hate how weak I am, I hate it when I can't stand for myself or fight with evil people. He wiped the blood from my lips with furious eyes, is he angry because I am hurt?

And then, God help me, he hugged me. He hugged me like he meant it. He channeled all the anger, suspicion, and violence into one bone-crushing embrace. I stood stiff in his embrace for a second, my brain refusing to understand what was happening. Then I laughed, and hugged him back. What the hell else do you do when the guy you thought was going to execute you decided instead to squeeze the life out of you in some kind of violent bromance moment? “You’re insane,” I muttered into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." "Fuck off," she grumbled, sounding deeply annoyed. Her expression was furious. "We will do it, okay? Don't be mad." He scooped her up and hugged her tightly. She tried to resist but eventually grew tired. She sighed and smacked his chest. "Baby," he said, cupping her face, but she was already tearing up. She couldn't control her emotions anymore; she grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. He covered his face, having never seen her this angry.

"Are you out of your mind?" she shouted, her voice sharp with anger. He clenched his fists tightly, glaring back at her. Both of them stood face-to-face, tension thick in the air, their tempers flaring like fire. His eyes stung, and he blinked rapidly before rubbing them roughly. The burning was intense, making him growl under his breath. Without a word, she yanked off her hoodie and tossed it toward him, hitting him in the chest.

I wanted to say something else, but the man who had just been hugging Lya came up again and stood directly between us, blocking my view of Lya. "I do not know who you are, but you cannot take Lya," the man's voice disgusted me to no end, not to mention the look of pride on his face. Damn, I could not suppress my anger for so long! A surge of pent-up anger, long restrained within the depths of my being, surged forth with an unstoppable force. Fuelled by a mix of frustration, disbelief, and a burning desire for justice, I unleashed the fury that had been festering within me. With a primal roar, I propelled my clenched fist forward, the weight of my emotions propelling it towards its target — t

Suddenly, she felt cold chills when his hand touched the soft spot on her cheeks, then he used his thumb to dry her tears. She watched his smokey eyes,then down to her full lips and remembered how wonderful his mouth had felt on her lips. Suddenly, she was aching to feel him again. Hug him tightly and comfort him. If only he could let her. Angela threw her hands around him. Antonio rolled his eyes. “Really? A hug?” Angela smiled. “It's warm and good for the heart,I think you need it”. Antonio sighed and reluctantly wrapped his arms around her.