Angry Hugs Novels & Stories

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.

I was able to live without him before, I can do it again now…… 'can I really do it? I was about to back away but he quickly walked towards me and immediately reached out and hugged me. I didn't move but my heart was racing when I was in his arms. I really want to hug him too but my anger towards his brother prevents me from hugging him back. "Let me hug you for just 1 minute, please. I'm fvcking miss you so much.” He said weakly which brought tears to my eyes. I wiped my tears because I didn't want him to see me cry because of him. I miss him too. I miss my husband. But every time I think that he hid the truth about his mother's death, my heart is filled with anger because of my love for him

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?

I cover my face with my hands. All I wanted was peace. And all I got was the total opposite. Once again, I'm making mistakes. Taking out my anger on my partner. Just because I think they can take it and be unaffected. What a mistake. Do not ever deliberately do that to your partner, ever. His arms wrap around my body as I wrap my arms around his neck. His head rests in the crook of my neck as I hug him tight. All I needed was a hug.

“I’m sorry I acted that way, I was just worried.“ He said, trying to hug me. I’m trying to push him away while I’m drinking water. My nauseous feeling never got better. “Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Clyde, you displaced your anger at him.” His actions were completely governed by his anger. “I’ll get in touch with him later on. Still, I’m sorry.” I inhaled sharply. I’m trying to prevent myself from not collapsing again. This dizziness is killing me. I let Ace hug me from the back. I can’t push him away now since it’s making me woozier. He hugged me tightly, and my irritated mood faded away just like that. Like a blink of an eye. I feel suddenly at ease now. I faced him and hugged him b

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