Angsty Meaning Novels & Stories

I stormed off angrily. Bitch!

I spoke with disgust in my tone; I always hated kids, they always think they know everything yet they haven't even lived half the life I have. "Being a teenager is great" Grayson smirked while scrolling through his phone. "Yeah well your father didn't abuse you mentally and physically" I scoffed, pulling out a smoke, following Ashton's lead. I started getting really tense lately, it's like my anger would all of a sudden turn on and I couldn't switch it off no matter how hard I tried. I clenched my fist, trying to let my anger dissolve.

But no matter how hard Angelo pleads, Mark's mother won't listen to him. With no way of letting out his anger, Angelo could only glare at the poor stylist. Angelo's eyes started to sting with all the glaring he did to the poor stylist. Even with the threat in front of him, the stylist acted as if he didn't see the glare of Aimie- causing Angelo to stop his failed attempt at looking like a formidable person. It took hours before the group of the stylist was done dressing up their madam- that it made Angelo feel like he was going to have a headache with all the ornamentals they had adorned- on Aimie's body.

Antonio replied coldly… Staring directly to the roads. Angela's heart raced at that statement. “I just told you it's not what you think!” She snapped anxiously. Antonio stabbed her with his green eyes. “Do you know what I think? You are horny as fuck…don't you think you should put aside your silly attitude and beg me to fuck you good?” Angela swallowed hard, she felt her cunt arching even as if it reacted to that statement. Ask him to fuck me? That will never happen, I won't let it happen, but my body is really weird… I really need to be fucked.

The first drag hit my lungs hard, burning in that familiar way that said maybe I’d finally calm the fuck down. I didn’t. I kept smoking, dragging hard and fast like the faster I inhaled, the quicker I’d exhale the anger. But that’s not how it works. Anger isn’t air—it’s glue. It sticks to your ribs, lines your throat, clogs everything up till all you can do is growl and curse and smoke until there’s nothing left but a filthy filter and a filthy mood. “I’m not a fucking ATM,” I muttered to no one. “Not a goddamn piggy bank. I’m not even a son to him anymore, and now he shows up like it’s some Sunday dinner reunion? Miss me with that bullshit.”

Angel shouted at the top of her voice from the stairs, with a dark expression she shouted. "Just get the hell out, you are an embarassment." Angel smashed the flower vase down. "What, I am been chased out of my home now." She stormed the stairs in furious. "Yes, this house can't accommodate you. How dare you? I am so embarrassed of you right now." Angel gritted her teeth. Those words struck Angel and made her eyes widened in fury. "Embarrass by me, what have I done to be embarras you? I only profess my feelings to someone I love. How does that embarass you?" Quinn speaks agitated, she seems so furious.

ANGER. A strong feeling of displeasure, hostility or antagonism towards someone or something, usually combined with an urge to harm. Anna Davenport had felt this way severally whenever she heard some of the stories some of her traumatic patients had been through and how she desperately wished she could teach the assailants a lesson. Her day hadn’t stated so great as she kept getting involved with Dylan Blake, the current director of her hospital but the patient in front of her just tops it all. She stares at the 17year old teenage boy seated in front of her, looking lost in his own world.

Once again, she outplays me. She will never truly understand the consequences of her actions and as she says I quote her 'Payback's a bitch.' Just then, Angelo walks in laughing. 'Someone just got played by a woman they said they would deal with personally,' he said with a huge smirk plastered on his face. 'Mind your own damn business.' I snarled back as if my fury was always going to be there. She's playing with fire but what if I take the fire and throw it in her face.

I leave the room, my anger boiling over as I can't contain my frustration any longer. The intensity of my emotions is palpable, and I can feel the heat radiating off me as I make my exit. I am incredibly angry right now, words fail to describe it. Austin has crossed a line that can't be ignored. I refuse to let him get away with his actions without consequences. He did whatever he pleased, and now it's my turn to take control of the situation.

“Mind you, it's not every day. Anytime I feel stressed, I always desire to spend the moment on you.” “Huh?” I said. “You're my sweetest obsession.” Angus claimed, his words creating an atmosphere of comfort around me. “I couldn't have found any joy or pleasure with any other woman as much as I do with you.” “But, don't you feel I am tired sometimes you just decide to bounce on me?” I raised another question, my face feigning a kind of unusual seriousness. “What do you say?” “I am here to stretch your nerves and cool your loins.” He returned, smiling at me.