Best Books For Anger Novels & Stories

Standing straight, I place my right hand on my chest to bow. And despite the crowd going into full-on crash mode behind me, I exit the hall. Walking through the corridor, I recall what Hattie used to say. ‘Anger is prone to density. It should be battled with an opposite approach. Never let your anger flood your mind, as it clouds your sense of reasoning. It’s better to admit it inch by inch as if fighting a battle in the dark where you’re the only one who sees. Suppress every inch that you let in until it’s truly gone.’

She held it at bay. Next, the simmering anger. Hotter, sharper. *Anger. Doric.* She acknowledged it, felt its heat prickle her skin. Then, deliberately, she layered her breath again. *In. Out. Stone. Knees. Layer calm.* The anger flared, resistant, but the focused calm acted like a dampener. It didn’t extinguish the anger, but it contained its immediate, burning intensity.

“If I needed lectures, I would have found a professional. But I need no lecture, Steven. I came here for peace, and you’re ruining that.” He chuckled. “Lecture? Who’s lecturing her royal majesty? Not me.” I bent down and took the bottle of water from the ground, taking it in one go. After I was done, my gaze focused on Steven as he continued to watch me. “So what’s the best way to release the internal anger, huh, Master Steven?” My voice was heavy with sarcasm, but it didn’t seem to deter him. His smirk only stretched wider. “If you’re using your anger to fight, you will end up achieving nothing. But if you’re using passion and strategy to fight, no one shall even dare challenge you. You kno

"You're a real scam artist! You have chicken and ducks at home, yet you're charging us ten dollars for a meal? Do you have no conscience for exploiting workers like us?" With that, she threw rotten eggs and spoiled vegetables all over me in a fit of rage.

An angry opponent makes mistakes. That’s what my father and Caleb never understood. Anger is a weapon to their thinking, not a liability. Black is cast from the same mould. I’ve wound him up by staying calm, by being polite, and most of all by humiliating him, and he can’t see clearly through the red mist of fury. He’s three hundred pounds of muscle and rage, as unstoppable, dangerous and terrifying as a runaway locomotive, charging down on me. His free hand is out with claws ready, blocking any escape. Blinding sunlight flashes from the silver of his blade as it sweeps down.

BHYRON Anger is the most dangerous of all emotions. Coupled with hate, it can give a single man the power of ten thousand soldiers. And that’s exactly how I feel as I take one step closer to King Murder, my fists tight and trembling, my eyes blazing with bloody murder. In a heartbeat, clicking sounds of multiple guns being cocked rent the hair. I look around and soldiers of the Marie all have their guns and knives aimed at me. But the anger that currently threatens to choke me is far greater than my fear of death. I’m ready to risk it all just to poke my fingers into King Murder’s eyes.

Charles looked at him with blazing eyes. "Don't give me that look. I know you want to kill me right now, but that's not going to happen anytime soon. I'm doing this for your own good. Try to control your anger and use it at the right time. Don't lose your temper unnecessarily like her. Anger is our biggest enemy. It will always put you in trouble. It always brings destruction. Never take any action when you are angry. Because when people are angry their minds never work properly. Always remember this, 'Anger doesn't solve anything, it builds nothing. But it can destroy everything.' Got it."

At the ninety-seven-year-old precision of her, the controlled exactness, the sixty-two years of work in it. "You've never been angry in three years at anything I've seen," I said. "I burned through it young," she said. "Three years of anger, then I built what the anger had been protecting. The work. The documentation. The tracking." She looked at the desk. "The book I wrote was not written by the woman who was angry. It was written by the woman who came out the other side of the anger. That's why the book is useful. The anger version would have been honest but not navigable." She paused. "I want you to know about the anger because you're going to feel it too. At some point, possibly soon, yo

"Yes. Exactly that." "Anger is useful," Amelia said, "when it powers action. When it starts powering the wrong things, it becomes a liability." She closed the notepad. "I decided what I wanted the outcome to be, and I'm working toward it. The anger is there. I just don't let it drive me into doing things recklessly."

It seemed like this room was useless. I walked to a book closest to me and opened it. 'Details about The God of Emotions.' Was the title. This would've been useful if I didn't already have all the information on all Gods and Goddesses. I set it down and rubbed the spines of all the books as I walked past them. They were brittle. I picked up another book. 'Details on teleporting." It read causing me to snap. I threw the book across the small room. I closed my eyes and tried to tell myself this was fine. Five books later and my anger was beyond tangible. You could feel the anger coming off of me.