Best Books For Anger Novels & Stories

Even though the college management forgave the boys for their immature fights, Anu didn’t. Because all she saw was Rishi starting the ugly fights and other boys joining in. She was done with Rishi’s anger and outcomes. And now she wanted him to realise someday that his anger will lead him somewhere he didn’t want. Sometimes, his anger and over possessiveness scares her yet she can’t stop loving him. Of course he too has flaws that he might have to look over and try to control for his bettermate. Anger always brings out the worst in people, and Anu doesn’t want to Rishi in that form anymore.

Her eyes look behind my shoulder and see my disheveled state and the shattered glasses around as proof. "Do I look okay?" I snap, my frustration still boiling. I’m really not in the mood to play house right now! She ignores my outburst and steps inside, "I know it's tough, but getting angry won't change anything." she says flatly as she turns to me. Being angry changes everything! Anger is fuel for my plans. I need it to execute them mercilessly as I take what is rightfully mine. "Oh, really? You think I should just sit back and let them ruin my life?" I retort, bitterness lacing my words.

Angel piped up after toweling the sweat off her beautiful skin. "Nobody said it is bad to fight with emotion. In fact, you've got to harbour enough anger to be able to hit someone, yeah?" Angel nodded. "And while it ideal to fight with a little bit of passion, a lot of emotion clouds the mind from making certain judgement that could be detrimental to you, if not swift enough." Fuhad explained my teachings in his own words and sported the ghost of a smile as my mind went down that memory lane.

“Is that's the reason why he looks so mad at you.” My face turn to her, I gave her glares. “I was trying to avoid him. He always put me in disaster. Our last meeting, it feels like I was hit ten times by the hammer. He's so dominant and rude! I block out because I got nervous of him, I hit the center table!” “You should thank him by that.” She pointed out my stand. “And why is that? He put me into a disaster, Andy. No way I'd like to get near him again just to thank him.”

She had not expected what she described as the particular quality of sitting in a room with women who were angry in the same direction she had been angry, and watching them learn to hold the anger rather than be held by it, and recognising in the watching something she had done herself without having been taught it. She had learned it in the years after the arrest. The anger had been what kept her building when there was no external reason to build. It had been fuel of a specific kind: not the consuming kind, not the kind that required an object or a target, but the kind that clarified. That said: I know what this is and I know what it costs people and I am going to do something about that f

“First off, what happened to the permanent break from cursing, and two, I have told you not to bring that tone in here. I don’t need that negativity clouding my space.” “I don’t have time for this, Tim. I need you to get the coin and put Roxanne’s bitchy ass right back into me and—” “Hey. Hey.” He cut in, crossing the room until he was right in front of me, taking my face into both his hands. “The worst kind of anger is the kind that comes from grief. So I need you to take a breath.” I closed my eyes at that, deflating, and did what he said.

Suppressing Anger James Pov “Will you fucking calm down!”. She said again.. This time louder, Her voice echoing in the room. Her face transformed in a fit of rage. Her eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, and her lips curled into a snarl. I knew I had issues - my anger, my obsession with Lisa - but Sophie seemed dangerous, like a wild animal cornered and ready to strike. For a moment, I hesitated, my anger faltering in the face of Sophie's fury. I couldn't let my anger get the best of me, not now, not when I needed Sophie's help. I needed a minion, someone to do my bidding, and Sophie would be perfect.

He said out loud . -- "Raima, I told you to keep an eye on emotion. He's not going anywhere. What did you do?" -- "I tried, brother. Now tell the feeling you know. What does he mean? And you also know what can happen if you are overly angry. The ventricle stood up from the chair. His mood is going bad. Never been so worried about your son before. The boy doesn't even pick up the phone. He tried to control himself. Because anger is not good. Anger is the work of religion.

I had to give it to him, he was a really good actor, and if I didn’t know him as well as I did, maybe I too would be fooled by his disguise of nonchalance. He continued, obviously uninterested in whatever my response was going to be - I had none for him, though; but I didn’t expect him to know that, of course. “The thing about anger is that it is counteractive. It takes away from the purpose and turns shit around for the worst.” I nodded my understanding, acting like he and I were on the same page even though that couldn’t be any farther from the truth.

He asked. “…it broke,” I added. “You should’ve understood by now that anger isn’t the result of anything. If you fight with anger, if you work with anger, if you dwell in anger, you’re nothing less than nothing. You—” “Is that why you’re always calm?” I impatiently whispered. “Hmm,” the alpha slightly grinned. “You’re a really smart woman, Amber.”