Beyond Noise And Anger Novels & Stories

Alsie POV- I could feel all their anger through the bond. The anger was intense, suffocating, all consuming. It was hard to breathe, I tried to push calmness through the bond, but the more calmness I pushed through the bond the more it was gobbled up by their anger. “STOP!” I yelled from deep within my chest. “All of you! STOP! I can’t take this! This is why I never told anyone about what happened. I can feel all your anger through our bond. The six of you, no five of you, need to calm yourselves!”

I’d managed to mute all three while I waited for him to arrive, not wanting to hear myself in stereo. In my anger, my whole body was shaking. I had to curl my hands into fists to try to stop my trembling hands, cutting my fingernails into my skin. With the pain came clarity. If I allowed the anger to overwhelm me, I would shift right here in this office and tear everything apart. How dare they repeat that private conversation? I had thought this news organization to have dignity and respect, yet here they were putting my words meant only for my mate on air twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

He vehemently wished he could rip her husband into little pieces and feed him to the fish! "Benson told me holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. So you don't need to explain yourself to me anymore, because it doesn't matter who was wrong or who was right anymore." Nancy spoke as if she had heard someone contemplating feeding her husband to the fish.

She agreed. "So it's just, last year shit happened and now Noah is complicated. He doesn't talk. His language is anger. His anger issues create problems. And he can't seem to work on controlling his shit. We are really worried for him." She said solemnly and I patted her hand in solace. "Don't worry. Everything will get better." "Yeah, we hope too." She murmured. And I realized she deeply cared for whoever Noah was. He should be thankful for friends like these.

The sharp edge of her anger is beginning to shift into something less defined. "You're very frustrating," she said. "I know," I said. "You can't just…" She stopped. And pressed her fingers to her forehead. "You can't do that. You can't stand there and be reasonable when I'm trying to be angry at you. " "I apologize," I said. "Would you like me to be unreasonable?" "I would like…" She stopped again. The silence that followed had a different quality than the one before. Something had gone out of it, the argumentative charge, the careful distance. What was left was something quieter and considerably more dangerous. She dropped her hand from her forehead. Looked at me directly.

The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, poised to tear us apart, yet I knew we needed to remain united. "Nicklaus," I whispered, my voice a delicate blend of vulnerability and strength, "I understand your anger. Angry that someone dared to try to take our daughter, our pride. But directing that anger at your innocent pack mates won't bring her back or solve anything. We must channel that anger in the right direction—to finding out what happened, to identifying the person responsible for this heinous act. Focus your anger where it belongs."

I was hiding behind a pillar, and from there, I could see and hear them clearly, but they wouldn't notice me. "My father has thrown me out. I won't even get a single penny out of his wealth. It's all because of that bitch. You are so useless Lucas, you couldn't even control that bitch," she shouted. I decided to record this because both of them were blinded by anger so maybe they would end up saying something that can be used against them. "Are you serious? You think all because of me and what about you. If it weren't for you getting horny and pulling me for that make out session, we wouldn't have caught Natasha. Learn to accept your faults," he yelled back at her.

Damien Beep beep……… Beep beep………. I let out a frustrated sigh, groaning as I reached over to switch off my notifications, stopping any other message from pumping in. I needed a break from the constant influx of messages. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the woman beside me. Her face was a mix of confusion, nerves, and fear. My blood boiled, and a surge of anger consumed me. At that moment, I couldn't help but entertain the most outrageous thoughts – like smacking her senseless and squeezing the breath out of her. I was absolutely fuming, my anger reaching its boiling point.

It was as if he had the power to control everything around him with just his voice. The Alpha guy refused to accept anything the other dudes spoke but his dismissive attitude was infuriating. Despite the others trying to reason with him, he refused to listen and even went as far as to say that he didn't care about my fate. As he stormed out of the room, the tense atmosphere lingered, and I could feel the others' eyes on me. His words stung, and I couldn't shake off the anger brewing inside me. I despise being judged, and the fury was enough to snap me back to consciousness. I tried to push myself harder and harder until I saw the two men's eyes looking at me in shock. They couldn't believe t

Two weeks before leaving for the third leg of their world tour, that would take No Return to Asia and Eastern Europe until the end of the year, Jim had a fight with Barbara, the woman he’d been dating for the last two months. He heard his front door slam shut, a revving engine, a car skidding away. He ran down the stairs to the living room, his shirt open over his chest, still breathing heavily after the violent argument. His eyes moved slowly around the dark, empty room as he took his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans.