Beyond Noise And Anger Novels & Stories

Life continues. Then the tapping becomes drilling. It’s annoying but I take a deep breath. I set my pen down. The sound stops. Silence returns. Fucking great. I pick the pen back up. A second later something heavy scrapes across the floor above me, followed by a loud bang that reverberates through the ceiling. I close my eyes. Patience is a virtue. Anger is wasted energy when applied too early. Another bang. Then voices. Not the quiet, respectful murmur my household is accustomed to. These are unfamiliar voices. Casual. Loud. Comfortable.

The owner of the hoarse voice could not suppress her burning anger. Ray got up angrily as his sweet dream had been interrupted by her yelling. However, Ray was so scared by her wildfire-like anger at this moment that his entire person was awake in an instant. He shivered. "If you have something to say, say it properly. Don't be angry, don't be angry." A qualified businessman needed to know how to see the situation clearly. Ray decisively chose to appease. His attitude immediately softened and he asked nicely, "He... Did Sean do something unforgivable...?"

The noisiness drops that even vampire who simply didn’t care or give a damn to the mood belonging to a wolf race also quietened down. Angelo sighed, he once again leaned in at Zeus shoulder and take a bite of the food in his lover fingers and close to Zeus thin lips that he once again control himself and peck before lowly saying under his breath only he and his lover can hear, “Two worlds already meet but has both resistance to each other. The thread of their destiny is coming to the day where it will completely disappear in front of their very own eyes without any time to stop it from happening. It was really a tragic thing to see one close to my presence that her little bit of existence in

He scoffed at himself as he spoke. "But then, in my mad rush, I bumped into the bane of my existence." His voice suddenly, took a turn from one of extreme grief to one of a maddening haze. So cold was his voice that I had goosebumps donning my skin. I felt his anger was like an impossible build up steam, burning him on the way out, as though taking a corporal shape all on its own. I had never seen anyone be so angry before. I didn't know who he was so angry at, but I did know that I wouldn't want to be at the receiving end of such anger.

And I’ll remain stuck—pinned in the middle, invisible yet exposed, every movement observed. I drag in a slow breath. Anger is noise. Noise blurs vision, clouds judgment. I have to be smarter. Sharper. More alert than ever. Especially around her.

She thought and clenched her hands on her dress nervously. My heart is beating so hard, my head is so dizzy. I have to try.. “Thank ...Thank you”. She finally voiced out. Antonio played deaf. He must be angry…the way to relieve him from that is ….sex according to him, she thought and sighed inwardly and looked out the window, watching as they sped past the night city streets. Minutes of intense silence,Angela had no idea where they were going, she kept the question to herself. “I am fucking angry right now”.

Liam's voice boomed through the solid barrier, frustration seeping through every word. His relentless banging sent tremors through the room, a physical manifestation of the turmoil that engulfed us. Noah had reached his breaking point. I could see it in his eyes, the anger that swelled within him, threatening to spill over. The insults Liam hurled at me with each pounding on the door became unbearable, and Noah's patience wore thin like a frayed thread. "I'm going to open the door!" Noah's voice erupted with a deep, resonant anger, his words laced with a simmering fury.

A stranger touched the silence she sleeps in. A stranger sent a message meant to provoke me. And it worked. But just because they got a reaction doesn’t mean they got what they wanted. I walk down the empty street slowly, letting the cold air settle into my lungs. Not to calm myself—there’s no calming what’s moving through me—but to sharpen it. To turn the anger into something I can use. Rage is a messy thing. Precision is lethal. Zeo is quiet inside me. Too quiet. His silence means he feels what I feel:

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!”

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.