Beyond Noise And Anger Novels & Stories

“No one will hurt mate. No one will take mate away from us. She belongs here. WITH US” “If you keep fuming and growling like that, I won't have time to think of how to keep her safe.” The fact that savvy won't stop distracts me from thinking straight. I'll make sure I make the lives of everyone that hurt my mate miserable but at the right time. Savvy seems to calm down, seeing that anger was matching his. He definitely got the reaction he had been looking for. Knocking down the remaining whisky in my glass and I keep the glass cautiously on the desk. Train to thoughts flooding through my head as my gaze remains fixed on the garden outside. A sharp but demure knock breaks through the silence,

" The woman tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't listen. He poured his drink on her face. "Don't you ever come close to me again," he said, standing up to leave. . "Excuse me," I said, standing up and walking over to their table. "Is there a problem here?" The man turned to me, his eyes blazing with anger. "Mind your own business," he snarled. But I stood my ground. "You don't have to talk to her like that," I said. "Even if she did something wrong, this is a public place,you should take it somewhere private

I count the ticking, each second a mantra, each second a way to keep from letting the anger spill over. Levi isn’t back yet. Business. He said business. I try not to let the betrayal gnaw at me, to focus instead on my baby, on the quiet thrum of life inside me. But my chest tightens again as I imagine him stepping into this house hours from now, maybe expecting me to smile, to forgive him silently.

Shocked. Then an angry voice—sharp, furious. “What the fuck is going on here?”

Anger. Not a loud, explosive anger. It's a silent, patient anger. An anger that observes, calculates, remembers. Every tear shed in the darkness of my room, every evasive look in the street, every shiver of shame at the mere mention of a man… All of this accumulated, compacted, and took the form of an implacable resolution. The day of departure arrived, clear and cold.

His tone was laced with a subtle sorrow, as if remembering a gentler past. "Apologize?" Elara looked at Dante, her eyes hollow like two black holes. The hatred accumulated over two lifetimes reached its peak at this moment. With her love gone, only endless disgust remained. "Dante, you disgust me." Dante's expression froze. He had never heard Elara speak to him like this. Her father seized the opportunity, broke free, and raised the belt high, this time aiming for Elara's face. "You want to die? Ruin your face and see if you're still so stubborn! I'll grant your wish!"

Singh said, lower now, uglier now: “You sound just like her when cornered.” Noah moved before thinking. His hand swept the glass off the desk. It shattered against the wall. Both men breathed hard in the sudden noise. Noah stepped back first, jaw tight.“Don’t ever use her to get at me again.” Mr. Singh looked at the broken glass, then at his son. “You think anger makes you a man.” Noah grabbed his jacket. “No. But it helps me leave rooms like this.” He turned for the door.

The world goes silver-white at the edges, and somewhere far away the city’s field lights up like a struck bell because I have just shown it everything, every frequency, every limit, the whole map of what I am, just as they wanted. Somewhere above us a child starts crying. The sound comes thin through the residential walls, then cuts off too fast, swallowed by a door seal or a hand or the city itself deciding panic is bad for compliance. The cry does more damage than the Well. I am fighting with my own face while children sleep two corridors over in a place that has taught them not to run. The thought makes me angrier than the pain. Anger helps. Anger is crude, but it has handles.

Everything I did was described by Jewel as jealousy and ignorance, causing him to eventually see me as someone hateful and malicious. The way he threw materialistic gifts at me without any care or thought was just the beginning of his impatience with me. While I was surprised by his apology, I no longer expected anything from him because nothing would come out of it anyway.

“I… just want everything to calm down as soon as possible, Ma’am.” “That is exactly how it should be,” Mrs. Lestari replied with a faint nod. “But being the wife of a powerful businessman, especially the only son of this family, is not simply about waiting for problems to pass. You must learn how to position yourself. Stay silent when the moment calls for silence. Speak when it becomes necessary. And never let your emotions control you, even when your heart feels like it is burning.”