Bitter Rage Synonym Novels & Stories

Mind your business, bitch. "Who are you calling a bitch, you disgusting maggot? You deserve to die." I was filled with rage. "I'm a disgusting maggot. Did you just insult me?" "Yes, I did. I wish you were dead." I screamed with anger. The emotions, the pain and the sacrifices I made flowed through my veins.

“You’re a wolf, I didn’t expect your departure to be so slow and pitiful. It’s almost like you’re trying to suffer and drag it along rather than get out. And what was that…You can’t be sick.” I don’t know why, but his words trigger some deep anger in me, borne from maybe a lifetime of having it pointed out, and I snap. “I’m not a fucking wolf, I don’t have a fucking wolf, and I am moving as fast as I fucking can, given I can die from merely falling into a ditch the wrong way…. Because I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING WOLF!!!” The wave of rage somehow ignites enough energy to push me up to sit, then stand faster, and I brush down my cape with aggression, kicking my bag aside so it falls open, and bend

Pure, unadulterated rage consumed his entire being. ​"You worthless piece of trash! How dare you lay a finger on Angeline!"

I growled before storming out The rage boiled inside me, twisting into something I didn't recognize Everyone was just pissing me the fuck off!!

"They made me this! They made my family suffer! And they thought they could control it!" The rage consumed me, a blinding, all-encompassing inferno. The pain of my past, the humiliation, the betrayal, all condensed into a single, explosive force. The air shrieked around me, a high-pitched whine of building pressure. The ground buckled, groaning under the strain.

I began, "Being a bitch can't really really help you at this point," "What?!" She snapped, turning to face me, eyes blazing fire, "Excuse me?" I scoffed, arms crossed across my chest, "Don't you ever get tired?" I arched a brow, "Being bitter won't help you, you know? Why don't you just give up?" "Just because Ronan accepted you doesn't mean-"

Anger surged through him, hot and potent, coursing through his veins like wildfire. He turned his face away, unable to hide the storm of emotions raging inside him. His mind raced, thoughts colliding in a chaotic whirlwind. How could anyone think they had the right to lay a hand on her? His fists curled, nails biting into his palms. Images flashed through his mind, Lily's smile, the way she looked at him with those eyes that held galaxies the first time. Rage boiled over, threatening to consume him whole. Taking a deep breath, Aaron struggled to rein in his fury. He knew he had to finish his task with Alexander, but for now, he needed to calm the storm within, to be there for Lily, to protec

" The anger rose inside me like molten lava and I felt like a fu*king volcano, ready to burst open. Who the hell did he think I was? A cheap slut who wanted to sleep around. "I am not a whore," I spat back at him, the bitterness rising inside me with every second, leaving a bad taste in my mouth. "Right, if that's believable," he dismissively scoffed at me. The deadly stare he offered screamed his abhorrence. Those full lips I would have found utterly seductive if they weren't always sneering at me. "I…," he raised his hand gesturing for me to stop talking. His coal-black eyes brimming with rage.

I acknowledged it with the contempt it deserved and did nothing to stop the ones that followed, because stopping them took energy and I was busy being incandescent. They were not gentle tears. There was nothing soft or wounded about them. They came hot and sharp and tasted like something bitten through — like the inside of your cheek when your jaw has been clenched too long. It was not grief, what I felt. It was rage wearing grief's clothes.

I was humiliated , embarrassed but most importantly I was enraged - terribly incensed . Rage surged in my body leaving a hot charred blistering heat in its wake . I could feel the heat of my anger traveling up my neck and suffusing my head . My expression must have been terrible because both Selina and Ron were looking at me like I was a hungry T - Rex that was ready to rush out and chew up a good hundred and thousands , and honestly I was - I wished I could rip Jacob Knight's heart off his chest and gobble it up but did that guy even had a heart for me to rip out and even if he did , I was quite certain his heart would be nothing else but a blob of molten black tar .