Born Of Frustration Novels & Stories

she breathed, a mixture of disbelief and hope in her voice. Lucas nodded, his expression pained yet resolute. "I was shunned and reviled simply for being born," he confessed, his voice heavy with the burden of his past. "My own heritage became a mark of shame, a heavy chain that bound me to a life of constant rejection."

I wanted to start from the ground up. I even asked my uncle to help me find a potion to mask my scent. I refused to rely on my bloodline. I wanted to earn every step. I rubbed my wrist slowly, my gaze locked on Emily. No matter how hard she tried to wear the dignity of someone born above others, the truth of her scent could not be erased. It clung to her bones. I spoke coldly, without raising my voice. "An Omega dares to lecture us about rank and worth?"

“No. Not while I still breathe.” She slammed her palms back into the soil. Her body convulsed as another wave of power ripped through her, raw and untamed. The energy fought her, wild as a storm, bucking against her will. Pain seared her arms as if her own veins were splitting open. But she did not relent. She shoved everything she had into the ground, every ounce of love, every stubborn ember of defiance. Around her, the shadows twisted. They writhed into shapes—faces, grotesque and mocking, carved from her own fears. They sneered at her with her mother’s disappointment, her father’s silence, her elders’ warnings that she was too wild, too reckless, too weak.

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It was not the quiet relief I'd watched settle over every other bonded pair in this room. It was ancient. Enormous. The particular violence of something contained for a very long time finally being released. And the fire came with it. Four seconds of warning — the heat surging from everything I'd managed for five solid days to something several orders of magnitude larger. Something I had no framework for containing. Then the four seconds were over.

This type of want and frustration does not come from mere things, like a watch or food, it comes from things you feel are your birthright, things you need so badly that you have earned the right to be frustrated and curse the heavens. To Pierce, that was his birthright, that was him being the Alpha. He felt it was his right and should not be snatched from him by the circumstances of his birth. And so what if his mother was a concubine? She was human, and since his father did not pay for it, he wondered why he, a fruit of their adult misadventures, would pay for it. So he fought hard for his father's approval and even cursed the moon goddess for making him a bastard instead of him having a no

It was cold at first making my grogginess fade quickly into irritation. As the water warmed I let out a long sigh releasing the tension slowly from my body. My eyes closed only to hear Sean's husky voice against my mind as the vision of his muscles came into focus. " Get a grip already!" I irritatedly said to myself as I grabbed the face wash and started to scrub my face a little harder than normal.

I groan, my voice getting louder at each word. I can feel the weird looks I am getting from passers-by, but I don't care. I'm frustrated, broke, and angry. It's not a new feeling. It's been a constant for the past five years. But then my current frustration is Jody, my co-worker at Reach Media. Jody just got engaged, and why is that frustrating to me? It's because I am bitter. I am a bitter, bitter person. I have been engaged for five fucking years and I don't even have a ring to show for it.

They can unearth something buried deep in the psyche, causing a monster to emerge where a man once stood. Frank was that monster. He was a man filled with hatred and frustration, emotions he could never seem to master or release in healthy ways. He physically projected this turmoil onto his family, turning what should have been a sanctuary into a battlefield. Most days in the Napier household descended into chaos, punctuated by shouting and the constant threat of violence.

“What is wrong, baby? Why are you crying, Keana? Did your brother hurt you? “I just got frustrated with something, mummy. I looked at my five-year-old daughter, wondering what would possibly make her frustrated. Does she even know what the words mean? It got me a little. “Tell me what the problem is, my darling. “I was just trying to write a poem but I couldn't get the words to come out right. I kept starting over and over again, but it just wasn't working and it made me cry, mummy. "It's okay, butterfly; sometimes inspiration doesn't come easy. It's normal to get frustrated when you're trying to create something and it's not working out the way you want it to. She nodded. "I know, mummy, bu