Eren Anger Novels & Stories

Anger isn't always an outspoken emotion, but it always is a dangerous one. Dad's anger uncoils rapidly, in increasing degrees of piss-tacity, like a boa constrictor disentangling itself from an oak. He stares at me slack jawed. Even the black shadow that has pooled around his feet under the flame of the bulb and stretched toward me looks incredulous. They both stay there staring, still as rock.

“You fucking daughter of a stripper! You’ll see what I do to you!” Her eyes blaze with fury, her face contorted in a mask of rage. The venom in her voice is evident, each word dripping with hatred. I can see the veins in her neck bulging, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turn white. She is trembling with anger, barely able to contain herself. I chuckle, amazed at her audacity, her blatant disregard for the situation she's in. Her anger only fuels my resolve, strengthening my determination to see this through.

“Your words imply this was not intentional. She sneered. You had no intention to hurt Clinton, right?” Anita alternated her rage between speaking with the person on the phone and facing the issue at hand. Her angry comments, "You don't know what you're doing, and this cannot continue," amused me after the second sentence. From my screen position, it was apparent Anita directed her fury toward both the caller and their error-based situation. She vented her anger toward both the careless person who caused Clinton's injury and the unfortunate situations driving the incident. As the dispute grew worse, Anita's voice soared while her words spewed out instantly one after another. She demanded imme

From the sound of her voice Erlangga could tell the scream that came out of Andien's mouth was not fear but deep anger. "You guys go away. I'll handle it!" Erlangga ordered the nurse who was still looking after Andien. "You know, anger doesn't always get you everything," Erlangga said after he was alone with Andien.

Angie could not say how she felt right now. There was just a rush of anger that she had to vent out. Anger and shame welled up in her heart. She did not want to think about anything, did not want to care about what occasion it was. She started to fight the person in front of her. Her moves were extremely skillful. It was the experience she got after spending her childhood in the most dangerous places. However, the other party was a man with more fighting experience than her. He won against her in both technique and strength.

She should appreciate him. “You’ll drive,” Anthony said to her when they walked to the place she parked. Anger got him overly energized. His heart rate increased excessively. If he drove in that condition, they might have a run-in with the police, or even get involved in an accident. He must blow off some steam, otherwise the energy and anger would trigger his beast into action.

Full-blown аngеr is rаgіng thrоugh mе. Angеr аnd fеаr. IA іѕ сlеаrlу out fоr blооd. My blood. Sсhmіtt аttасkеd еvеrу wоrd I said. Hе turned everything аrоund. Hе аlmоѕt ѕuggеѕtеd I рlаnnеd thіѕ frоm thе ѕtаrt.

The first drag hit my lungs hard, burning in that familiar way that said maybe I’d finally calm the fuck down. I didn’t. I kept smoking, dragging hard and fast like the faster I inhaled, the quicker I’d exhale the anger. But that’s not how it works. Anger isn’t air—it’s glue. It sticks to your ribs, lines your throat, clogs everything up till all you can do is growl and curse and smoke until there’s nothing left but a filthy filter and a filthy mood. “I’m not a fucking ATM,” I muttered to no one. “Not a goddamn piggy bank. I’m not even a son to him anymore, and now he shows up like it’s some Sunday dinner reunion? Miss me with that bullshit.”

“All of those.” “Which one sits heaviest?” I ask. She considers this with more seriousness than I expected. “Anger.” She says. “I am very angry.” “At the situation?” I ask. “Or at a specific person?” “Both.” She says. “The situation for existing. And specific people for allowing it to exist.” “When you say specific people.” I say carefully. “Who comes to mind first?” She looks at me with eyes that are Brittany’s eyes, but just older and even more colder.

James was extremely annoyed when he heard Angie scolding him like that. He wanted to punch this skinny, damned, and zombie-like woman to death. However, he had exhausted every way to build a good image in front of Gloria, he could not just lose that all because of this woman. James gritted his teeth and endured it while smiling gently. "Angie…" "How dare you call my name! How dare you! I'm asking you, how dare you call my name? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Angie immediately stood up and cursed at James. She looked very much like a crazy person in that situation.