Eren Anger Novels & Stories

______________________________________________________________________ 💜Daniel💙 I'm very fast to anger. I've got the worst temper and everyone always criticize me of it. Except for my dad who I took it from, and my manager who says it's good for me to be able to charge at my opponent. Anyway, little things make me angry. But usually I get amused when I see Agnes threatening girls because of me. I find it as entertainment, seeing her fight so much for something she can never get. I should have known that she was going to come after Unugwa.

Her eyes can hardly be opened because of the bruises. Adam felt his anger boiling in his veins like molten lava, ready to erupt at any moment. His heart raced and his fists clenched as he struggled to contain the intense emotion that threatened to consume him. It was as if his blood had turned into a fiery river, fueled by his rage and frustration. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the anger refused to subside. It coursed through his body like a powerful current, urging him to lash out and seek revenge. "You know what Adam, I've always wondered what's with this girl that both of you and Antonio are ready to risk everything for this bitch," said Marcel.

Forget it They are angry.

Angelo There comes a point in life where everything just clicks. In this case I want to do things right and spend more time with my family. The latter is easier to achieve after you fix your mess and start on a clean slate . When Arabella came to town with my cousin who I now found out is my uncle's child ; I was angry, iffy, and anxious. All three of those feelings are a major trigger . What they trigger in me is rage, that's beyond control. It triggers rouge rage . I rarely lose my temper unless I really want to protect what matters to me the most.

What about her? She couldn't help but feel hurt, her chest was tight because of the sudden pain. She let out a sigh because she felt like she was going to run out of breath due to the intense pain. She glared at him angrily. She didn't know what she looked like while doing that. Her friends say that she is not visibly angry because her face is so bossy.

"I dont care, if you want that fake booby Barbie to drag her fake claws all over you then be my guest." She wasn’t angry in the way I’d seen her get angry before. This wasn’t just irritation—it was rage. Real rage. "I didn’t let it go on," I said, trying to explain, trying to keep my voice steady. "I thought I could handle it. I didn’t want to make it worse. You have to understand, I thought—"

“Still time to leave.” “Nah,” Elliot says. “I’d hate myself forever if I missed watching Aldren have to go claw to claw for once in his sniveling life.” “Good point,” Dex says from behind me. A few of his enforcers relax slightly at the banter, though not much. Understandable given the fact that we are still waiting for more allies. That is, if any show. That doesn't worry me. Most people think that in a fight, anger makes you reckless. And it certainly can, if it blinds you. But honed anger, the icy hot rage that comes from those you love being at stake and you back against the wall, well, that makes you dangerous.

“I did not mean to.” Ryan looked around carefully. Nobody appeared injured. Thank the gods for that small mercy. “What happened?” Aria swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “I got angry.” That terrified her most of all. Not grief. Not fear. But simple, ordinary anger. Something so human and relatable. A training wolf had made a cruel comment about her, nothing unusual in the current climate of suspicion. She had felt the hurt deeply. Then the anger had risen. And suddenly the entire field had frozen without any conscious intention or control on her part.

The human version of Hulk as the announcer had called him. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, like a predator ready to devour its prey. He had eliminated four men before me. I was the last guy on the list since my entry came late. I hadn't planned on going to fight but after Kris shut me out, I needed to take my anger out on something or particularly someone. I'd never been good with anger management. When vexed, someone dies. It's how I'd been trained. The bell went off signalling for the fight to start. Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face.

An angry opponent makes mistakes. That’s what my father and Caleb never understood. Anger is a weapon to their thinking, not a liability. Black is cast from the same mould. I’ve wound him up by staying calm, by being polite, and most of all by humiliating him, and he can’t see clearly through the red mist of fury. He’s three hundred pounds of muscle and rage, as unstoppable, dangerous and terrifying as a runaway locomotive, charging down on me. His free hand is out with claws ready, blocking any escape. Blinding sunlight flashes from the silver of his blade as it sweeps down.