Eren Anger Novels & Stories

I'm in the middle yet no one saw it except Andy who chuckled silently and shrugged her shoulders off. “The Chief Executive Officer, Mr. Rage Thompson went here to complain someone's attitude towards him. I'm not happy with what you people did. It's a shame to our department to hear it especially from him.” Mrs. Agapita, our head spoke infront. Mouth hanged open, I slowly stand up to not get caught by her. Heat flushed my cheeks, I felt like I was hit bull's eye. He saw what I did that he smirked. I can't help not to roll my eyes at somewhere.

Every fiber of my being surged with a potent mix of anger and determination, my voice dripping with venomous fury. "You thought you could harm her and get away with it?" I seethed, my voice low and menacing. "You underestimated me, Elijah. You underestimated the depth of my love and the lengths I'll go to protect her." Without warning, I lunged at him, my fists flying with primal force. Blow after blow landed on Elijah's face, each strike resonating with the pent-up rage within me. I unleashed my anger upon my enemy, fueled by the sheer injustice inflicted upon my beloved.

- You always play with us. Klaus looks at the three little ones with disdain. - I will never play with babies ever again. I'm a man. I have real friends now. - Klaus? - Angel says with tears in his eyes. – are you angry with me? - I'm not angry. I'm just not going to play with you anymore. If you insist, I'll hit you. You're nothing but a chubby baby. I bet you still wet the bed. - I'm not a baby, and I don't wet my bed – replies Angel with his hands on his hips.

There’s a strange clarity to my anger—a focus that makes every sense sharper, every movement precise. The moment I reach the edge of the hideout, I don’t stop to think. I kick down the door, wood splintering under the force of my boot, and I step inside, feeling every ounce of anger, every piece of heartbreak, flood through me like a dam breaking. The witches turn, eyes wide with shock, but I don’t give them a chance to scream.

"He was just there, staring hard at me like a ghost. Not talking to me, but still won't let me be." Mara noted like a Councilor, a corner of her lip twitching. "That's a good start. Anger itself means connection. That's your own weapon to succeed in this fight. Now, you go again. Repeat the same thing, but this time, try and feel where he is "

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the

I seethed and she gasped in anger. "I'm sorry but we have to go," my mom's voice erupted and I saw her entering her car. "Tell your boy I say hi." I told the woman and got into my mom's car. "Seat belts," She ordered and I groaned. "I don't need one." I replied and she glared at me. "Whatever." I mumbled and put on the seat belt, sticking out my tongue childishly at her. The drive was silent and tension filled. I could feel the waves of anger flowing through us.

she deadpan wrapping her arms around her chest in a defensive mood before leaning back against the door frame. Frank only shook his head in disagreement as he squared his shoulders with a new kind of courage. "I know what I said yesterday okay? And pretty much everything was said out of anger and frustration so you need to hear me out" "Anger doesn't justify you walking out on me and saying all those demeaning words like nothing mattered other than your bruised ego" Frank gave a half hearted chuckle at Aria's accusations which only made her to blow up the more in total frustration.

Long gone was the old Angela Clampitt who used to be scared and submissive to everyone’s whim. Daniela lost control. “I will kill you!” She screeched and stabbed her claws into Angela’s neck who hissed. “And then your bastard child…” Before she could complete the sentence, something inside Angela snapped. It broke the last thin line of patience she was holding onto. Anger rose in every cell of her body and her hazel eyes flashed orangish spitting fire before she ferociously snarled, “Touch him… and you are dead.” With a force that even shocked her, Angela shoved Daniela so hard that she flew backward and crashed onto the floor with a scream.

. Angry that Annalia is still dwelling in the past and finds it hard to move on and she still doesn't want any help. Sad for the same reason as to why I am angry. I exhale and continue to walk. It would definitely take sometime before I go back home. I really wonder how she is doing.I take a U-turn still having no idea of where I am going to, I just want to walk until I feel that I am calm. I've been known for having trouble with managing my anger and honestly it really isn't a pleasant sight. It has broken most of the friendships and relationships ships that I have had in the past, most at times it always gave me the confidence I needed to say some very ugly words which were quite unpleasan