Eren Anger Novels & Stories

I notice a new person with that bastard Denver Wangley, who has dared to talk back to me even after witnessing the personified death itself. “Yes! I am asking you! Because I don't care who the hell are, because you have interrupted something very important to me and it makes me so mad and angry. And when I am angry then I don't care who is standing in front of me, as I just go crazy and beat the shit out of anyone who dares to come in my way, like this–”

* He clenched his jaw, the anger hardening into something colder and more dangerous. “But I’m not finished yet.”

The air between us crackled with tension, but I remained resolute, determined to maintain my stance. His anger surged like a tempest, his voice resonating with fury as he unleashed his frustration upon me. "Who do you think you are," he bellowed, his words echoing through the room, "to ignore me when I'm talking to you?" The intensity of his outburst reverberated in the air, leaving no doubt about the depth of his displeasure.

he roared with his voice booming with anger. Angela, however, seemed unfazed by his anger. She stood there with her eyes glinting with malice. “I’m just making sure that she knows her place.” she said with her voice a low growl. “She’s nothing but a little whore, and she needs to stay away from you.” Den with his face contorted with rage, stepped towards Angela, his hand reaching out as if to grab her. “Don’t you dare talk to her like that.” he thundered, his voice shaking with anger.

I stepped closer, venom in my tone as I snapped, “Take everyone who annoys me with you. That would do me the greatest favor. And you don't hear me screaming because I am debating on chopping off your balls or your cock, which would be a lot more painful. You know you are a wolf and I am. I can fight you just as much as you can fight me. The difference is I am now annoyed. And I don't do well with those that annoy me.” “I think that your anger is misguided.” “And I think that you don't know shit to decide whatever it is that's angering me now, let me go before I really allow myself to take out whatever it is that I'm picturing. Making sure that you feel every other second that proves pain. Yo

My mother already did that The anger in me was a raging inferno. My wounds, the ones I hadn't even bothered to tend to, felt like mere scratches compared to the burning ache in my chest. I needed to something, to release the pent-up fury I was feeling right now. “D'Angelo, anything?” I barked, my voice rough with barely contained rage. D'Angelo, our hacker, was a ghost in the computer room, hunched over the screens, his face pale with fear. He didn't even dare look at me.

Andrew pressed, like he was scolding a child too blind to notice the danger around her. I stared into his vengeful eyes, my heart pounding with conflicting emotions. I just couldn’t understand the depth of his anger—what had Enzo done to make him carry so much hate? It wasn’t just spur-of-the-moment rage. I could see it on his face—the deep-seated resentment, the years of quiet loathing waiting for the perfect moment to erupt.

PENELOPE'S POV~ I saw rage building in Angus, it was like watching a volcano about to erupt. His eyes turned from a warm brown to a dark, steely gray, and I could see the tendons in his neck tensing with the effort of controlling his anger. His teeth clenched together, grinding against each other with a terrifying intensity. He took a step forward, as if he were about to pounce, and the snarl that escaped his lips sent a chill down my spine.

My anger surged, rendering me impervious to any attempt at mediation. In that moment, my fury overshadowed any desire for a peaceful resolution—I was prepared to confront Ava head-on. I was so mad I didn't want anything that would stop me from tearing Ava apart if that's what I had to do to get some semblance of respect into her head. The intensity of my emotions clouded reason, and the prospect of confrontation loomed large. Alana's well-intentioned intervention faltered in the face of my seething rage, and the room became a battleground for a clash between resentment and the desperate pursuit of understanding.

Mrs Anderson said in resignation. "Mummy, don't worry. I had a choice in all of this. I could have ignored them, and they wouldn't have gotten me, but I got angry. I didn't just get angry, I allowed my anger to take the better part of me. My boss tried to warn me, but I was too angry to listen. Listening to him scold me, I could feel in his voice he did all he could to prevent me from going into such a mess, but I was too stubborn," Angela said, taking the blame.