Furious Feeling Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

' the anger she felt made her chest ache like crazy, as her nails dug into her palm. "Cruz, fucking stop it, he's gonna die." Frost was quick to pull Cruz away from Bryan who had gone unconscious already, bleeding all over, especially his nose. "Damn..." Cruz's hand raked through his hair before he walked towards Charvie pulling her with him out of the corridor. A Ferrari 812 super fast car slashed through the night wind of a lonely road in a frenzy, only the roaring of the engine could be heard.

Uncertainty and mixed feelings consumed her as doubt crept in. The commotion soon spread like wildfire, echoing through the corridors of the villa. It didn’t take long for the noise to reach Alex’s ears. The moment he heard his wife’s frantic cries mixed with accusations of attempted rape, something snapped within him. Fury overtook every rational thought, and he stormed down the hallway with a thunderous roar, his eyes blazing with fury.

It seemed that their performance tonight would get them a lot of comments and bully from CreepyHells Channel fans. After leaving the house, they got back into the car and drove straight home. On the way, Luna looked back several times while continuing to feel uncomfortable. "Hey, what's going on?" asked Elly. "I feel like something is following us." "Who?" Sean who was driving was curious as he looked in the rearview mirror, but the road was empty and there was no one else but them. "I don't know. I just feel like... there's something wrong." Luna felt a bit nervous, and suddenly.... "Sean, watch out!"

He felt his blood boil as he gripped the steering wheel. Pressing on the accelerator, Jamie let the speed calm his nerves. Emma’s recent phone call was still playing in his head and as he reminisced her words, he felt as though his blood boiled. Consumed by anger, he found a desperation to destroy something, watch it crumble in front of his eyes just so he could find an outlet. However, he struggled to place an object that he could direct all his frustration to.

***** KADE Fury. Unbridled white hot fury unlike anything I had ever felt before was coursing through me on a closed circuit. I had my walls firmly in place to block out as much of my emotions and thoughts as possible incase anything slipped through the bond, but that was the best I could do. The bitch would die for this – for the pain she caused my mate as well as throwing her past onto the fucking walls as if it was primetime television for her own amusement.

Anger has taken a hold of me, an intense, burning sensation that courses through my veins and boils in my stomach. No words can accurately explain the outrage consuming me. My fists clench at my sides, and all rational thought has been replaced by pure rage. This is not like me; I'm usually quite gentle and composed - but right now, I feel anything but calm.

She turned her back on the food that now sizzled and burned, her focus consumed by her own seething fury. As the acrid smell of charred food permeated the air, Hailee stormed away, her anger burning bright. The walls of her confinement seemed to close in on her, a suffocating reminder of the animosity that now defined her relationship with Sebastian. She vowed to harness her rage, to channel it into her pursuit of the truth, no matter the cost. And in that moment, as her fury consumed her, there was no room for optimism or hope—only a burning desire for retribution.

Something I hadn’t seen in a long time. The fury that hit me was instant. Blinding. Dangerous. My body tensed, every muscle in me ready to break, to kill and to maim. The urge to walk over to Cross and rip his damn head off overwhelmed me. I strode towards the both of them at once.

Furious. His scent hit. My eyes blurred, heart splitting open. His grip tightened as his eyes roamed my body. His chest rose and fell like a beast barely caged. His golden eyes burned as he slowly turned to where Terran crashed. And he roared.

He hates it when I call him chubby cheeks but he calls me that but I never complain. We were just a few steps from entering the school building when we heard a car crash. We turned. Scratch what I said. Actually a car... No!. A Porsche hit my car. Fury , rage...name them all, were all the emotions running in my body. I worked my ass off to pay for that car. I started fuming with wrath. I wanted to kill someone.