Furious Feeling Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"The loudest one in the room is the weakest one in the room." - Frank Lucas MELODY POV "I wouldn't have done that if I were you." Fury was a thick consistency of molten lava coating my veins as I hissed the words. I was fuming... Matter of fact, fuming was not even on the threshold to describe what I was feeling. It was not even close. I was stuck on the cross between the pain that pierced right in my heart and wanting to find Caius and ripping him into shreds before feeding his remains to his excuse of a son. I have never felt such a strong urge to destroy in all my life, to the point where I was trembling. I raised my hand and eyed it, it was shaking, badly, and it couldn't fuckin stop.

Solo. My body hurts. My head stumbles. Lucas is in where? One hears a door creaking open. I sit quickly. It's him. Lucas here. His face is damaged, blood splattered over his temple. But his eyes, wild as they are, Very desperate. ravenous. Furious. He comes to me in a storm. down to his knees. Grasp my face between his hands. "Are you hurt?" He speaks in a raw manner. I give a shake of my head. "I—":

Something that made my skin crawl with unease and set every nerve on edge. Rage pulsed through the bond. Not worry or frustration, but pure, violent fury that didn't feel like it belonged to the man I'd left in his chambers hours ago. It felt wild, untamed, dangerous—like a storm barely contained within human flesh. Something was wrong. Terribly, urgently wrong.

He stumbles back, more stunned than hurt. The air between us fractures. My hand flies to my mouth. My breath uneven. Felix stares at me, something dark and tangled flashing across his face. Anger. Desire. Challenge.

A loud buzzing started in my ears like a low hum, intensifying with every passing second until it threatened to drown out all my logic. I wanted to lash out, scratch his face, scream at the top of my lungs at the sky. I finally understood what wolves meant by a crime of passion because I was so damn furious I could kill a male right now. Kairo Adeyemi was a fucking bastard. A manipulative, arrogant, cruel bastard. Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires breached the heavy fog of my anger, but I did not even raise my head to look down the dirt road. I just focused entirely on the boiling fury inside my chest, picturing all the ways I could destroy Kairo.

I gripped the steering wheel with all my strength. The burning front of the car scraped hard against the safety barrier, sending a shower of sparks into the air. Amid the crashing sounds, I clearly heard the two of them screaming as they dialed for help. “Someone, hurry! Jane’s gone mad!” “She’s trying to kill us! She’s going to crash into us!” As the structure beneath the commentator booth began to sway dangerously, I twisted the wheel sharply. The car brushed perilously close to a concrete pillar, leaving a shocking scratch in its wake.

I can hear my nerves throbbing in vexation. “Not when nothing is on the right track. My mother is in the hospital, my wife and I just had a heated argument yesterday, and my company is already reeling from substantial losses in the past week. Fucking one week alone. And now this fucking shit comes screaming over my head. So, yes, you’re right. It’s fucking not the situation to lose my sanity, Leo. But definitely to go bonkers.” The frustration was so intense that I slammed my hand onto the dashboard with force, releasing some of the pent-up rage. My words were laced with fury, echoing the surge of anger coursing through my veins.

Keondra stepped back in a low whine. She stood before the mirror, her eyes fixed on the reflection that stared back. The glassy surface revealed a creature that was both familiar and yet, utterly alien. The fur was matted with blood, her eyes glowed with an unnatural light, a piercing red that seemed to burn with an inner fire. Red saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming a sticky thread that clung to the furry chin. Her gaze wandered down her body, taking in the thick, muscular limbs, the razor-sharp claws that gleamed like polished bone.

My heart pounded in my chest as I found myself surrounded. Carmine's face contorted with frustration, his brows furrowing in anger. The intensity in his voice was palpable as he let out a frustrated exclamation that echoed through the air. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, his words dripping desperation. The weight of the situation hung heavy in his words as he rallied everyone around him. "Everyone, fall back to your designated positions! No matter what happens today, we must need those papers at all costs."

Fiona couldn't contain how she was feeling, in fact, she couldn't explain herself, her entire system was burning like an inferno, her entire brain felt swollen like a tsunami, and she felt like she was about to combust and burn into smithereens. "This can't be, " she thought to herself as she clenched her fist tighter, digging her nails deeper into her palm till it ached so much but the anger in her mind prevented her from feeling such pain. she clenched her teeth hard and glanced at Ariana who was pampering her son with loving smiles on their faces, she felt her head swell up with insane rage.