Furious Feeling Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

My heart was beating too fast now, not just from fear but frustration. Stormy clicked his tongue inside my head. “There. That.” “What now?” “That feeling. Stop ignoring it.” I frowned slightly. “What feeling?” “The urge to fight.” I opened my mouth immediately to deny it. Then stopped. Because annoyingly enough… He was right. Buried underneath the fear and confusion was something hotter. Sharper. Every scream outside made my pulse spike harder. Every growl sent energy rushing beneath my skin like my body wanted to react even when my brain hesitated.

" Do you want me to kiss you or not? " Jennie couldn't answer. Something inside her wants but she can't do it. Jennie knew to herself that she hates the latter but something was odd about her and she noticed it at that moment. She held Lisa's shirt. The intense stare of the two made the atmosphere hot. Hormones started to get high.

He tried to get the words out but failed abysmally. Instead of responding Lexus just picked up his pace, misunderstanding the direction of the Brunet’s complaining completely. Azrin wasn’t sure if his next response was positive or negative as the next whimper to leave his lips was a mix of pain and pleasure. Lex caught the difference and was about to stop his motions when a harsh “Fucking Christ,” spilled from his lips.

Rage is a powerful feeling, it knotted your inside, and flared your desire, making all feelings succumb to the burning madness. The elf, Justus, I trusted him, fucked him, gave him my all, and damn if I now feel like the stupidest male alive. *****

It's like a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, and I wish I had some insight into his perspective. My heart pounds in my chest as Austin's furious voice fills the room, overpowering everything else. "What the fuck is going on here?" The sheer force of his words sends a shiver down my spine, and I'm left stunned, unable to utter a single word. It feels as if the sound waves of his voice are vibrating and echoing in my ears, intensifying the already tense atmosphere.

How many more times would I stand here, taking it, feeling myself hollow out under their hatred? The spark flared, rising through my veins, until it felt like fire coursed through me. I could feel it in my chest, in my fists, in the air burning in my lungs. I clenched my hands so hard my knuckles ached, and for a moment, everything narrowed to that feeling. The shame, the pain—all of it twisted and morphed into something else. Fury. Raw, unrestrained fury.

Have you ever heard about killer looks, and not in the good way, well let me just tell you that Liam's facial expression is meant to put me six feet under. He is definitely not happy, that's a big exaggeration because he is furious, I can practically feel his fury all the way from where he is to where I am and it's choking the life out of me, but for the life of me I can't honestly think of what would make him so angry, so mad and by the looks of it all that fury is all directed at me.

the words spilled out, frantic, tripping over themselves. Another man lurked nearby, his eyes darting around. And there was Damien, a few paces away with his gun trained on the bastard who had Kiera pinned down. Time seemed to stretch, each second dragging like molasses as I struggled to process the scene unfolding before me. I shoved the car door open so hard it nearly bounced back at me, my boots hitting the ground with purpose. Fury ripped through me fast filling every inch of me until I could barely think straight. Damien glanced over, and yeah, that look? It wasn’t just anger, it was the kind that comes with claws. Spite sat right behind it, like he was one breath away from losing it co

Just then his phone rings, he press the answer button and bring it to his ear. "Yes?" He listens to the caller and clenched his jaw, his eyes turns black and the veins in his face starts showing. I've seen Fred get angry but I've never seen him get furious and right now, he's in rage. He angrily punch his car's window and the glass breaks. He ends the call and angrily enters his car, I quickly enter after him. What did they tell him that got him this angry? . . We made it to the penthouse in less down twenty minutes because of Fred's rough driving.

Fury surged through my veins, a primal rage that threatened to consume me entirely. Without hesitation, I made my way to the meeting with Beta King Tyler's family without much expectations of what they had to say. Anger burned within me, fueling my every step even when I tried to control myself. The storm brewing inside mirrored the tempest raging outside as if the elements themselves sensed the turmoil within my soul. The wind howled and the rain poured down relentlessly, amplifying the intensity of the situation.