Furious Feeling Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Killian's Pov Walking out of that café, I was furious. No—furious didn’t even cover it. I was burning. My body was on fire, my chest felt tight. I had never been this angry before. I didn’t even know why I was so angry. But I was. I stormed to the car. Yanked the damn door open so fast, I swear, if it was some regular car, the handle would’ve come off. I didn’t care.

MONIQUE My therapist once told me about the four stages of rage. Annoyance, frustration, hostility—and then fury. I didn't think I had felt the first three, not really. But that final stage? The white-hot, blinding intensity of fury? I felt it now, burning through me like a fire I couldn't control.

Furious, Charlotte hurled her cup to the floor. It shattered with a loud crash against the marble, the fragments slicing her ankle and drawing blood. However, she did not feel any physical pain, only a fiery anger burning inside her. It was undeniable that just seeing Lucy stand there made her blood boil with rage. The mere thought of Juliana's partiality toward Lucy filled her with intense jealousy. She worked so tirelessly to build her reputation in the Charleston palace for over 20 years, only to have it crumble to dust the moment Lucy returned! In just a flash, their roles had been reversed.

How could I see her face after knowing she has murdered my best friend. Only a saint could do that. And I was no way near. "Fuc** Vivian! Why do you have to be like this!" Cursing ,I speed through the highway. Tracking the location my investigator sent me. I reach it to only rush it. It looked like a cheap club and my anger towards her rose like a volcano. Just wait my little Phoenix. I will definitely punish you for this stunt of yours when I get you back home. Pushing aside sweaty bodies,I try finding her to only have some who*** throw themselves at me, trying to touch my chest and seduce me.

FANGBORN'S LEDGER ♣ DARIUS ♣ It was a crazy morning. I hadn’t expected any guests at all, not after the gunfire before dawn. I only invited Lycus—but somehow, I ended up welcoming a few weirdos. I was burning inside with intensity. This wasn’t rage. Rage is for amateurs. This was something else—something older, darker. The kind of anger that waits ten years to pull a trigger. The kind that buries pack brothers and sends flowers to their widows.

And I would lie if I tell that every moment she doesn't make me feel like a damn lucky mate, because this amazing woman is mine. I meet his eyes and nod once. “Then let’s find her.” But before I can even take a step forward, suddenly something hits me low and hard, slamming into my chest and curling like smoke in my lungs. It claws up my throat before I even know what it is. Fury. Not the loud kind. Not fire bursting in your gut or screaming through your ribs. This is cold. Sharp. Quiet. It moves through the bond like a blade drawn slow. I taste it on my tongue... metallic, bitter, laced with something dangerous and unforgiving.

Furious, Nathan snatched up the flower vase from his room and threw it on the ground, causing it to break into a thousand pieces. His heart was pounding faster. He was unable to gain control over himself. ‘I never wanted her. It's Odessa I want. You are, therefore, killing yourself.’ his wolf added to his anger.

However, the emotion digging into my chest wasn't guilt, and my eyes were the shape of circles, Horror. Fear. Whoever this person was, wasn't just aware of our itinerary anymore, but had a way of getting into our private places. And I wasn't the only one frustrated at the fact that they seemed invincible. "Fuck!" Ferrara cursed as he slammed the sole of his shoes into the watch, tension rippling from his tone. Hell, even his shadows, cast in different parts of the expansive living room appeared angrier, as though pumped by the rage in his system.

Lucifer sat by the crackling fireplace, surrounded by the warmth of the flames. Despite the comforting atmosphere, an aura of rage surrounded him. His hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight and his eyes burning with anger. Lucian's and Alexa's moans ignited the fire within him. His face twisted into a scowl as he seethed with frustration. He couldn't contain the fury that coursed through his veins. It took every bit of restraint not to barge into the room and sever Lucian's head from his body.

My heart clenched as I saw Fedora's smile, her laughter frozen in time, and my mind raced with a flurry of emotions. Fury coursed through me like a wildfire, fueled by jealousy, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal. Why was she with him? How could she be laughing, glowing even, in the company of a rogue mutt? Questions swirled in my mind, and I felt a mixture of anger and hurt building up within me. The surge of emotions was overwhelming, threatening to consume my rational thoughts.