Furious Feeling Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

she said and pulled him closer to herself, as she smashed her lips and kissed him passionately like her whole world depended on it. Could Felix's mother be right? Share your thoughts? What are your thoughts on them TeamLindaXAlessandro or Nah

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

I pressed down harder on the gas pedal, feeling the engine roar to life beneath me. The anger coursing through my veins was electric, igniting a fierce determination within. “Fucking bitch,” I muttered, filled with pain and resolve. I was done—too close to the edge to turn back. Pockets shifted beside me, resting his warm head on my lap, but his affection barely registered. My thoughts spiraled, emotions roiling within me. Fury coursed through me, every memory of Stacey Sherbourn slicing at my heart. I had devoted three years to her, only to uncover her lies.

Luna’s POV Fury blazes through my veins, scorching me from the inside out. Every inch of my body feels like it’s vibrating with anger as Dante drags me through the dimly lit hallways, indifferent to my struggle. He doesn’t care—about my fear, my defiance, or my will. I’m nothing more than something for him to control, and the way he acts makes me want to scream. But the tape over my mouth keeps me silent, suffocating my rage.

It began happening with more and more frequency; the tightness and then the release¡­same scenario, different facts. She is just sitting in class, minding her own business and one girl is wearing a denim jumper almost like the one she is wearing; except Juicy's outfit is not a knock-off like the other girl's. And her friends are snickering and making fat jokes. For a moment, Juicy thinks, 'I shouldn't have worn this. I'm never wearing this again¡­' The next minute she is picturing Felix's face when he picked this outfit for her. Juicy knows that rage has a distinct flavor. She tastes it on her tongue, it's like a copper penny or maybe just the taste in your mouth when your Momma runs a

Rage. My veins seemed to swell with it, overflowing like an uncorked bottle of champagne. I clutched my fist tightly, ready to unleash the storm that was brewing within me at Lucian's words. Protectiveness and frustration whirled around me in a dangerous dance, making the air thick and heavy.

Dazed, she slowly rose to her feet, giving a small shake of her head. She was still struggling to clear her brain when there was a blur of motion. Damn. Flynn was trying to escape. Fury boiled through her. A white-hot, ancient anger that carried the force of a volcano. This was the evil monster who’d cursed her. He was going to pay.

Toke`s POV. Fury ran as a black lightning bolt between the threes. He heard her scream. That silent sound traveled with the air through the dense forest, but his sensitive ears snapped it up. Rage exploded in his chest, and I gave him all control. He didn't even care that the others fell behind us as he bolted. The closer we came, the more evident her smell became. Her sweet voice sounded so different. That usually so feisty and sassy mouth sounded scared. And I didn't like it one bit! The panic and fear I've been feeling the last couple of days manifested deep inside my chest. She was hurt. What had they done to her? The desperation to see her again had been eating me up alive!

My plan of distracting Dante with Evelyn has failed. The emotions overwhelmed me. The pain, anger, and sadness intertwined, creating a storm within my heart. I couldn't believe that this was happening. Frustration boiled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. I grabbed the nearest objects and hurled them across the room, their crashing sounds echoing my outrage. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing became heavy and erratic.

her voice was a whisper, a mixture of confusion and alarm. I could feel the anger pulsing through my veins, a primal force that demanded release. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides, a physical manifestation of the internal struggle I was waging. The possessive instincts that surged within me were overwhelming, a surge of emotions that threatened to consume my rationality.