I Am Stronger Than Anger Novels & Stories

I can't be weak, not now! I must never let myself be weak! My friend ending things with me isn't the end of the World. My world doesn't revolve around one person. If she doesn't want me then it's fine by me. I'll just avoid her and move on. Though it hurts I just have to do this. I have to become stronger. I have to be prepared to fight back! If Angela is the culprit then she better be ready to pay. No one messes with Stella Ellison and gets away.

I struggle, my anger rising when I realise he’s using just one hand. Why is he so fucking strong?! “Unhand me!” I snarl. “Are you going to warm up?” He asks coldly. I clench my jaw, my heart thundering as I stare back at him defiantly. I can feel my anger ready to burst inside of me once more. A part of me wants to say fine and pull away, but another part of me wants to see him snap - to lose control, so I have an excuse to do the same. I’m doing it again, but even though I know that, I won’t back down. “No. I’m not.”

I muttered to myself. As I stood there I could feel the anger boiling inside me, consuming every inch of my being. It was as if a fire had ignited within me, fueling my emotions. My heart raced, my fists clenched, and my face flushed with frustration. I couldn't contain the overwhelming surge of anger, and it felt like an explosion waiting to happen. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, I walked towards the mirror in the room and the sight I saw made me even angrier.

I'd told myself that doing that was me trying to get back at him, but seeing Tamia almost die had altered my brain chemistry in a way I wasn't sure would ever remain that same. Rowan’s words kept replaying like a sick lullaby: “The only way to break free is to go against him.” He never said it would cost someone’s life, he never said it would make me the monster in everyone’s eyes. Maybe if it had, I would have changed my mind. I laughed once, a hollow sound that bounced off the walls and came back at me, colder. “You wanted strength,” I whispered to myself. “Here it is.” The panic that had been sitting in my chest began to turn to something else, something hotter and sharper. I recognized i

Any emotion besides anger weakened you. And I couldn't afford to be weak. I had thousands of people relying on me, thousands to lead. So, I embraced the anger, allowing it to course through my veins until my body shook uncontrollably. Burning, seething anger. I glared at her, once again pointing my gun in her direction. Her eyes widened, and she let out a cry, clutching her chest. The girl shook her head vigorously, her lips moving soundlessly as though she was desperate to communicate.

A painful weird sensation spread across my chest, and I realized that I hated to see her cry. I was assaulted by overwhelming emotions, like an uncontrollable torrent. It felt like a storm brewing inside me with no place to release its destructive energy. I couldn’t control myself, couldn’t stop my anger. I was supposed to be stronger than this. I had been trained from childhood to never be a slave to my emotions. And yet here I was, powerless against my own anger. “You bring out the worst in me,” I growled, pulling her towards me. “You mean the best,” she sniffled, leaning closer into my embrace.

Theo POV. I’m angry, I’m always angry, it’s not my hand, it’s in my DNA, I think I was born like that, I don’t know how to deal with all of the anger in me. I’m not NF, I don’t rap my anger out, I don’t do drugs, and I want to take it out on someone, on anyone, I want to take all of this anger out of me.

he said softly, his forehead resting against mine. “I’m angry,” I admitted, my voice cracking slightly. “And scared. But mostly angry. I spent years shrinking myself for him, thinking if I just loved him enough he’d stop hurting me. Now I’m finally fighting back, and he’s coming at me harder than ever. But I’m not going back to being small, Cam. I’m not. I can’t.” “You’re not small,” he said fiercely, his eyes locking onto mine. “You’re the strongest person I know. And I’m right here. We’ll face whatever comes next together. I won’t let him hurt you again.”

Barely avoiding another blow, by the raging bull. I felt something rise in my throat. My shock was quickly being replaced with anger. I was angry at everything. The rising heat that had haunted me for days, increased in intensity. My chest burned as though something that was locked away was being freed… And I let it. My perception sharpened, everything became clear and sharp to me. I felt my veins pumping my blood but this time I felt something else was being pumped into my muscles, I clenched my eyes, savoring the taste of strength that flooded my system.

But the anger burned brighter than the pain, fueling me as I wiped at my face with the back of my hand. I wouldn’t let him break me. Not like this.