I Am Stronger Than Anger Novels & Stories

First losing my mom before I even got to know her, could even remember her, and then she let me grow up like I did and now, I have a mate who plays ping pong with my heart, and it feels like I'm about to explored. I keep going from upset to angry and while I want to curl up in a ball and cry until I pass out my anger is overriding it and right now I just want to scream and shout and destroy everything in sight. I've always been fairly quiet, had no choice but to be that way but for some reason right now I feel stronger than I ever have and ready to take down everything that's in my sight.

I don't know if it's from anger or fear. With every bit of strength, anger and hatred flowing through my body, I slap the man so hard that my handprint is left on his cheek. I never felt so fucking proud of myself.

If a woman is too hurt, the pain is the strength. Coupled with great anger, and maybe if released it will form a fire that is ready to burn. 'So don't try to play with me, Mas, my heart is satisfied to see it. "Hurry up, Ma'am! Quickly help me!" Oh shit! Tuti hugged me tightly from behind. Wanting to fight is difficult because his strength is also strong. Mbak Imar also ran over.

I couldn’t believe how, in seconds, my day could change so quickly. My chest became sore from the anger building up inside of me. It was like my chest was caving in from the feeling of not being able to protect myself—what would my mom, the greatest warrior, think of me now for giving up so easily? I took a deep inhale, using the last ounce of strength I had left, pushing out all of the anger left resting inside of me.

And lastly, I heard him tell me to own my shit, and to fight for what's mine. Instead of the fear there was now anger. Anger at all those who thought it was okay to prey on the weak. Before that whole incident I would never have let anyone get away with slapping me like that. So maybe Colton was right, and maybe it was time to take the power back, and what better way than to wipe the floor with this smarmy bitch. I knew I was going to be okay when I started laughing, which only seemed to enrage her even more.

But it wouldn’t ever happen to my tainted and wrecked womb. Nothing will ever grow in you, Angeline. Only death. “Cut off the pity party, Angie-girl. You are a strong woman and fire will rise inside of you, bring justice and maybe even peace. We need no man or bushy tail; it doesn’t matter how sexy said tail is.” Cal barked, and I strained my spine, not letting the crippling feeling of defeat bend me. She was right. I was strong, and I didn’t need love or this kind of stuff.

I lunged forward, but the restraints held me back. Her smile faltered just a little. "You're furious. That's great. I still have control over you. That means you're still mine." "You're delusional. Go to hell." She slapped me. The sting rang in my ears, but I didn't flinch. My hands clenched into fists. If the restraints weren't cutting off my circulation, I'd have wrapped them around her neck. But I held onto the anger. Because anger was clarity. Anger was armor. Anger would keep me from caving in.

I grab him and punch his face and use my left hand to claw his neck. He punches me but I don’t feel it. I am fighting now with anger in my heart. When we were growing up, we were taught and told that we should fight with anger because it will only mess up our minds which will make us lose in battle as we are fighting with our emotions leading us. A true artist doesn’t fight with his or her emotions taking the part of the leader. But I will say in my case that my anger is what is my energy and strength. “Ahhhhh!!! Fuck!!” I continue to snarl as I punch him and tear his skin with my claws. He grunts continuously till I land him on the ground. I don’t stop, I continue effecting damage.

“Jill is not crazy, she is angry. They are different. She will be fine, she needed the pain and anger to get her full powers. Thanks to the witch and her father she felt a huge amount of pain and anger and she is now stronger than ever” “What if she stays this angry?” “She won’t” “How do you know that?” “Because she has you and Megan. Then add on the fact that James seems to also adore her and Chad is still madly in love with her. She will be surrounded by too much love for the anger to take over” “How can you be sure?”

I needed to do something to show Sebastian that I was the only one for him. My anger boiled within me like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment. The intensity of my fury consumed my very being, and I felt as if I could incinerate everything in my path. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. The sound of my own breathing filled my ears as I tried to calm myself down, but the rage was too strong.