Indignation Novels & Stories

He looked up at the narrow window above as the moonlight poured in. Wounded and enraged, every inch of him screamed like a cornered animal, unpredictable and uncontrollable. The more they pushed, the more savage he became. “You’re all about to learn what real strength looks like,” he rasped, each word dripping with the primal force clawing its way to the surface.

A flash of raw emotion coursed through his veins, a potent cocktail of anger, frustration, and anguish, threatening to consume me whole. I crumpled the paper into a tight, furious ball, my grip tightening around the fragmented remnants of the missive. My jaw clenched, my piercing gaze fixated on the horizon as determination hardened within me like forged steel. The boundaries of tolerance had been breached, and the time for negotiations had expired.

Xavier As my anger simmered beneath my skin, a fiery heat pulsated through my veins. I stormed towards her, my footsteps echoing angrily against the cold, hard ground. Her face contorted with fury, but I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind her intense rage. The air was thick with tension, carrying the sharp scent of bitterness and confusion. Sage’s voice trembled with remorse as she uttered an apology, desperately yearning to bridge the gap and become her friend. “What is the matter with you!” I demanded, abruptly spinning her around to face me. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, radiating with an intense rage that seemed to ignite like flickering blue flames. The room echoed with th

he thundered, his face contorted with anger, veins bulging on his forehead like swollen rivers. “You’re nobody! You have no importance in my life. Know your place and stay in it! You’re just like any of my workers! Is that clear!?” His words lashed out like a whip, each syllable dripping with disdain and resentment. I sat in stunned silence, watching his outburst unfold before me. Shock coursed through me, quickly giving way to a deep-seated anger that threatened to boil over. I clenched my fists tightly, grinding my teeth together to keep from unleashing the torrent of emotions building inside me.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

He let out a low growl and his hands flexed into fists at his sides. Her face was flushed with shame and rage. She couldn’t imagine how Agnar felt at having her insulted that way when she’d done nothing to provoke it. She hadn’t embarrassed herself. She hadn’t embarrassed him, even with whatever they’d given her. She might have felt wanton, but her cravings were entirely for him, her mate, and even if he was nothing but a cruel stranger in a new, harsh land, she refused to think that it was wrong for mates to desire each other.

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

Another high school first day, it was safe to say she made an impression as she turned her famous glare on any that would meet her eye, but to her surprise, most would bow their head and show submission, except one girl. Ooof! Lisa's bag went flying as she found herself unceremoniously shoved into the lockers to her left. Before she could even get her bearings,,, some crazy banshee was on her, long nails flying, hair pulling, loud shrill voice shrieking "He's mine you b*tch!" 'Oh hell no,' Lisa thought as she copped a fist to the jaw, 'skank,, you have no idea who you're messing with.' The familiar burn of molten rage coursed through Lisa's body, warming her and causing a vicious smile to co

she said as she turned back around, ignoring his dissatisfied mumbling. Her eyebrows arched and her lips parted as she stared at Shawn and the doll like persona he was discussing with - Marie. A wave of anger swept over her and she balled her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her chest grew heavy with each breath and she further dug her nails into her palms. “Tsk tsk tsk tsk.” Tutting, accompanied by slow trudging across the floor, made its way into her ears. “Who the heck is writing this script?”

It didn't work this morning and I'm even more doubtful it will work this afternoon. All day at work I jumped back and forth between emotions. My anger simmered continuously, but there were a few moments when I questioned myself. Finn tried to make sure I had a ride to work, it had to mean he still cared, at least a little. Right? Should I feel angry, sad, or thankful? I couldn't decide. Around lunch and after a few texts from Marissa, I settled on righteous indignation. How dare he try and be nice to me. Is this his meagre attempt to make himself feel less guilty? He can rot in guilt for all I care. I hope it eats at him.