Indignation Novels & Stories

Ella was infuriated to the core. Hey, the frame was shivering. Her brain was vibrating. Her entire system was shaking not because of fear but because of extreme anger. Who gave these bastards the audacity to try to implicate her like this? She returns her focus to her dad in anger.

His anger and resentment only spread like a wild fire. "Arrrrgh!"

Her words carried an undercurrent of frustration, challenging the notion that her honesty should be met with anger. "Shut up! Just shut up!" Grace retorted, her anger boiling over. "How dare you raise your voice at us like this?" Her tone dripped with indignation, unable to tolerate Susan's perceived insolence. Jasmine stood there, witnessing the intense exchange between them, her gaze fixed on their faces as they clashed.

I shrieked, turning away and covering my face. “Emi, I swear, you’re the only one in the pack with an unnatural propensity against nudity.” He sighed. I could hear him tugging on his clothes from the day before and waited until I was certain he finished dressing before turning back to face him, an indignant expression plastered across my face. “I’m also the only one in your ‘pack’ that isn’t one of you.” I replied, “I’m only human D, and no matter how ‘natural’ werewolves find nudity I refuse to incline myself towards your animalistic ways.”

I knew right then that whatever she was going to tell me wasn’t going to be good. When she finished speaking, my revulsion had reached a level beyond measure. For what seemed like an eternity, I was unable to comprehend that the words she uttered were indeed real, or that the tears cascading down Ava’s mother’s face were becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. It was at that precise moment that I realized why Ava’s father appeared to be on the verge of a violent outburst; someone was going to be held accountable for their actions. My own fury, disgust, and loathing mirrored his, and I was so overwhelmed by these emotions that I couldn’t even bring myself to look them in the eye.

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.

“Seriously, man, just stop. You’ve been acting like an absolute clown all week with these mind games.” “Yeah, Captain, it’s getting pathetic,” Miller added, shaking his head with a look of pure disappointment. “You bring Hannah here just to use her as a weapon, you flaunt some actress in Danica's face, and then you throw a tantrum when she moves on? You brought this entirely on yourself. Walk away.”