Intense Anger Crossword Novels & Stories

Adrian became immediately cross, his voice rising to a climax of indignation as if words were tumbling from his mouth-an avalanche of anger and frustrations with a multitude of expressions of emotion undulating across his face beard-red with rage. Christian could not contain his bitter indignation and shouted, "What do you mean by that?" His voice cut through the air. His eyes glowed, as if someone was seeing flames under his brow, and they radiated with the full force of anger. "You know how long I've been struggling to develop this proposal, and now you find a flaw in it?" he screamed, and it echoed throughout the chambers, the very air throbbing all around with the power of his emotions.

Not just angry—he looks murderous. What the fuck is this, then?

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN? Her tears are already flowing. The pain that she can't express. The love that she felt. The trust that she almost gives. Her heart that she let beat again. All of the expression, the emotion that she felt, is mixing up in just one word. ANGER. " ... I DO'NT KNOW WHY I CAN"T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!! I DON'T KNOW WHY WILL I JUST CHOOSE TO WALK AWAY EVEN I KNOW YOUR REALLY INTENTION AND PERSONALITY??!! "

Following every step I take until I disappear around the corner. The intensity in that gaze burns almost as hot as the anger in my chest. Almost.

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.

But… “If it comes to it, yes.” “Then you haven’t thought this through. Your anger is still speaking.” “Enough about anger!” I stop walking, throwing my hands in the air as I yell. “I need my anger! I need my pain! I need to see them mirroring on my enemies’ faces. Fuck sanity! Fuck everything else but my revenge!” Chelsea merely stares at me, while Cross finally reaches us only to stand near his woman. “Hm,” Chelsea hums before turning to Cross. “You’re ready to go?” she asks him.

* He clenched his jaw, the anger hardening into something colder and more dangerous. “But I’m not finished yet.”

Her already pale face has lost all color, her lips trembling like a leaf in a storm. "Answer my question, Vivian! You were behind the wheel of that truck, weren’t you?!" He thunders, his voice slashing through the tension like a blade, making her flinch violently. Anger. Hot, white, scalding anger surges through me like a wildfire, burning away the confusion and planting rage in its place. My mind scrambles, backtracking, clawing at the past for any clue—anything—that could’ve pointed to this. My blood turns to lava under my skin.

My anger surged, rendering me impervious to any attempt at mediation. In that moment, my fury overshadowed any desire for a peaceful resolution—I was prepared to confront Ava head-on. I was so mad I didn't want anything that would stop me from tearing Ava apart if that's what I had to do to get some semblance of respect into her head. The intensity of my emotions clouded reason, and the prospect of confrontation loomed large. Alana's well-intentioned intervention faltered in the face of my seething rage, and the room became a battleground for a clash between resentment and the desperate pursuit of understanding.

My anger simmered, evident in my labored breathing. “Not only are you a self-centered jerk but you’re a liar too,” her voice brimming with anger, she shrieked as she descended the stairs in a rush, her fury palpable. It was a rapid approach, fueled by intense frustration. With a resounding thud, she dropped a bund of photographs onto the table. Standing squarely in front of me, she wasted no time in crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her gaze, infused with irritation and framed by reddened eyes, bore into me with unrelenting force.