Intense Anger Crossword Novels & Stories

______________________________________________________________________ 💜Daniel💙 I'm very fast to anger. I've got the worst temper and everyone always criticize me of it. Except for my dad who I took it from, and my manager who says it's good for me to be able to charge at my opponent. Anyway, little things make me angry. But usually I get amused when I see Agnes threatening girls because of me. I find it as entertainment, seeing her fight so much for something she can never get. I should have known that she was going to come after Unugwa.

Rage…! His blue orbs squinted as a conflagration of indignation burned furiously, temples throbbed, and his face turned red as intense anger and bitterness rushed in his veins. He was sitting on a chair in slight bend postures in a cell, fisting his knuckles firmly as the lode became visible.

Sharon angrily huffed out a sentence. The more the mother and daughter spoke, the angrier they got. Carolyn cursed again, "What's so good about that Emilia? She's just broken goods. God knows how many men she has played with. She..." "Bang!"

This fact began to haunt me. I walked into the living room, Angel’s still cracking her lungs at her show. I wonder what's so special about women insulting each other all day. But I'm a man after all, I’ll never understand. The memories of her father terrorizing me flooded my mind, and all I could see when I looked at her was her father. She disgusted me now, and all the sympathy I had for her till half an hour ago, I threw out of the window. “Where have you been?” Angel asked in a friendly voice. I felt my anger level up by every milli-second.

My blood boiled, my heart pounding with frustration, with a desperate need to shake her, to make her see the fire I saw in her—the spark that burned me every time she was near, the strength she didn’t know she had. Her gaze burned into me, her eyes narrowing, her lips pressed into a tight line, and I felt her anger rising, matching mine, a silent challenge that crackled in the air. Who was angrier—her or me? The tension was a live wire, sparking between us, ready to ignite. I slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in a deserted side street, the engine idling as I turned to face her, my eyes locking onto hers. Her green eyes blazed, her cheeks flushed, her hands clenched in her l

To be honest maybe it is also because of the date I have got in the evening. Oops guess like I told something I shouldn’t have but I am going to let that be and not be furious at myself. Furious. Anger. Dear readers, I am not an angry person, very rarely will you see me with smoke out of my ears but recently I have discovered the depths of anger that I have within. And all towards one man.’

Everyone was truly exhausted, but they still managed to escape before their enemies could kill them. In his mind, he cursed whoever was responsible for this. Frustration and anger consumed him. That's what was filling his heart. He also held his gun tightly. The intense anger was clearly visible on his face. Someone wanted to kill him, which is how they ended up in this situation. The pain in his mind made him utter a curse. He wouldn't forgive whoever was responsible for this. Anger and frustration were enveloping his chest. He also had a firm grip on his gun. His face was filled with intense anger. Someone wanted to kill him, which is why they found themselves in this situation.

Armin sat in his room, the shadows casting long, jagged lines across the walls. His jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the armrests of his chair as anger coursed through him. How can she love that old man so much? The thought circled in his mind like a vicious storm, each repetition fueling the fire that burned inside him.

explained the maid with fear clearly visible in her eyes. When I heard that information, my anger was uncontrollable. Annoyed words and curses slipped from my lips without being able to control them. "Damn it! How could they just leave without telling me?!" I shouted in a voice filled with anger. My heart burned with uncontrollable disappointment and frustration. With words filled with hatred and anger, I continued to curse. The curses fell so quickly from my lips, without any filter or restraint. I felt like an unstoppable volcanic explosion, releasing all the negative emotions inside me.

Throwing his body into his seat, he slammed the car door, the metal smashing against itself with a forceful bang. His nostrils flared, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Ire burned like acid through his veins. It flooded out of him with a forceful yell, his fist smashing against the car door. The knuckles of his other hand whitened as he clenched the steering wheel. His throat grew raw, his hollering growing hoarser and hoarser as he continued to scream, continued to pummel his surroundings. He heard the crack of plastic as the door casing splintered, the screen on the dash fragmenting, and yet he continued. He lashed out at anything around him until he felt his energy slowly slipping away,