Jealousy And Rage 소설 & 이야기

Spiders and irresponsibility for instance. But rage was an emotion I have always tried to stay away from. I do get angry at times, in fact, quite a lot of times with my employees, especially my assistant. But rage is something different. It's not just a mere anger at something that goes away after some minutes. I feel that rage is stronger than anger in so many levels. In fact, I've always thought it to be the most dangerous of the triad. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs. And I have been successful at that. Until now.

About what the repercussions of their actions would be? Rage, hot and unforgiving, surged through me. Jealousy and anger mixed together in one poisonous potion in my chest as I stared at the picture. The betrayal burned into my brain, etching itself permanently there. Why the hell did she go to see him? Was that the “things” she had to do? What the fuckin hell did they have in common? I didn't think, not when all I was seeing was red. Grabbing my keys, I stormed out.

No — worse — he leaned his head slightly toward him as that man spoke into his ear, one corner of his mouth curling lazily into the kind of smirk that used to make my lungs seize. I sat there. Frozen. Watching. And then I felt it. Like gasoline spilling through my veins and catching fire all at once. Jealousy. Ugly, molten, animal. And beneath it — rage. Not the sharp, clean kind. The slow, crawling kind that wraps around your bones and eats away at you like acid. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. Because something inside me snapped. All I could hear was Edward's voice in my head — the same words he'd whispered into my ear on nights when I'd cried myself to sleep,

I could feel the rage and jealousy in my veins as much as I wanted to set my mind on the mission I stormed not, burying the emotion of jealousy and rage in me with only one agenda The Mission.

It's a visceral, heart-wrenching experience that takes hold of us when we least expect it, and it can transform the brightest of days into the darkest of nights. Jealousy, often referred to as the green-eyed monster, is a complex and powerful emotion. It can strike anyone, anywhere, at any time. It begins as a subtle whisper, a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, and before you know it, it has taken root in your heart, engulfing you in a whirlwind of torment and despair.

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

A surge of unexpected anger welled up within me, catching me off guard. How could they, all of whom had mates of their own, be so brazenly fixated on someone else? The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, stirring a tumult of conflicting emotions within. Jealousy, a feeling I hadn't anticipated, clawed at the edges of my consciousness, igniting a flame of indignation within me. I scoffed inwardly at the absurdity of it all. How could I, someone who harbored nothing but disdain for Aurora, feel such an ugly twinge of jealousy? It defied all logic, and yet, the emotion gnawed at me relentlessly, refusing to be ignored.

A wave of pure, toxic rage, bitter annoyance, and sickening, hollow jealousy rushed through me, so intense I thought I might throw up right there on the carpet. I clenched my hands into tight, white-knuckled fists, my fingernails digging into my palms until it hurt, staring at that sliver of light with absolute, burning hatred.

"47 thousand dollars? Did I hear that right? My family can't even find that kind of money! This woman broke that much?" "Lucky for her, the employer was merciful. If it were me, I'd have kicked her out for 700 dollars." "Forget what I said earlier. She brought this on herself." Ellie's expression changed instantly when she noticed my hard stance. She gritted her teeth, ready to spill some earth-shattering bomb. "Fine! Since you won't give me a way out, I don't need to protect your secrets anymore! "Everyone, this woman is rotten to the core! She was born ugly and ostracized, and it turned her into a monster. She was so jealous of her mother's beauty that she's been poisoning her mother's ski