Joy X Anger Novels & Stories

Alisa thought. But her expression changed quickly. Her blank stare suddenly turned into anger. She seemed unhappy with their presence. “AAAAA...” Joy screamed while hitting her mattress. Occasionally, she was seen scratching it too. The girl was completely out of control. “Joy, calm down.” Jeanne immediately approached and hugged her daughter to calm her down. But that only made her angrier. “AAAAA...” Joy pushed her mother, then grabbed some things and threw them around, one of which almost hit Alisa in the face.

Joshua’s voice boomed, reverberating through the room like a thunderclap. The sheer force of his anger seemed to shake the walls. He lifted his gaze towards the entrance, his eyes blazing with anger and pain, the kind of raw, unfiltered emotion that I had never seen from him before. “It’s… it’s me, Jay,” I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You needed me. I came the minute they called. I didn’t even go home. I turned the car around and drove straight to Homeland.” “You’re not in danger if you leave my cage?” “No. You’re safe here. I promise.” Joy had chosen to abandon him. He had pride. “Get out, Joy. Go.” He saw surprise in her eyes. “Get off my lap. Don’t touch me again. I don’t want your pity.” “466,” she whispered, reaching for his face again. He reacted by rolling, dumping her gently on the concrete floor, and scooted away until he could climb to his feet. He backed up to the wall of the cage, watching her, as he fought his emotions. Pain and anger were evenly matched.

the young Alpha pleaded. “Say I love you too back, Joy and get your pansy drama over with. You still got rascals to fight and deal with, and don’t make me complain to mom that the perfect sextuplet was getting “it” on with her mate in the war zone,” Jax teased and threatened. “If you want my forgiveness, Lex then kill him,” Joy said while pointing at Jax and then glared at her punk of a brother for sporting two brazenly noticeable middle fingers at her.

Each cry felt like a physical blow, and it hurt. Then Joy called, and I almost kissed my phone in relief. I'd never been so grateful for anything in my life. "How did you…", I started. "Anna called me", Joy cut in, her voice uncharacteristically tense. "Put Layla on. Now". But even Joy's calm explanation did nothing to calm Layla's anger or stop the tears. "How could he?" The scream ripped from her throat–– primal, wounded. Her skin burned against mine, her pulse wild, frantic. The phone fell to the floor with a loud thud, Joy’s voice was still coming through the speaker.

My heart skipped a beat. “How can I not be, Joy? Look at what you were about to do! This is sick, this is…” I ran my hands through my hair, trying to contain the surge of anger threatening to consume me as I looked for a way to get that device out of her hand without causing an accident. “But, Apollo, it wasn’t meant for you.” Joy argued, her voice breaking. “It was meant for Mia!” She whimpered, stomping her feet on the ground like a child on the verge of a tantrum.

I asked “You see Devonne, that’s the thing, I enjoy watching you fail, over and over, it’s satisfying to me and when I watch her kick your ass today again, I’ll take her to my bed and reward her by worshiping her body in a way……” “enough!” I snapped, but it wasn’t just my own anger that was coursing through me at the insult, it was Mela’s as well, he always did know how to rile her up without even knowing.

Sicily "What do you think you're doing?" she whispered angrily. "I'm reading the paper. Do you want to read it? If so, just ask." He chuckled and pulled it down. "How are you more beautiful when you're angry? It should be a crime." "Not funny. You're not a lawyer. You own the town gym. Everyone knows that. The cop is going to know that, so what the hell are you doing?" She hated the pissy sound of her voice, but the combination of needing him and not wanting to need him raged inside of her, threatening to spill over and ruin her composure.

He reasoned out, I frowned at his reason. I rolled my eyes, annoyed again. "Why would I get mad?" I asked a useless question again, we just turn the conversation around. "Why are you so angry, Joy? Without apparent reason you suddenly get mad." He concluded. "Am I really angry?" He took a deep breath. He’s obviously annoyed too, but he was still trying to calm down. "I don't know where this conversation will go... I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't want you to be mad at me..."

—he looked in my direction—“how angry everyone is later. Anger causes mistakes. Mistakes cause death. That’s something I learned in the military.” His words hit me hard. Even though I had been trying to control my anger, it kept growing inside me like a balloon. Selene had not helped, but she was only trying to protect her brother. There was no easy way to separate everyone’s feelings from this situation. Everyone was involved. My anger was not going to help bring my son back. Jaxon was right. We had to work together. Instead of saying I agreed, I simply nodded at him. He nodded back and asked, “Does anyone have any ideas?”