Knuckles Angry Mga Nobela at Kwento

This person was also wearing a mask, who was he? My blood was boiling and there was so much rage coursing through my veins it hurt. My knuckles were turning white and my eyes were narrowed as I glared at him. “Are you fucking crazy?” he sneered at me. I wanted to punch him right in his stupid face so badly and I did that. Again and again. Each hit felt more satisfying than the last one. My knuckles started to throb and pain shot through them and I ignored it. “Roman that’s enough please” I don’t know where Celestria had come from but her voice sounded so distant.

The sound of the crash was like a bomb going off. My gloves hit the ice. I didn't want them. I wanted my bare hands. I grabbed Max by his jersey and started punching. I was just so angry. I hit him over and over. I didn't care that my knuckles were hurting. I didn't care that he was bleeding. "Don't you touch him!" I yelled. "Don't you ever touch him!"

The intensity of my anger was palpable, evident in the whiteness of my knuckles and the throbbing veins pulsating in my throat. My jaw clenched, teeth grinding together in a desperate attempt to contain the fury surging through me. The primal beast within roared, demanding violence, craving the blood of those who had betrayed me. Only through their demise would I find any semblance of tranquility. Narrowing my eyes into slits, I maintained my unwavering stare at the door. With deliberate movements, I rolled my neck, attempting to alleviate some of the tension coiled within me. Kitten, you may have fooled me for now, but this game has become mine. Whether by manipulation or brute force, I wil

Noah's Pov My knuckles hurt as they met Oliver's ugly disfigured face on repeat, but definitely he knew he deserved it, didn't he? Blood dripped from my knuckles, the anger coursing through my veins refusing to subside as I replayed what I had seen on the CCTV footage. I felt a sickening satisfaction at each groan he managed to let out, like a sound of celebration, congratulating me for finally getting to punch him after all the years.

She grabbed the man’s hand, which was still massaging her breasts, and she snapped the carpal bones in his wrist. The Infantry-man gagged from the pain. In a fit of rage, he tried to bring his four knuckles down on Amy’s face, but his knuckles smashed into the hard, unforgiving concrete when Amy moved her head out of the way. The Death Row Infantry-man screamed after fracturing his knuckles on the wet pavement. Amy balled her hand into a fist. She shut off the screaming by ramming her fist into his Adam’s Apple with all her strength. When Amy heard something crack in the man’s throat, she knew her punch reached its destination.

I keep going until I reach one of the old storm-proofed barns that we now use as a gym and don't stop until I'm inside and throwing all my anger at the old leather punch bag that's hanging down from the ceiling by a chain that's properly older than me but that thing holds well, they dont make them like that anymore. My knuckles are throbbing in just a few minutes which is my own stupid fault for not wrapping them but at this moment I dont care. "Chris." I dont stop unleashing my anger when I hear Jack's voice, I keep going while the sweat rolls down my head and body and I'm panting with every breath that I take.

I whispered, taking several steps back from him. He smiled sadly as I walked out of the hall when everyone dispersed. I was glad that I'd been able to get my anger out for once, but I felt hollow, I needed more. I decided to find a place to release this anger. I hit the stone close to me, the shock made my hand throb painfully and I quickly rubbed my fingers. But no matter how many times I did that I couldn't remove the pain, my knuckles were red and swollen. I sighed looking down at my bleeding knuckles.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

I ripped my arm from his grip, whirling aroundso fast I saw his eyes widen — and I let my anger take the lead. I swung at him, right hook first, golden light blazing down my arm and gathering in my knuckles like a sun about to detonate —

Bart's eyes were fixed on the door as he said, "I told you thi-" Nick's face distorted in anger, forehead creased, jaw clenched, teeth bared and gritted and his hands made into fists. He focused his anger and frustration on his desk. Banging it repeatedly. The first bang startled Bart. This time he truly couldn't move, eyes wide as he watched his friend slam his hands on the table more times than he could count before throwing things off the table. Again, the entire floor was watching... listening to the groans of an angry man and the sound of things falling to the floor. It was a hell of a day. Sides of the Atkins no one imagined they'd see. Yet they heard it.