Knuckles Angry Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hayden The moment Kyle walked out, something in me snapped. My hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached, and before I knew it, I was swinging at anything within reach. The bed frame, the desk, the wall. It didn’t matter. I just needed to hit something. A pile of books went crashing to the floor, a chair toppled over, and I nearly smashed my phone against the wall before catching myself. My chest was heaving, breath sharp and uneven, but the anger kept building.

Angie clenched her jaw and looked away. “They actually… Still can do stuff like that…?” Elias looked disturbed as well. "Damn… He only gets angrier and more aggressive with every hit that one deals." He finally looked away too. “I think I’ve seen too much.” He mumbled under his breath. However, there was only silence from Angie. He peeked at her only to find her with a dark and sullen expression. He caught the way she gripped her blades so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Glancing down at my hand, I gasped, realizing that my fist was tightly clenched, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. My mind raced, trying to make sense of my feelings. I hadn't realized just how close I was to letting my anger control my actions. The overwhelming rage that had boiled within me nearly led to a violent outburst. Taking a deep breath, I released my fist and forced myself to calm down. Klaus watched me closely, concerned etched on his face. "What's wrong with you?" Klaus asked, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Sorry, I guess I lost control for a moment there," I replied, forcing a smile. "I just got caught up in some frustrating thoughts."

His knuckles were a mess – split skin, blood, and what looked like pieces of Marcus's teeth embedded in two of them. I worked in silence, cleaning the wounds as gently as I could. Dante didn't flinch or make a sound, even when I had to dig out the embedded fragments. I knew he was angry. I could feel it in the tension of his body, in the way his jaw was clenched so tight I thought he might crack his teeth. But I didn't know what to say to make it better. I didn't know to ease the anger that was clearly directed at me as much as at Marcus.

He clenched his armrest so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "You roach! Now you've made me angry! I'll kill you in under a minute!" Ian bellowed in rage. He had never experienced anything remotely resembling loss ever since he started fighting. He had never been forced to be on his back foot at all!

He looks back up and the cop runs outside. "Now, are any of you going to own up to what you did?" Knuckles sing he walks up to the first guy in the middle and rips of the tapes and the guy grunts. He looks to be in his late thirties, dark brown hair, the guy shoots us all a glare. "You have no idea who I am." He blurts out and Knuckles knees him in the crotch making him fold but not far because he is still cuffed. Knuckles scoffs picking him up by his hair making him look him in the face.

he thundered in anger and rammed his fist to the wall, making his knuckles busted and bruised. Branda watched them from afar with so much detest and sour expression.

I tried to push the image of him and Kayla out of my head and continued moving, but the idiot had chosen that moment to go into explicit details of how he was going to fuck her from behind. So I gave him what he was looking for. I saw red. All civilization be damned. I punched him in the nose and felt the crack of his nose. It felt amazing. I didn’t stop there. I threw punch after punch against his face. The fact that he still wore his shit eating grin fueled my anger. I was seeing red. “Fight me motherfucker” I had yelled at him, completely losing my cool. But he still continued to grin. “You want to fuck her because ‘she’ doesn’t want you? Ha? Is that it? ”

I felt Jake's muscle tense up beside me and I gently rubbed his knuckles which were clenched into a fist. His anger was understandable. In fact, I was having the same feeling, that the only emotion left within at that time was anger. I seriously wanted to smack Kylie on the face until his face was no longer recognizable. But, unfortunately, I couldn't lay one finger on him as there was a tall, transparent glass which demarcated the middle.

Fear rose in my heart. I looked at the man and saw it is my arrogant boss Nick Knight. He is sleeping beside me. How dare he? Doesn't he has any sense? He is sleeping here nakedly.. Not able to control my anger I kicked him hard and he fell from the bed.. "Ahhhh..Nick woke up screaming in pain and looked at me like I have gone crazy" "Are you gone mad? How can you kicked a person in sleep? Also I am your boss" That arrogant man told me..