Never Get Angry Again Novels & Stories

I'm getting angry already. I hate getting angry cause I do and say things I should never say. I hurt people whenever I get angry so I always avoid my anger. Luke's furious eyes leave AJ and land on my small form. Instead of fidgeting or getting nervous like I usually am whenever someone looks at me with so much anger in their eyes, I meet his gaze with the same level of anger as mine. “What the hell are you still doing in my house you low-life freak...fucking psychopath...gold digging bitch. Get the fuck out before I stomp on you."

But while they were in there, it felt like it was hours. So for me, it felt like hours and hours were passing. I drummed my fingers on the table, ignoring the guy. At one point I did get up and almost kick him in the stomach to shut him up but just before my foot connected with his stomach, I stopped myself. Something in me said that I shouldn’t do this. That I shouldn’t lash out at this guy when the point was to give into my anger. “I get it. I’m an angry fucking person, and while I might not forgive them completely, I am not willing to waste time or energy torturing them. I have more important things to care about and focus on.”

"I never want this again. I promise you that no matter how big the problem is, we'll sit down and talk until we find a solution, and we won't fight." "That's good, Shorty, because I don't want that again either. I had a shitty day today, afraid you'd leave me because I was a jerk. But please, when I'm a jerk, let me know. And, no matter how angry you are, don't go to sleep angry with me anymore, or away from me," he pleaded in a soft, low voice. "Never again." I made my promise, having learned my lesson; sleeping angry with him was a punishment to myself.

"I'm not upset; I'm not going to cry. I am filled with anger and I'm pretty damn sure that I would cause the death of the people that put us in this crazy drama. I know the drill Dan. I memorized the game plan. So just drive and shut the fuck up." I slept all throughout our flight to Miami. I wasn't planning to drown in sadness or cry like a baby. I am going to be the worst person they would ever imagine. I would focus all my concentration in eliminating the people who plans to cause harm to me and my family. Emotions make someone weak. I know that. I have learned through time how to shut it off and feel nothing. I can do that again and be a loose cannon ready to explode.

“I don’t throw things at walls. I rarely get angry, I’m not an angry person.” “Are you implying that I am an angry person?” he inquired, arching an eyebrow at me “You said that yourself, not me,” I replied with a grin. “I set myself up for that.” “Yeah, you did,” I say smiling. “Anyways, I can’t really pinpoint anything specific that I do when I’m angry cause as I said earlier, I rarely get angry but counting down usually helps,” I say and he nods. I know he had opposing words to say but he kept them to himself. So what was high school like for you?” I ask pouring wine into my now emptied glass.

The owner of the hoarse voice could not suppress her burning anger. Ray got up angrily as his sweet dream had been interrupted by her yelling. However, Ray was so scared by her wildfire-like anger at this moment that his entire person was awake in an instant. He shivered. "If you have something to say, say it properly. Don't be angry, don't be angry." A qualified businessman needed to know how to see the situation clearly. Ray decisively chose to appease. His attitude immediately softened and he asked nicely, "He... Did Sean do something unforgivable...?"

With every ounce of self-control, I suppressed the mounting anger, determined to find a resolution that did not involve further harm. Drawing in a long, steadying breath, I recognized the futility of seeking retribution through violence. Such actions would only deepen the wounds already inflicted, leading to more pain and turmoil. I reminded myself that our meeting was an opportunity to find understanding, to bridge the gap that had torn us apart.

who I have never seen or met only heard about her. Clenching my fist in frustration and anger I sat inside my car . "I need to release my anger on someone, John Williams. You better pray for mercy because I'm in an extremely bad mood!"

We deserved being zapped every five minutes by Lachlan, Ransom, Carson, and Weston taking turns for over an hour. They weren't being cruel, they were just proving a point. You don't get angry and run out on Carley in the middle of an argument. You do not do something to make her cry because you were being an idiot in your anger. The zapping didn't cause any damage to us and we learned our lesson. After that, we answered all of Carley's calls regardless of what was going on around us and we didn't leave when got angry, we talked it over instead. I forgot all about that until today. 'What am I thinking?' That's the problem though, I'm not thinking. Carley just showed back up in my life and I'm

his movements practiced and relaxed, as if he were simply engaging in a mundane daily task. My jaw was clenched tightly, the ache radiating through my teeth as I fought to contain the fury bubbling inside me, determined not to smash my phone in anger. A deep sense of helplessness surged within my chest; everything was far worse than I had imagined. I kept going through the same cycle—shut off the video, breathe, play the video again, and breathe. I took several deep breaths, but the anger continued to roil within me, as if waiting for an outlet to explode.