Never Get Angry Again Novels & Stories

“It is unnecessary.” “I agree,” I replied. “Good,” he said. “Then we understand each other.” I watched him for a moment, the careful way he framed agreement as resolution. As if understanding required no examination. That night, sleep came slowly. My mind replayed the apology, the way it had slipped out of me wrapped in excuses. Cranky. Smoking. As if my anger had needed justification beyond being real. Never again, I repeated silently. Not like that. The following days reinforced my resolve in small, unremarkable ways.

I would have done the same thing. “I’m just so confused and… so many things are hurting me but I don’t want to be mad anymore. I’m tired of being angry at you… even though you deserve every bit of it.” He smirked and I didn’t know that that simple gesture could make me feel so much better. “Should we start over…” I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath, releasing all bad vibes because if we wanted to make it through this, I’d need to lay off my anger—for now. “…and deal with the ones who caused all this chaos?”

I shouldn't have been harsh with her. Soon we reached my house. I quickly went out not wanting her to see me angry. I rushed into my room. I throw my stuff and start breaking things. I couldn't get control of my anger. I start breaking everything that came into contact. I stood still panting. Then her face came into my mind. My babygirl's face. My wife's face. My Amelia's face. And automatically I calmed down. Woah. This is a first time. I was never able to get control of my anger. No matter what. But just thinking about her made my anger subside. This never happened. But her angel face can even bring the devil to his knees.

Someone. Dad's eyes are still wide open, emotionless. The entire incident comes flooding back to me all at once, and I slump to the ground, the newfound energy getting zapped out of me all at once. "*We must get revenge,*" the Angry Voice in my head says, and I nod, still tired, but happy at the fact that she hasn't lost her anger mode due to my fatigue. "Let me lend you some of my strength, young one," the voice says again, and I blink. "I'm sorry, wha-"

Which had been most people. “So, what do I do? Do I have to get angry at Tenac?” Mary asked, making Procecsa laugh. “No, I don’t think he deserves it. He’s just trying to help you, after all” she smiled at Mary. “I need to get angry at someone else?” Mary asked, confused. “I don’t know if you need to get angry at anyone, Mary. I think it would be okay just for you to accept it is okay for you to get angry. Just to allow yourself to experience the emotion,” Procecsa pondered.

"I'm sorry Lily. I didn't expect it to turn out that way. I wanted to try it out and—" "Shut your mouth else I will blow you. You are so fucking annoying!" I screamed at the top of my lungs raking my fingers through my red hair in anger. Crying won't help matters because, in the end, it won't get me what I want. It won't get me my job back or more money. "Why getting angry? You have a job; you can raise the money."

My grip tightens on the phone as I read the message over and over again, trying so hard to suppress the anger that once again rises to the surface, like furious volcano beneath my chest. Coldness, neglect, that's all I get from him! Why can't he treat me just like her? There's this anger brewing inside me, it's so intense that it almost knocks me out. Frustrated, I dialed the only number that'd get me out of this nerve-wracking anger. I need to blow off some steam, a good fuck would do the magic. "Hi, meet me at our usual spot," I say, hanging up before he says a word.

He said mockingly. "What the...?" I asked getting angrier every second. Jerk alert! "Never mind. Forget it." He said briskly. I rolled my eyes again. "Somebody's cranky today." I said weakly. "Sorry babe... My apologies." He said as his vice softened. "It's not your fault." He said gently. I made an 'awww' face and all that anger towards him disappeared. Why can't I stay mad at him? It's not fair!

The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, poised to tear us apart, yet I knew we needed to remain united. "Nicklaus," I whispered, my voice a delicate blend of vulnerability and strength, "I understand your anger. Angry that someone dared to try to take our daughter, our pride. But directing that anger at your innocent pack mates won't bring her back or solve anything. We must channel that anger in the right direction—to finding out what happened, to identifying the person responsible for this heinous act. Focus your anger where it belongs."

Tomorrow's headlines are ready: "Aiden Connell behaves like a beast, stepfather becomes prey." Gosh! My anger can really get the best of me at times. I need to be more mindful of how I react to situations. If I let it continue unchecked, it could lead to disastrous consequences. I must learn to control my emotions and find healthier ways to deal with my frustration. It's not easy, but I need to make a conscious effort to avoid letting my anger drive me to make impulsive decisions or resort to violence. It's a flaw I must address and work on for my own well-being. My phone kept ringing, and when I finally came to my senses, I saw Jacob's name flashing on the screen. I knew what he was going t