You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry Novels & Stories

I think we'll not leave any single corner of the college. "I hope, I didn't hurt you because of my anger, today. I just lost my mind." As he asked, I glared at him. "You can never hurt me, Zain. I love your every side, just remember this. I know you were angry. If you don't take out your anger and suppress it inside you, it will increase the problem. It is better to take out your anger. I can handle it." I blinked my eyes in assurance, he stared at me incredulously.

I seethed. She shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe I was just bored. And perhaps I disrespected your family because you robbed me of having one!" My jaw clenched tightly as I continued to glare at her, my anger radiating from every pore. Suddenly, her hand reached up and touched the side of my face, catching me off guard. "I truly hate you, but you know what? You're kinda hot when you're angry," she said, causing my anger to slowly dissipate. "It's quite entertaining to watch you seethe like a wild animal whose prey has escaped its clutches."

I talk right over him, my voice getting louder and more angry. “You know what, Jasper? This new low of playing with people’s feelings is really disgusting behavior. Like, really disgusting. Even for you, this is too much.” I point my finger at him, feeling my anger building up inside me. “You’re going to end up a sad, lonely man in the future if you keep treating people like this. Nobody is going to want to be with someone who thinks it’s funny to mess with their emotions.”

"Things are different now, I thought I could control it, but I can't and it's only going to endanger you, Eva you have to understand." "Understand what!" I yelled, I could feel my neck muscles stretching to their limits in frustration. "I don't know what I am!" He cut in sharply with a loud growl. "Or who I am! All I know is that I am totally different when I'm angry, I black out and I destroy things even when I don't mean to, most times it's like an uncontrollable power surge burning inside of me and I don't know how to control it!" I could feel the windows beginning to crack slightly as Nicklaus's anger powered the entire hall like electricity.

I spat at him in rage while sending a death glare. “Wow! You look hot when you are angry, babe." I pressed my lips in a thin line. “I look hotter while kicking people's ass. If you don't want to get kicked by me in front of your fans then get the hell out of my sight right away before I lose my temper.” He understood that I was not joking so he raised his hands in surrender while saying, “Please calm down, sweetheart. I will not piss you off anymore. But if you feel like dating anyone please consider my proposal for the sake of our old friendship….”

Calm and slightly angry. Truly, just slightly angry.

I mumbled to myself, but maybe enough for him to hear. Looking at him again, he was pale, his eyes no longer looked childish. "At times like these, nothing can calm me or give me peace of mind unless the thing that's bothering me is resolved." I try to speak softly. "No matter how much anyone tries to help or explain to me, it just makes me angry. And I don't want to get angry over things like that because it won't end well. " Looking around the room, I tried to think of another sentence. Sighing tiredly, I said. "I'm sorry, for reacting like that."

"Kiss my feet if you really mean it and I will consider not being angry at you anymore." ***

She stays quiet, though I feel her eyes on me and everywhere. I assume she would leave. She never liked dealing with me when I was pissed and the truth was, I didn’t want her anywhere near me either. I wasn’t a good person when I was angry. I was restless, annoying, and undeniably dangerous. Add a little alcohol to my rage, and you get what they call a volcanic eruption. Ana always knew better and left me alone. And truth be told, I preferred it that way. My anger was mine to deal with. I could simmer down when things were back in control, but right now, I felt anything but in control.

well, there would be riots, I'm sure of it. “I got so angry at the ball. The spirits fed off my anger and misread my intentions," he explains, stepping forward as if his proximity could convince me. “Your intentions were to hurt him. I know that.” I'm scared of that, that he is capable of hurting people without so much as a flare of angry emotions. His brows furrow. “Does it not make you angry, hearing them talk like that?” “It doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t ever get that angry," I insist.