Indignation の小説・ストーリー

She is huffing with anger. What can be the reason for her to be so upset?

I couldn't help but scoff, adding a touch of dismissiveness to my response. Placing my hand on my waist, I briefly divert my gaze away from her, my eyes momentarily averting before snapping back to meet hers, fixating on her with intensity. Anger and fury surge through me like a tidal wave, flooding my veins and igniting my nerves. The emotions within me became palpable, their intensity impossible to ignore. I paused for a moment, allowing the swell of indignation to build within me, fueling my next words. "You are the most ungrateful Witch I have ever seen!!"

Words once foreign now took shape in English, a testament to the machine's ingenuity. As I delved deeper into the nuances of human expression, I began to explore the myriad ways anger manifested itself. Through videos showcasing emotions from annoyance to outright fury—shouted, enraged, livid, incensed, furious, seething, wrathful, irate, fuming, outraged—I was immersed in a lexicon of wrath. The passage of time became a blur, as if I were traversing the academic grades from the simplicity of kindergarten assignments to the complexities of high school projects.

Neal defended his friend nervously, afraid that his friend offended the Rendells. Ricky narrowed his eyes at Arjun, “Still, I don’t like you.” He regretted saying that when he saw the look on his face. A little frown sat on Arjun’s face and his eyes turned glassy. Arjun stood up hastily and muttered a sorry before leaving. Although Neal called out to him he received a ‘I’m sleepy’ from Arjun. “I’m sorry..I didn’t know he was sensitive.” Ricky stuttered out remorsefully. “Say sorry to him. Not to me.” Neal spat, clenching his jaw. No one had the right to hurt his friend, and Rendells had definitely not. He took a deep breath when he saw Ricky’s face.

not like this. To Be Continued...

James asked. “Why are you angry? I’m not divorcing you.” I said to him and sat back in my chair. “Switch your emotions on and go sort it out with your wife!” he said to me angrily. “No.” “Are you spiraling? Is this about what happened in Mauritius? Is your witchy stuff going haywire in there?” he asked me and I laughed at his phrase, ‘witchy stuff’. “I’m not spiraling,” I said to him. “Then what the hell is wrong with you? You love her, I know you do!” James said again.

No doubt, years of leading the unleadable had gained him that skill. Minus, on the other hand, was more like a dormant volcano that was waking up after a long sleep. He seemed calm on the outside, but I could sense a lake of molten anger bubbling deep inside him. Some of that anger began to flow out as Minus challenged my uncle and seeing the look on his face brought back a flood of memories. His beautiful features, forming into a Viking-like scowl. His fists, balled up at his sides, caused his biceps to swell. As hurt and confused as I was, I could not stop myself from feeling an instant, and overwhelming attraction to him. I had to force myself to look away.

“Oh yeah, and insulting me is the only way to stop them from carrying on with it? No matter how hurtful it was, I put up with everything, but telling me that we are at war, telling me that my presence makes you sick, that was my last straw Shane, if I could endure anything, I will not endure that. Do you hear me? I will not endure that!” She beat his chest with her bag, “do you hear me? I will never endure that” She beat him more with the bag, adding her second fist to it.

"And I'm not going to be party to that. Not anymore. Either we're actually doing this, or we're not. But we can't be doing it in secret while you pretend to the rest of the world that I don't matter." "You matter," I said. "Not enough to claim," Eli said. "Not enough to stop panicking the moment someone acknowledges that we're actually connected." I wanted to argue. I wanted to explain that I was trying, that vulnerability was harder than he seemed to understand, that my immediate defensive response didn't negate the real feelings underneath it. But I could see in his expression that he'd heard these justifications before. That he was tired of excuses dressed up as explanations. "I'm sorry,"

"First, it was your mother, now you! I'm so done with your insanity. Just because we are not as rich as you are or even popular doesn't give you the right to look down on us. No, we are not beggars. We work hard to get what we want. If anything, we deserve respect from you but since you didn't have it in you to respect either me or my family, I'm putting an end to whatever this is. I must have been getting ahead of myself by thinking maybe our story will be different. Can we never come across each other again? "Just because I like you doesn't mean I'll keep taking your shits. If you think I'll apologise to you later or try to settle things, then you are wrong." "I have no intention of gettin