Indignation Novels & Stories

--(my mind makes weird sounds). I am so angry that I swear my ears start puffing out steam. I ball my fists tightly so that my knuckles turn white under my brown skin. I'm so infuriated, that my forehead starts to sweat. These are my tells: the things that usually happen before I smack a bitch. I crisply turn to him, and my eyes shoot razor sharp darts through his, "Do you know how hard I am trying to not smack the hell out of you?!", I ask, rhetorically of course. I'm trying so fucking hard.

Fuck this drama, I don't have time for this. " You're more pathetic than I thought. Why don't you get busy and maybe try and walk your precious fiance down the aisle, you worthless piece of shit. And just so you know Anderson is more of a man than you've ever been. Slut." And then I shut the door in his face. How dare he come to my apartment to berate me? Such guts. I angrily go back to my living room and turn down the music. I walk into the kitchen and grudgingly cook dinner.

What is wrong with you, heh? "Dolens somnum," Hadassah pointed her palm at him, casting a spell. "You narcissist greedy effing bastard!" she couldn't help but cuss at him Moriah collapsed and his body fell back on the branches and leaves She stood up and looked at him angrily.

How's that innocent? Disinterested in Ben's submission about Jack, Miriam crumpled her face and shot a bloodshot look at Ben. She yanked the duvet off her unclad body and slid her panties on. She reached for her camisole and slid it on before storming out of the room to the lounge ''Bullshit!'' Miriam cursed. ''Total bullshit!'' Ben scuttled after her feeling a pang of regret for his submission on Jack. He slid into his boxer shorts hurriedly and made for the lounge where Miriam had reached for a stick of cigarette to relax her temper.

A flash of raw emotion coursed through his veins, a potent cocktail of anger, frustration, and anguish, threatening to consume me whole. I crumpled the paper into a tight, furious ball, my grip tightening around the fragmented remnants of the missive. My jaw clenched, my piercing gaze fixated on the horizon as determination hardened within me like forged steel. The boundaries of tolerance had been breached, and the time for negotiations had expired.

the blonde said. The owner flared up. “You mean that obnoxious fool. Oh, he’s so stupid.” The blonde choked on her coffee. “What do you mean, Ms. Morgan? How did he offend you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Well I think he’s really attractive really and you probably blushed when you saw him. You get flushed quickly you know,” the blonde teased and waggled her eyebrows. “Sandra!” Morgan busted. “Stop teasing me, ok. He was rude and I hated him because of that. I mean, I hated him at first sight.”

he protested, attempting to distance himself from the situation. However, Blake, not buying his denial, snapped at him, his frustration evident. "Bloody liar!" he exclaimed, his patience wearing thin. My anger surged even further in response to Blake's outburst, fueling my determination to get to the truth. Without hesitation, I jerked Julian forcefully, causing him to stumble and crash over his own desk.

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explained the maid with fear clearly visible in her eyes. When I heard that information, my anger was uncontrollable. Annoyed words and curses slipped from my lips without being able to control them. "Damn it! How could they just leave without telling me?!" I shouted in a voice filled with anger. My heart burned with uncontrollable disappointment and frustration. With words filled with hatred and anger, I continued to curse. The curses fell so quickly from my lips, without any filter or restraint. I felt like an unstoppable volcanic explosion, releasing all the negative emotions inside me.

The lines on his forehead deepen, etching a map of his inner turmoil. With every accusation, every recollection of past wrongs, Jay's anger intensifies. It fuels his resolve, propelling him forward with a fierce determination to confront his father and expose the depths of his pain. His words are chosen deliberately, carefully crafted to cut through the armor of indifference that his father wears so callously. As the confrontation escalates, Jay's entire body seems to vibrate with an electric energy. His movements become more forceful, accentuated by sudden gestures and sharp, decisive actions. The anger boiling inside him radiates outward, creating an aura of palpable hostility that fills t