A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

The way her body molded to his, the way she pressed herself against him, it was too much. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a thunderous reminder of my rage. The need to kill, to destroy, surged through me like a tidal wave, but I fought it back. I couldn’t kill him, not yet. Not with her in the room, not with her watching. But the urge was there, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to break free at any moment.

Myra I can’t believe this, how much does he love this bitch that he won’t even let me into the mansion unless she says so, I need to talk to my parents to tell them the story I told him so we can all have the same story then I need to get into the mansion and put that bitch in her place and out of my life.

Sabizina gasped, the heat of his hand seeping through the wool. At that exact moment, one of the twins kicked—a powerful, rhythmic thud directly against Rage’s palm. Rage froze. His entire body went rigid. The man who was famous for having a heart of ice suddenly looked like he’d been struck by lightning. He didn't pull away. He pressed harder, his fingers splaying across her stomach as if he were trying to memorize the vibration of the life inside. "You're not dying, Sabizina," Rage said, his voice thick with a new, terrifying kind of resolve. "You’re going to live. In a palace. Under a guard so thick even a ghost couldn't find you."

Rage. Very hot rage. The kind that blinds shot through and surged out of Tala's body. The rage was as materialistic as hot air, and behind it was a red light that shot out of Tala's golden eyes. The hot air of rage was the first to hit the wall that was separating their bodies. The moment it hit the wall, it burned through it and the red light went through… When the hot rage air was melting the wall within Megan's body, some of it slipped out of her body and hit Eden.

“No, what I wanted to do didn’t contain the outdoors or your clothes, but you need to feel a different side of me. I can tell you were afraid tonight at the meet when you heard. I’m a bad guy but a decent one, at least to someone I care about.” “What were you like before Denver?” I asked. Rage was quiet for a bit before shrugging gently. “I was a decent kid. I played football and wrestled in junior high.” “What did you want to be before your parents died?” Rage laughed, shaking his head and pulling me closer to him. “No a drug dealer,” he said. “The sky was the limit back then, I had good grades—but it doesn’t matter now.” “It could,” I whispered. “You could start over again.”

I stay there for what seems like forever, my fingers hovering over her cold skin, mourning the only person who ever showed me kindness. The rage starts as a spark and turns into an inferno. I suddenly jump to my feet, my breath coming in rough gasps. I close my eyes sharply, the image of her broken body burned into my head.. ***

Fiona's POV The strange thing about living is that sometimes you are so sure you are dead, something big happens, and momentarily you expect to vanish along as pain crumbles you, but strangely, you survive, strangely the breath in your lungs remains, and you make it out alive with only one thing in mind; Rage.

No love or hatred was needed between them for him to come back to life. Alex put his legs down to the cold floor and stood up. He was shirtless and Rielle couldn't help but admire his well physique body. Realizing she was staring too much, she swallowed hard and looked away but it was too late as Alex noticed. He said nothing but his eyes were on her, dark, cold, fury, every words that described someone who was like a living dead, was what she would describe his eyes. The distant cold stare that bore into her made every beauty she had admire disappeared from his eyes.

Rage burned through me, hot and consuming. I pulled my knife quietly, testing its weight. I'd never killed anyone before. Never even seriously hurt anyone. But Kira's words echoed in my mind. When it comes down to it, you do what you have to do to survive. And to protect the people you love. I waited until Ronan's wolf turned to leave, until the traitor was alone in the clearing. Then I moved. I wasn't graceful. Wasn't particularly skilled. But I was motivated and angry and desperate.

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"