A Rage To Live Novel Novels & Stories

Juliet was surprised by Serena's good attitude today, she cleared her throat, trying to assert her authority and said to Serena, "If you're late or leave early again, even if you're placed here by higher-ups, I won't go easy on you." Serena smirked inwardly. Really? I'm the one placed here by the higher-ups, and you still dare to nag me every day? Aren't you afraid I'll make things difficult for you behind your back? but she wasn't that kind of person. Otherwise, this nagging department head would have been kicked out long ago. Seeing that Serena didn't seem upset, Juliet felt a bit embarrassed, she wondered if she might actually plan to make trouble for him later. That would be terrifying f

" Raven thought about it all night. Then the idea of revenge took root in her mind. She crept into the kitchen and turned on every gas burner. Then she shut every door and window. Finally, she flicked a lighter in the living room. Just as Margaret had said, Raven really did start a fire. Only, she had not expected the gas to explode the moment she sparked the lighter. So when she pressed down on it, everyone in the house was blown away along with her. Not a single member of that pack survived. THE END

She felt at ease somehow after seeing him; after realizing that there was someone by her side to support her and stand by her side. She also felt kinda frustrated cause she was the only one being bullied. Why did she have to listen to them? Why did she need to be afraid of them? Luan looked at her and was surprised to see some of the dark energy community around her but he was happy to see that it wasn’t dangerous. It was her anger and frustration, helping her fight back. On seeing her so calm, Nora was pissed and she signaled Hailey. “Look clearly!” Hailey said as she pinched Eli’s chin, making her look at Nora and Leo. “They both love each other and there’s no place for you.” She said and

"You sent for me, sire." Rage opened his eyes and looked into the eyes of a man - no- not a man -more like a ghost, or a ghoul. He was tall and towered over him but almost bent over double at the waist. His voice sounded like a thousand gravels grating over each other. His face was pasty white and covered with long white wispy hair. Rage had tried, in vain, to see it, but all he had been able to glean, were his eyes. They were pitch black - the type that did not reflect any light.

For the first time in this whole time, he looked at Aiden. “I always thought you must have lived a happy life, enjoying all the luxuries, i was envious and angry. I wanted to make you pay for it. My rage was killing me for not hurting you and every time I wanted to be more ruthless. I’m so sorry Aiden, I didn’t know you have suffered more than I did. And all I did was adding the fuel to the fire.” He cupped Aiden’s face who was quiet and crying along with him.

I relished it; I could handle rage it was the pain that I could not handle. I allowed the rage to take me over. I allowed it to continue to boil inside me. I loved these two people, and they hurt me more than words can say. How dare they screw in my house. How dare they use me, live off the money that I was making working multiple jobs. Kendra has not helped with bills; Donavon certainly was not helping take care of our children. These thoughts kept fueling the rage, sending it into an inferno that was hotter than a volcano.

The same man who married her while I was still choking on the smoke she left behind. The same man who stood on the ashes of my name and called it justice. I read that line again: You deserve to live, Rino. Not in anger. Not in vengeance. Just live. My vision blurred from rage pressing at the back of my eyes until everything burned. Live? What the fuck did she think I’d been doing? Breathing didn’t count as living. I’d been existing. Surviving. Every deal, every bullet, every brick of coke, just a way to stay numb enough to not remember her fucking face.

Determined. And then Adrian stepped out of the darkness. Clad in a black coat, his eyes burning with fury, he looked every bit the storm he was about to unleash. Victor straightened, amused by the sight. “Ah. And there he is.” Adrian’s gaze flicked briefly to Elena—checking, measuring, anchoring himself to the sight of her. When he saw she was alive, unharmed, his clenched fists loosened ever so slightly. But the rage remained, simmering just beneath his skin.

For an instant, neither moved. Aura tried to rise, more angry than in pain. She reached for Isabella again. Isabella — who had spent the last year living on the edge for two heartbeats more than her own — acted without hesitation. A final shove, a misplaced step: Aura fell back and struck her head against the hearth’s stone edge. She made a single, rattled sound, and then there was nothing but a sudden hush.

Daniel’s fingers dug into Rigel’s shirt, his entire body coiled with something sharp, burning, unrelenting. Rage. Love. “I said you’re wrong.” Daniel lifted his head, his eyes burning with something fierce, something defiant. He looked at Rigel—really looked at him. Felt his heartbeat—weak, but still there. Saw his lips—parted, still breathing. And that was enough. Rigel was still alive. Which meant Daniel was not done fighting. The Fight Begins “No,” Daniel snarled, his voice shaking. “I won’t let you take him.”