Novel & Cerita A Rage To Live Novel

Ryan. If rage was a person, if hate, anger, and dislike were a person then that would be me. The hate was consuming me, filling every single cell in my body and seeping out to make it known to everyone. I want revenge so bad. If there’s a chance for me to get out of this hell and have that then I would have. It still feels like a fucking dream that a respectable person like me would be caged in this damn place. I still can’t believe that I have lost everything excluding the woman I love—I’m getting her back, because I was too foolish and my head was over the clouds.

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

And then, sleep. It is very dark and I am afraid and furious, the pain is so fresh, I cannot escape! I am locked away, starving slowly, the agony of it tearing me apart. My fury will sustain me. My rage will keep me alive. My grief... oh my grief will never, ever, let me rest. ***

"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.

The soft patter of rain traced lazy lines across the windows of the estate. Thunder rolled in the distance, low and lingering like a fading war cry. Inside, the fire crackled gently in the hearth, casting a golden hue across the room. It was warm, quiet—peaceful. A stark contrast to the chaos that had dominated their lives recently. Elena stood in the center of the living room, gazing out at the storm. Her fingers gently curled around the edge of her wool shawl, but her mind was elsewhere—caught between memories and new beginnings.

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.”