All My Rage Pdf Novels & Stories

Arthur’s POV Rage lived beneath my skin like it had always been there. I had felt fury before. On the battlefield. In courtrooms. At myself. But nothing compared to what I felt now, watching her sit at the desk, calm and composed, signing away the last tie that tethered her to the man who broke her and never once deserved her. It wasn’t the loud kind of rage. It was deep and still. The kind that made your jaw tighten. The kind that settled in your chest like heat and waited.

All I could feel was rage. All I could see was the man who murdered our mother. Without thinking, I lunged at him with everything inside me. ***

I’LL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT I SWEAR IT He drops to his knees clutching my dress and staring up at me and I feel absolutely nothing, I pull my dress away and turn back to the microphone. Everyone please, I know you’ve all made your bids on my pieces and I will allow you to keep them but please just allow the authorities some time to photograph and document them so I can press charges against Mr. Lemos and Ms. Tom for their heist Storm baby please you have to believe me, I didn’t know about what Myra had done until after she did it but by then it was too late so I just went with it, his eyes search the room wildly Mom, please help me!

The rage building up in me was slowly getting the best of me, and I was on the verge of an outburst. She totally ignored me and kept flipping through the pages, which was fueling my anger. I rushed to her and tore the paper up. “If you will not tell us where you got that book, then we will never decipher this. Even if I have to die, I will dig the file out myself.” Those words gritted between my teeth, my body trembling in anger. “Everything is not about you. You don’t have the right to rip this up because both your life and that of Rocco depend on it. I got this from his mother and finally, I can use it like she had taught me.”

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in

"Nikolai, you're up." My wolf continued to growl, threatening to break free. I gripped the flash drive so hard that it shattered into tiny pieces. Lowe gave me another concerned look. "Is anything the probl—" "I'm fine!" I growled without meaning to. Grabbing my suitcase, I popped it open and grasped the files I had prepared in case something went wrong with the flash drive. I stood, files in hand and began to flip through them. But I was so blinded by rage that I could not read the words on the paper.

Angelo There comes a point in life where everything just clicks. In this case I want to do things right and spend more time with my family. The latter is easier to achieve after you fix your mess and start on a clean slate . When Arabella came to town with my cousin who I now found out is my uncle's child ; I was angry, iffy, and anxious. All three of those feelings are a major trigger . What they trigger in me is rage, that's beyond control. It triggers rouge rage . I rarely lose my temper unless I really want to protect what matters to me the most.

All I see is red. Suddenly I feel something worse than pain. Rage. So bloody hot I could fry up a whole flock of sheep. Rage, so powerful that I can’t even remember when I stood. Rage, so overwhelming that the next thing that happens I don’t know whether it’s real or false. My entire body starts to shake and before I can acknowledge the sharp pain that's piercing through my body, I’m already headed straight towards the men that held me down. I’m seeing them a lot clearer than before, almost as if they're in 3D now and they somehow look smaller. I don’t know what part of my body I’m using to tear them apart but I don’t even care. I just know that the rage in me wants them dead. It’s almost as

[7 AM, BLCKTHORN AUTOMOBILE] Rage. Fury—that was all Ixora could feel within her. A deep feeling of anger—one she has never felt before. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't control it, and to think she did nothing wrong kept fueling the rage within her.

Rage claws through me, violent and absolute. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.