Novel & Cerita All My Rage Pdf

he snapped. "I... I... Am sorry sir, Kim is my friend, they were all ganging up against her, I couldn't stand and watch, please forgive me sir," Claire stuttered shivering uncontrollably. "Your friend threw a first punch at the circle she couldn't fight off all by herself, foolishness at it's peak," he stated. "Now, get out before I change my mind." "Thank you sir," Claire squealed and quickly took to her heels. "And you, miss trouble."

I slammed the table and stood up, staring straight at the person in front of me. My rage is rising with time and after talking to that freaking woman all I want to do is break every single thing before me! "I... I can do it well. If I were to level up now, I'll definitely hand it in tomorrow morning!" "Do it tonight. Or you are fired." I picked up the document and threw it at him. "Ye...es sir, I will!" The general manager somewhat blurted his words out before almost running away from my office. I sat back in my chair. My head would burst like crazy because of rage. How fucking dare she!?

[You still have the nerve to play the loving mother online? Look at what you did to your own daughter.] [How is someone this cruel still alive? And she’s been making money off that fake mom image?] [Careful, everyone. She’s probably about to post some crying video about how depressed she is.] Insult after insult pushed my mother closer to the edge. With nowhere else to put her rage, she turned it all on me. “You cursed girl.” Her voice trembled as she glared at my body.

I said slowly, "is not a gift. It is not a blessing. It is not a mark of favor from the Goddess or whatever the fuck else the songs want to call it." I looked at my hands. "The Rage Wolf is exactly what it sounds like. It answers to rage. To anger. To fury. To every ugly, messy, destructive emotion that we spend our whole lives trying to control." I looked up. "My Rage Wolf," I said, "is in its infancy. Do you understand what that means? It's new. It's young. It doesn't know its own strength. It doesn't know its own limits. It answered to my insecurity, because it doesn't know how to answer to anything else yet."

Rage is a powerful feeling, it knotted your inside, and flared your desire, making all feelings succumb to the burning madness. The elf, Justus, I trusted him, fucked him, gave him my all, and damn if I now feel like the stupidest male alive. *****

Rage boiled in me, and my face burned with anger, but rage zealous and primal shone from my eyes. I smashed the safe box with even greater strength, my arms raised high and then crashing down hard on the metal surface. The impact rang through me, sending shockwaves through my body. The safe box shook and groaned as its metal skin buckled and warped under the weight of the blow, which still did not yield. The fury within me was a living, breathing entity, a rabid beast that had been unleashed and gone berserk. I found myself no longer in control of my actions; my emotions drove me, a desire for the truth and justice.

CINDY'S POV~ Rage coursed through me like a raging inferno, my veins pulsing with fury. With a guttural cry, I flung the file on my desk across the room, my hand slamming down hard on the desk, sending papers and pens flying in a whirlwind of chaos.

Rage boiled me as I stormed into Oracle Paige’s room, my heart pounding with fury and desperation. How could she, with all her supposed foresight, not have foreseen something as catastrophic as Mike’s disappearance? “I’ll kill you!” I screamed, my voice laced with venom as I lunged towards her, intent on exacting revenge for my son’s vanishing. As I charged toward Paige, ready to rip her head off her body, she remained eerily calm, her expression unfazed by my accusation. Despite my rage-fueled advance, she stood her ground, her demeanor unaffected.

My hands were on his bare chest, and when I tilted my head up to look at him, he was already looking at me with an unfathomable expression, as always. “You’re naked. The ground is cold.” I told him. “I’m used to the cold.” He answered, his hand raised, and brushed the stray hair off my face before tucking it behind my ear. “Don’t reject me again, Althea.” “I won’t. I don’t want to kill Rage.” I told him the truth. I was hurt, but after the time I spent with Rage, I would never do anything to kill or hurt him. “I’m mad at you, but not at him.”

Anger spilled out the red ink on the bottom of that piece of paper. “If the girl becomes a problem—kill the mother.” Just like that, without much fuss. Just a death sentence scribbled down like a shopping list. The blood drained from my hands so fast I could’ve sworn I heard it rushing to hide in my shoes. My knees didn’t give up—but only because my pride is stronger than shock could ever be. I shut the folder like it might bite if I hesitated. Too late, of course. The bite had already landed, and the venom was working its way up my spine. My hands trembled with the kind of rage that doesn’t shout—it just burns quiet and permanent. Like acid under pearls.