Novel & Cerita All My Rage Pdf

Chapter 54 Rafe approached the castle in a fury that trembled every step of the journey. He strode with a sharp, biting step that seethed with the kind of anger that cautioned others to keep away. His eyes burned with a storm that now raged out of control. His fists were clenched, and his jaw was so set that it pained his teeth. Guards at the entrance remained ramrod stiff, lowering their gaze in a split second. No one dared question him or even ask what displeased him. They could feel it—the rage of their Alpha was enough to silence every lips in the castle.

The amber liquid caught the firelight, looking like molten gold. "You look better," he said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hum in the very marrow of my bones. "The color is returning to your cheeks. Rage is a far more effective medicine than anything my doctors can prescribe." "Rage is all I have left to breathe," I rasped, struggling to prop myself up. The stitches in my side pulled, a sharp reminder of the laundry room floor, but I didn't wince. I wouldn't show weakness to a man like Silas.

And I know it cannot be. Anoryl is the enemy. She lived with the enemy. And yet, my body betrays me with every step. Every glance. Every moment I spend too close, every breath I take when she’s near. I’m not supposed to feel this. Not supposed to want this. Not supposed to let myself be swayed by anything other than duty and vengeance. And yet—

Yet, as I stood there, my attention split between the specter of my nightmare and the vivid memories of suffering he invoked. A surge of anguish swept over me, the dam of pent-up emotions breaking open. Rage, revulsion, sorrow, and pain surged through my veins, igniting something within me, a reservoir of strength I hadn't recognized existed. Driven by this newfound force, I lunged impulsively. Artemy flinched at my unexpected action, taken aback as my hand secured his gun. The cold steel rested in my trembling grip, its barrel aimed at Raffaele – the embodiment of my torment.

Ellie grabbed my mom, pleading, "Mrs. Buckner, please, help me! Tara's going to fire me!" Mom, clearly annoyed, asked what she'd done this time. Ellie shook her head frantically. "I didn't do anything! I just followed your instructions to give her kiwi juice she's allergic to. You said she'd lash out if she saw it, but she didn't react at all! "I kept provoking her, but she suddenly turned into a different person. She kicked me out and demanded I pay back 32 thousand dollars! Mrs. Buckner, please, you have to help me!"

Robin’s POV The rage within me bubbled like molten lava, a force threatening to consume everything in its path. Selena and Leila’s visit had left a mark on me, and as they departed, the anger within me erupted. In the quiet of my study, I paced, my wolf clawing at the efforts to control it. The image of Shannon in bed with my sons burned in my mind, a betrayal that increased the rage within me every time I pictured it. Unable to contain the rage inside me, I abruptly swept everything off the table with a forceful motion, a frustrating cry escaping my lips. Papers, files, and books scattered across the floor, reflecting the anger in my chest.

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Xavier As my anger simmered beneath my skin, a fiery heat pulsated through my veins. I stormed towards her, my footsteps echoing angrily against the cold, hard ground. Her face contorted with fury, but I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind her intense rage. The air was thick with tension, carrying the sharp scent of bitterness and confusion. Sage’s voice trembled with remorse as she uttered an apology, desperately yearning to bridge the gap and become her friend. “What is the matter with you!” I demanded, abruptly spinning her around to face me. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, radiating with an intense rage that seemed to ignite like flickering blue flames. The room echoed with th

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong. Wrath… it makes me do a lot of things. I thought I was betrayed by the only woman that I loved and the only thing that can help me to live my life is to resort in wrath. I let myself to be consumed, in wrath so I can have a will to live my life but the same wrath makes me do things that I regret, do things that is unacceptable. Looking at her right now, tears formed in my eyes. It wasn’t tears of wrath or agony but tears of joy while watching the love of my life walking down the aisle. Clearly smiling behind the veil that slightly covers her face. Her gown is beautiful but the one wearing it is bey

Lyra My rage has been like a volcano bubbling up like you wouldn’t believe , I was ready to explode . The men around me work fast and efficiently , with nothing needed to be said . I climb up the steps to my jet , the red mist of rage has not left me since the phone call with Vladimir . He wants a fucking war he has one coming , one he would never win , not in a million lifetimes . I step through the threshold to the jet and Kammi whistles at me.