Romans & histoires Angry Heroes

“Obviously.” “Shit!” he snapped, walking away from the desk. “This had to be Sebastian.” I watched him pace around quietly. I thought anger looked so different on him than I remembered it with Sebastian. My ex husband’s rage had always been cold and restrained, but dangerous in a calculating way. With Kylan it was open, frustrated anger. Like a child’s angry outburst. I couldn’t blame him because I knew it affected him the most, seeing his personal life had been violated. Which I personally felt bad about.

Unpredictable, raw, unrelenting. "Yes," she replied shortly. "A charismatic fighter with a high KO ratio, but rather... impulsive. If I remember correctly, several of his matches were called off before he even stepped into the ring." "That's right," Marcus nodded. "And not because of injuries." "Anger management issues?"

She was destabilised and Ill at ease. Jack was a good man and easily the best father Miriam had come to know since she was a child. However, his long service on his job as a secret service agent and his numerous adventures in the course of unravelling political espionage, intrigues and the damaging cloak-and-dagger activities of the enemy governments threw him in the country's good light as a hero and, as expected, he effortlessly registered his name in the bad book of the enemy governments; thus, the heroic Jack became a target for the enemy camp. The bad blood against Jack Banning from political antagonists and other forces splashed upon his family, putting his wife, Patricia and his only

Laurens was lying down on the bunk in the cell, hands clasped across his belly, and was staring at the ceiling. The scratches on his back from yesterday's attack still hurt him, but he was a tough guy and wasn't going to lay on his stomach all the time. Even as a child, he experienced worse torture and pain than this. All in all, the good thing about being here was that he could finally drown calmly in his thoughts. Laurens remembered childhood, then adulthood and wondered how his fate would have turned out if he had a loving mother, a father or met a girl who would really love him. He knew very well that most people would not understand what he was doing. For them, Laurens was a dangerous p

He still had a razor blades in his socks and mouth, which would be of little help to anyone if a fight occurred but for Reven who had mastery in throwing things, the six razors with him, could take down six wolves. The hall was rowdy and almost everyone was on their feet. Reven wasn't surprised by seeing his father sitting quietly and watching the rest argue and shout at one another. His two step brothers were among the people standing and arguing at the top of their voices. Reven laughed as he saw Euvene arguing with the rest, knowing fully well that he had no idea nor interest in what was being spoken. Reven's arrival wasn't well noticed as almost everyone was arguing and talking at the sa

The human version of Hulk as the announcer had called him. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes, like a predator ready to devour its prey. He had eliminated four men before me. I was the last guy on the list since my entry came late. I hadn't planned on going to fight but after Kris shut me out, I needed to take my anger out on something or particularly someone. I'd never been good with anger management. When vexed, someone dies. It's how I'd been trained. The bell went off signalling for the fight to start. Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face.

His voice dripped with venom as he uttered a chilling threat, promising that no mercy would be granted to those who had dared to harm what was his. Haider's anger knew no bounds, his cruelty matched only by his unwavering resolve. He was a force of nature, a merciless storm that swept away everything in its path. The world trembled before him, and even his closest allies knew better than to stand in his way when his fury was unleashed. In the realm of ruthless mafias, Haider reigned supreme. His anger was a weapon, honed through years of navigating the treacherous underworld. Those who crossed him would come to know the true meaning of fear, as he showed them the full extent of his wrath.

The media would have turned him into a monster, even if no one could explicitly call him that. I hate them all. Ryan is kind, caring, and gentle, even when he's uncomfortable around me. What a bunch of horrid, self-centered, and vicious people they must be. How could anyone hurt Ryan like that? I suppose I should be feeling sad for his sake, but all I feel is anger at his awful family. "They are monsters," I say, nearly trembling with rage. The expression on Ryan's face is unreadable, even on the good side. "But you," I say, looking intently into his eyes as if the intensity of my stare could prove my sincerity. "You are a hero," I state with ardor. Ryan's eyes narrow and his left eyebrow lo

"I didn't want to be here either. I'm hating the job so far." "That's not my answer." "You are wanted up there, everyone is pissed at you. You are a fucker and they now realise it." Laurent smirked in triumph as he saw Michael's face getting red. "Watch your mouth Laurent, don't forget who you are talking to." Laurent laughed amused, "I know exactly who you are, a wasted angel who has forgotten his place. A rogue." "Better than you."

the angry voice paused then turned into a smirk. "Don’t tell me, you buy the directors with your body to get the 6 in the ranking of heroes?" the angry voice teased but then turned into a sneer. The middle aged woman continued to cry, not bothering to fight the guy who shouted at her, the lost water that was retracted earlier had once again resurfaced and touch all of the heroes who did not have the ability to shield themselves from getting wet by this water that obviously came out from the middle aged lady tears, curses loudly and shouted towards the middle aged lady who simply turned deaf.