Beyond Noise And Anger Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Then what are you waiting for!" The roar came fast. His hand cracked across my face. Slap. My head snapped sideways. The heat from the slap spread through my cheek. "Do you think your life matters more than the name Moretti?" He gripped my chin, fingers digging deep through my skin. "You are a Moretti. We don't run. We fight until there is nothing left to fight." "I'm sorry," I choked out. "Sorry won't put a million dollars in my pocket. Sorry won't stop the other families from laughing at me." He released me and turned toward the window, staring out at the dark gardens. "I can't have a coward for a son. I won't."

My fingers curled into a fist against the edge of the table until the wood creaked under the pressure. They were speaking about wolves. Of strategy. Loss and casualties we might suffer. As if any of it mattered more than the fact that she had been taken further away from me while I was still breathing. I stopped pacing and stood still again, this time letting the silence sink in fully. The anger was still there, but beneath it something else was forming, something colder and far more dangerous because it was no longer just rage. I was done listening. Done waiting. Done being told what I could and could not take back.

She bared her teeth and let out a deafening roar, hoping to intimidate the wolves. Just when all hope seemed lost, as Samantha and her children braced themselves for the inevitable attack, the ground shook beneath them as Alexander's massive form burst through the trees.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Christian struggle to find his words. “Another gift. I channelled calming energy into you both. You can’t react like this, reverting to type, anger and lashing out at the messenger is not going to help anyone. We are all going to hear things we don’t want to, be forced to relive things we would rather leave dead and buried, and the sooner you all accept that, the quicker we can put this whole nightmare to bed.” I look around the room and hold eye contact with every individual until I’m satisfied my words have sunk into the collective of stubborn heads.

The cacophony of voices echoed around him, distant yet somehow piercing. He found himself standing in the hazy periphery of a scene, a memory from his childhood that remained etched in his subconscious—the day he overheard his parents arguing. Their voices, once muffled whispers, now reverberated sharply through the walls, a symphony of discord that shook the very foundation of his understanding. Logan crept closer to the partially ajar door of his father’s study, drawn by the urgency in his parents' voices. He lingered, unseen, on the periphery of their heated exchange.

Although I am aware that they still had feelings for one another, they were both being obstinate, harboring resentment, and refusing to acknowledge their own shortcomings. Although it hurts, we have to accept that our baby is gone and won't be returning. I don't blame anyone, and it's not their fault. Noah is receiving help and is aware of how much of a disaster he was. Not only did Ethan and I see each other behind Noah's back, but we also lied about it. We made a mistake. We need to talk it out and forgive one another even though we all have good reasons to be angry and hateful toward one another right now. Piling blame on top of blame and hatred on top of hatred will only make the situati

He bent and whispered. I glared back into his eyes and clenched my fist. I was so angry that I felt the urge to scratch at his face, but I held myself back and nodded. Probably because of my condition at the moment, my temper was fiercer than usual, but I still needed to control myself ~ Knowing that Marcus would only continue to rile me up, I decided to leave, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. "You are going against the rule of this company, Mister," The heavenly voice of Brenda broke the ice, and I couldn't have been more relieved, but apart from being relieved, I was also surprised.

Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.