Novel & Cerita Bitter Rage

I hissed in hostility. I was angry. Filled with rage. Not the kind of anger that swelled like a volcano and erupted instantly in everyone’s faces. I was consumed by an anger that simmered slowly yet hot, deep and unresolved. The kind that hung in the air like a heavy question mark, rebellious and refusing on remaining ignored.

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

I say bitterly meaning every fucking brutal word that leaves my mouth. Sylvan losing himself in his rage can be used to our advantage. It's just bringing him back that is my big concern. A Beast Kindred who indulges in his rage for too long will be lost in his rage and no one, including Nova, will have the stamina or ability to bring him back. Call me a selfish prick. A bastard with no hearts or loyalty. None of that matters when my mate and my sibling that I am bound to by honour and blood need me to be a ruthless and vicious version of myself.

She turned her back on the food that now sizzled and burned, her focus consumed by her own seething fury. As the acrid smell of charred food permeated the air, Hailee stormed away, her anger burning bright. The walls of her confinement seemed to close in on her, a suffocating reminder of the animosity that now defined her relationship with Sebastian. She vowed to harness her rage, to channel it into her pursuit of the truth, no matter the cost. And in that moment, as her fury consumed her, there was no room for optimism or hope—only a burning desire for retribution.

Her eyes couldn't more widened, and her voice couldn't be more exaggerated, she growled, “What?!” “Don't blame me for being merciless!” Though he said those with cunning eyes, with bravery and as if a hero destine to save the day, his heart actually beating with uncontrollable bitterness. The growl seems like the might of heaven itself, and the thunderous clap numb his ears. “You're gone mad...” Bright throw everything in the area to the hovering figure above, unable to contain the frustration in his heart. The boy easily dodge those and look so regretful, that alone cause brigbmht to explode.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

I said, bringing my powder and mirror out of my bag and started to readjust it. “Not bad.” I muttered under my breath and started to reapply my powder. I could tell that beta Zaria North was angry due to the way she gritted her teeth at me but I could not relate that badly to her. This Beta needed a whole mindset change, she was too mean. Or maybe she just had her panties caught in a twist which was the reason for her whole bad behaviour. After reapplying my powder, I put on my lipstick and I saw that it was shinning and glowing. I loved it.

What came next was the rage, you think you knew anger before, you might be angry when someone cut's you off, when someone cheats on you, when your parents don't love you, you might hate people then, but that's nothing, it's a dote in the sea of anger you'll be feeling. White rage, white anger, you'd always think that anger is black, but it's white, it's white of colour, there's no depth, there's no end, it's pure, nothing can come along, there are no stars to lighten up the dark sky I'm feeling, it was just me and my anger. First I could remember every time someone has hurt me, I could recall every fight, every slap, every smack, every heartbreak, and every moment in my short long life that

All manner of things screamed at him: some fell silent right away, and others kept screaming until their voices gave out entirely. He ripped them apart with hands made of steel and crushed bones with his bare fists, taking no notice whatsoever as they disintegrated beneath him. He killed anything he saw moving, breathing, speaking—or simply looking at him. Anger ruled his mind completely. His brain burned hotter than the raging flames all around. This was revenge! Anger seeped from every pore in his body. His hatred exploded, causing fires to erupt wherever they went. This burning rage drove him on and urged him forward relentlessly, demanding bloody retribution.

His eyes, which for a brief moment had shown admiration, were now filled with violent rage, a reflection of repressed feelings, a mixture of fury and desire. In a quick, abrupt movement, he reached Elizabeth, who, upon seeing him advance, widened her eyes in fear. John grabbed her arm tightly, drawing a moan of pain from Elizabeth. “How dare you?” he raged, his voice thick with fury. Elizabeth looked at him in horror, unable to comprehend his sudden aggression. “John… you’re hurting me,” she tried to protest, her voice breaking. “I don’t understand.” Blinded by overwhelming rage and tumultuous emotions, John brutally tore the delicate fabric of her beautiful dress, completely oblivious to El