Novel & Cerita Bitter Rage

"The waitress knows you. You used to come here often, didn't you? And that bastard actually brought another woman here." Alice quickly analyzed the situation and cursed angrily. However, I didn't want her to continue talking about it. I smiled bitterly. "I don't care who he's willing to bring here." "But..." Alice still looked unwilling to let it go. "All right." I pursed my lips and shrugged, pretending I didn't care. "I'm already used to this kind of situation. If I get angry every time, one day I'll die from anger. So, I have to learn to let it go bit by bit..."

"They made me this! They made my family suffer! And they thought they could control it!" The rage consumed me, a blinding, all-encompassing inferno. The pain of my past, the humiliation, the betrayal, all condensed into a single, explosive force. The air shrieked around me, a high-pitched whine of building pressure. The ground buckled, groaning under the strain.

I let my heart pound louder as I unleashed my pent-up rage at Bryan, my words spilling forth like a raging river. "What is your problem, Bryan?" I spat, my voice trembling with anger and my fiery eyes boring into his very soul. "You might not be rich or wealthy, but at least you have something to go by and more importantly, the love of a family, and yet you're still so bitter and ungrateful. "What did you do to deserve any of it? Nothing!” I continued to growl. “Gosh! I would give anything to have just one family member with me now.” I hissed, running my fingers across my hair.

I yelled out of frustration. "Don't fucking yell at me I could've left you there to die! I could've let him rape you and kill you. If I wanted to I could've waited till he killed you so that you could kill him and collect the money my damn self!" He yelled as his eyes darkened. Dylan's a very attractive man but when he gets angry like this it's incredibly scary. He almost looks like a different person, he gets so infuriated that he can't control his impulses. But at this point I had nothing to loose

He couldn't hold his wrath any longer in this volatile situation. Micheal's voice was trembling with intense emotion. "No, I will never forget the misery they inflicted on me," he said, his eyes flaming with unresolved rage. "I'll never forget how they wrecked my family, the countless nights I spent in agony, the never-ending pain that engulfs me even now. I'll never forget the remorse I feel for not defending my family from those awful beasts. No, none of that is going away. I won't be able to rest until I exact my vengeance."

Rage. It was the one emotion that seemed to find other ways to reach him, sneaking in through cracks in the wall over every minor issue that left some inconvenience. It would leak in through the holes and soak into his heart like a sponge, and with every pump, it would flow through his veins, until finally, he would burst. Water would turn to lava and he would boil over, scorning the earth around him and burning everyone close to the explosion, including himself. And when it all began to burn, he would sit back and laugh, watching it all go up in flames.

I got up but heard her mumbling in her slumber, “I am supposed to hate ...you ...because you killed my family....when I look at you I am supposed to remember my sister screaming in ...pain but...but... all I can see is a sweet guy asking for forgiveness for a mistake he didn't do. I don't want to believe you.... but it's a rage of war between my heart and brain ....but all I know is that I lov... Like you Sean, my Mr. X so much that it hurts to take rev...." I stood still waiting for her to continue what she was saying but she had already dozed off.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

“Wait—” I crash into him, both of us tumbling to the grass. I don’t give him time to try and stand as I straddle him, landing a punch twice as hard as the one he landed on me. The Beta groans, his nose bleeding. But I’m not done; I punch him again, and again. Each hit sends spit and blood flying. My vision blurs, the person I’m hitting becomes inconsequential: everything fades in the rise of my anger, the heavy weight of my chest.

What bitter, twisted irony! Something inside me snapped. The years of suppressed anger, the months of simmering resentment, the hours of agonizing fear, the minutes of desperate hope – it all coalesced into a white-hot rage that consumed me, burning away the last vestiges of reason and control. I broke free from Tobias's grasp, the force of my movement sending him stumbling backward, his face etched with surprise and confusion. I strode towards Isadora, my eyes blazing, my body trembling with a barely contained fury.