Bitter Rage Novels & Stories

Adrian Blackthrone Rage was the only thing I could feel. It consumed me, a seething fire burning in my chest as I grappled with the overwhelming anger coursing through my veins. It's a primal fury, directed not only at Elliot for the unspeakable torment he inflicted upon Morana and Hazel but also at myself for failing to protect them and at the Moon goddess for making them go through such cruelty. I clenched my fists at my sides, and my jaw clenched so tightly that it threatened to crack under the pressure. Every fiber of my being yearns to lash out, to unleash my wrath upon the world until there's nothing left but ash and dust.

She dislikes averages and treats them like trach, unlike Gianna and Angelina. Fuck ! Is the baby even mine?! Anger seized me, rage and bitterness had preyed upon me , my body was seething with fury, my fingers refused to move, I sat rigid for one long moment, the throbbing in my temples, my nostrils flared, and all the hatred that a betrayed man can feel concentrated in my heart. Charlotte!! I hold myself to not scream, wait until I catch you, you have a lot to explain, and you're definitely going to pay for it ..

"How dare you drench me with a drink? I'm going to kill you!" The man's face contorted with rage, his eyes blazing like fiery embers. His fists clenched tightly, and his jaw hardened in a firm, tense expression. Each word he spat carried a toxic mix of hostility and bitterness. Veins pulsated on his forehead, and his entire demeanor exuded an explosive, seething agitation.

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

My rage grew stronger as all the hurt and anger I had been feeling for the last few months consumed me. It felt like a blackout, a moment of complete rage where I had the urge to tear everything apart. The constant betrayal, lies, and sneaking around overwhelmed me, like a pressure building inside, until I became a raging ball of fury, striking out at anything that crossed my path. My anger boiled over, causing me to slice through everything in my way, Xavier's voice blending into a blur of indistinguishable sound. My rage was spiralling out of control, consuming me from within, and I was on the verge of fully losing control. It was only when the metallic smell of blood reached me that I pau

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

Rage boiled me as I stormed into Oracle Paige’s room, my heart pounding with fury and desperation. How could she, with all her supposed foresight, not have foreseen something as catastrophic as Mike’s disappearance? “I’ll kill you!” I screamed, my voice laced with venom as I lunged towards her, intent on exacting revenge for my son’s vanishing. As I charged toward Paige, ready to rip her head off her body, she remained eerily calm, her expression unfazed by my accusation. Despite my rage-fueled advance, she stood her ground, her demeanor unaffected.

That deranged feelings he has since he was a child, it all comes to life because of her. Every minute that she's not coming home, is an addition to the anger that he's feeling. It feels like he wants to break something. Like his insides is like a volcano preparing to explode. It's like he's head is on a magnitude nine earthquake. He can't think straight. The lava inside him that is his anger is bubbling up. "What took you so long!" A thundering scream erupted from his throat. There's this thing called blind rage. When people feel this anger inside them that they never felt before. Like everything around them is vanishing piece by piece. That is exactly what Rudy is feeling right now.

The tutor raises the rod again— And Maya snaps. She slams the laptop shut, breathing heavy. No wonder they wouldn't let her touch them. No wonder. Her children were beaten. Her children. And she had been letting it happen. Something inside her roils at the thought. She feels rage. The rage is cold. Not burning, not explosive—cold. A deep, freezing fury that settles into her bones like a second skin. She stands abruptly, her movements eerily controlled. She doesn’t bother fixing her appearance. Doesn’t bother wiping the sheen of sweat from her palms.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees as I stared him down, my amusement vanishing like smoke. "We have not stopped looking for her, boss," Lucas rushed to explain, words tumbling over each other in his haste. "We even have a lead." I felt something dark and primal rise within me, a cold fury that I've cultivated over years of dealing with disappointments. People think rage is hot—they're wrong. True rage is ice cold. "A lead?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper now. "Then put on your damn collar and lead on like the dog you are, and find the bitch."