Bitter Rage Novels & Stories

I spat out bitterly forgetting all formalities, her anger flared up so much that if she had to beat me to a pulp she would have done it "You won't get married to him, mark my words... Skylar is only my sister's child and I won't allow another woman to be her mother...got that"she said with a loathing expression while pointing her index finger at me. Nothing but the rage was in her eyes. How could one be so bitter and vengeful? His heart was full of anger "And I promise you will never be with Leo...if you try anything like you just did now...then mark my words...Leo will never be yours" I shot back with rage, I saw how her expression morphed into a dark one. Of course, she was angry like she

Cassian spat, his voice dripping with venom as he looked down at her with pure, unadulterated disgust. Every word came out sharp and biting, carrying the full weight of his contempt. “Pamela!” Ragnar roared. The single shout thundered through the space, his Alpha blood boiling over as anger surged violently through him. His expression twisted with fury, his entire body radiating barely contained rage. Whatever royal composure he had been desperately trying to maintain shattered in an instant. Ragnar lunged forward.

~Rage~ Looking at the woman on the couch, I glared darkly at the sight in front of me. The woman was unconsciously layed down on the floor. She dozed off immediately, lost her consciousness after hitting the tip of the table with her head. Heaving a sigh, I went in the kitchen to have some glass of water and get back immediately, I felt drained before upon handling this woman. “Who is this hot babe, Rage? Why she's with you?” Andrew asked when I came back. Finally he spoke after being silent when he picked us in the club.

[7 AM, BLCKTHORN AUTOMOBILE] Rage. Fury—that was all Ixora could feel within her. A deep feeling of anger—one she has never felt before. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't control it, and to think she did nothing wrong kept fueling the rage within her.

The glass of water, now lukewarm. I look at the pillows Spadino piled on the bed. A mountain of soft, suffocating velvet. I look at the door where the lock used to be. I can't breathe. It starts in my chest. A tightness. A heat. It spreads to my throat, choking me. It spreads to my hands, making my fingers twitch. It isn't fear. It isn't sadness. It is rage. Pure, molten, radioactive rage. I am tired of being handled. I am tired of being protected. I am tired of being a vessel, a prize, a problem, a patient.

Nate held Kieran’s gaze, the anger in him feeling like a live wire. “It’s this… this rage,” he gritted out. “It comes out of nowhere. I can’t think. It’s like something else is pushing me.” Frustration boiled over, and he tugged sharply at his own hair.

“I was the one who mistook your feelings over the past few years. Ethan, let's part on amicable terms. “You know I don't tolerate any form of betrayal.”

I mocked him with a sarcastic smile while anger was getting visible in his eyes. "I don’t need your pathetic mercy. That's the last thing I would want from you." I said I have nothing but disgust for him in my heart. "Then you chose it for yourself. Don’t beg me later when the pain becomes unbearable." He threatened me. I got up from the bed in a second and stood in front of him, glaring at him. "Right now at this moment, I am challenging you, Mr. Malhotra. Try to break me, I also want to see how much pain you can give me. I am not as weak as you think." I said with pure anger for him but inside I was dreading.

I'm too wasted that I can't freaking focus with this simple task. "Don't call me your bitch." He warns and suddenly is already standing in front of me. "I will call you whatever I want," I stand up and look at his face. Thanks for the height assistance by the heels, my head is now on par with his chin, making me feel superior that I can look at him straight in the eye. "Bitch." I purposely say that word to challenge him. "You're drunk." He turns around to leave, obviously not wanting to prolong the fight.

His words and smile brought a degree of unease to Abe’s heart. “He’s called Rage because in uncomfortable situations, he grows crazy – and super strong.” As if on cue a powerful aura broke out from within the barrier, and Abe’s expression changed.