Bitter Rage Novels & Stories

Spiders and irresponsibility for instance. But rage was an emotion I have always tried to stay away from. I do get angry at times, in fact, quite a lot of times with my employees, especially my assistant. But rage is something different. It's not just a mere anger at something that goes away after some minutes. I feel that rage is stronger than anger in so many levels. In fact, I've always thought it to be the most dangerous of the triad. So I wanted to avoid it at all costs. And I have been successful at that. Until now.

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

The moment I burst through the protective barrier my mind put up, a smile creeps up on my physical face, as the realization of how I can fight slams into my forefront. Rage is the key, it is the very essence of the destruction from storms, the fuel that fires the explosion of volcanoes, and the earth-scorching lava that destroys all in its path. I will raise the temperature of my core with my fury-filled lava. I will torch every molecule of Kali's dick, leaving him with a digit that he will never be able to use again!

“It’s not what you think. I can explain—” “Enough!” I roared, slamming my hand on the table. She flinched, taking a step back. My anger rushed like a tidal wave, unstoppable. “I have had enough of your lies, Marrissa. Do not push me. Do not make me do something we will both regret.” Tears welled up in her eyes, but I diid not care. I was too far gone, too consumed by the bitterness boiling inside me. “You will regret crossing me, Marrissa,” I said, my voice low but deadly. “I swear it.”

his tone became whispery and softer. The paper beneath my hand slowly crumbled into my trembling hand. "Did he touch even a single strand of her hair?" I asked venomously, contempt dripping from my deepening voice. Liam visibly swallowed before finally speaking up. "He hit her and she didn't take it too well and now--" "Fuck," I cursed sharply, hammering my fist so hard on the desk it loudly banged before cracks formed on impact. I'd never been consumed by so much rage and bitterness, blood rushing everywhere in my body and radiating so much heat onto my skin that I felt like I was burning.

I was a service. A surrogate nurse with a price tag. I clenched my teeth, fighting the sob that clawed at my throat. But it wasn’t sadness that boiled over….it was rage. Pure, bitter, helpless rage. “FUCK!!”

I growled before storming out The rage boiled inside me, twisting into something I didn't recognize Everyone was just pissing me the fuck off!!

Adriana POV Raptor's eyes burned with anger as he continued to glare at the rival group of bikers. The tension in the air was palpable, a volatile mix of resentment and hostility. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his emotions. "He should be taught a fucking lesson," Raptor growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. The incident that had transpired between them had ignited a fire within him, fueling a desire for vengeance. He felt the weight of injustice pressing on his chest, urging him to take action.

Niyati was like going crazy seeing her daughter on the bed. Niyati wanted to take Neela with her for a few days but Shivansh didn't let her. She literally begged in front of him but he didn't show any softness. And, it was the last stroke he pulled. Niyati couldn't tolerate all this and cursed him. She was already upset and his refusal just made her madder. She cursed him out of anger though she didn't have the intention to curse him. She can never think of happening something bad to him.

And then, voice soft and full of something unreadable, he murmured, "And so… rage becomes her." A slow, sharp smile curled my lips. Yes. Yes, it fucking did.