Romans & histoires Born Of A Broken Man Rage Against The Machine

The ones who let my child die. I saw red. I couldn’t think anymore. I couldn’t feel anything else. Only rage.. Pain. Only hate. I didn’t know where the strength came from— But I moved. Fast. My fist clenched tightly as I rushed forward. “You killed him! Return my baby to me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. Then I threw the punch— “Return my baby— Ahhh!”

And for the first time since the crash, I felt the thing inside me, the wolf, the rage, the mother who’d lost everything, stretch her claws and bare her teeth. I was still broken. But broken things can still cut. And I was ready to bleed the world dry.

complex that needed to be fed because someone felt that they had the right to destroy lives to stroke their ego. It made him sick and as he downed another shot he felt his fractured heart break a little more. Two days, Machine thought. Two days and then I have to tell the club that we were betrayed. Two days and I may have to uproot innocent people who were starting to get their lives back to normal. Machine laughed and shook his head at that thought. What the fuck was normal anyway? These people were being trained to defend themselves from a madman’s ego because no one else gave a fuck enough to be concerned when they went missing. Thirty fucking people who were sold into a life of slaver

She thought : "It must be ghastly to be in love with a woman and see her giving birth to another man's child. Poor old Joey" For Penny, a few hours oblivion and then she woke with the dawn of a cruel stab of that awful pain. The demon possessed her body again. It no longer seemed to be her child or anything that she could ever love or care about. She only wanted to be rid of it and of this torture. Pitifully she hung on to the little nurse and sobbed. "I can't go in... Oh, must I? Must I go on?" "Try to be brave, my dear. You have had a bit of sleep, you know. It won't be long now"

In fact, everything I am giving him will never comapre to the pain he subjected me to. This man broke me. In his hands, I was Battered and Broken Yet I remained Invincible. This idiot and left me for dead but I somehow survived. I believe my survival was for a reason and this reason was for me to live to get rid of scum like Connor from this universe. I start cutting him slowly, his blood spattering in every direction. Without any limbs, he cannot flail around. He is as quiet as a sheep on the alter. I watch with satisfaction as his life force slowly leaves him.

Ava gasped, blood smeared on her chin. “You think I’m scared of you?” she spits. “You’re a coward. You think this will break me? You think he won’t come for me?” The man laughs. “Oh, he’ll come. We’re counting on it.” The video ends. I don’t throw the phone. I crush it. With my bare hands. Then I stand. And for the first time in years, I feel it again. The old darkness. Not fear. Not pain. Rage.

Years of anger at being bullied, ignored, treated like I was not worthy fuelled that anger. "It appears the Goddess decided to play a joke on all of us." The look of shock on all their faces was worth any punishment I might get. It was heresy but I really didn't care anymore. I hated them. I hated the fact we had to mate the way we do, turning us into mindless beasts. I was humiliated and wouldn't let my anger go lightly. I looked straight at Ravy. His eyebrow shot up. "I'm ready to leave now. I would hate to inconvenience you any longer than is necessary."

As she grew up, the obsession turned full-on pink bunny mania. She used to say she was a hero from Planet Bunny, sent to save Earth. But life never played fair. Her mom died giving birth. Dad passed when she was eight. She grew up watching William fight off their greedy uncles, stuck in nonstop power games. It broke her down. She was supposed to save the world—how could she be a burden? So, when the house staff mistreated her, she stayed quiet.

“Protect her? You destroyed her. You left her when she needed you. And now? Now you sit here, drinking pity like it’s champagne.” Ethan moved back a little. “You think I don’t know that? Every night, every morning, I wake up with her name in my head and the memory of her face the night I broke her heart. I can’t breathe without feeling the weight of what I did.” His voice cracked despite his effort to hold it steady. “I let her go because I thought I was saving her from me, from the chaos I was drowning in. But all I did was burn her to the ground.”

And that passion, when rooted in respect and affection, could be one of the most powerful forces in a woman’s rebirth. For the first time in years, Mia did not feel like a woman recovering from heartbreak. She felt like a woman stepping fully into herself. And Calvin? He wasn’t just the man who desired her. He was the man who awakened her. Body. Heart. And soul.