Born Of A Broken Man Rage Against The Machine Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.”

he said. “Yes.” because that was the point. because if the system needed perfection Then breaking it was the only way to get him back. the space shattered. not slowly. not carefully. violently. cracks running through everything. Through the ground. through the air. through me. pain finally returned. real. sharp. alive. and through it the bond surged. Not faint anymore. not weak. exploding. Zayden. I felt him. Clear. Strong. Fighting. Breaking through. “Aria”

Rage. It wasn’t a wave; it was an explosion. A supernova detonating behind my ribs, incinerating shock, fear, guilt, everything but a pure, white-hot fury that turned the air to ash in my lungs. It flooded my veins, burned my vision crimson at the edges, vibrated in my clenched fists. After months of freedom, of rebuilding, of carefully stitching myself back together, shattered in the space of a single heartbeat by the man standing before me, cloaked in the obscene disguise of a benefactor.

"I am alone, I always have been, Maximilian has you, I know that you want the best for him and I know that at this moment you cannot direct your hatred towards anyone other than me but please, if you ask me to get on my knees, I would do it while I regret what I haven't done but will end up doing. Don't direct your hatred only at me, think and put yourself in Maximilian's place. I am not to blame for all this, it is the world out there that breaks the most genuine hearts in the world. It was not my fault that they changed me in this way, just as it was surely not Maximilian's fault that he had to live in hiding, like a fugitive, a successful man who cannot give much to talk about. Don't thin

“You always thought I was invisible, didn’t you? And why does everyone keep trying to invalidate my feelings? I’ve always just been another poor bastard. That’s what they called me. ‘The illegitimate boy.’ You know my father, don’t you? That son of a…..And you know he never once claimed me. Just gave us money like we were nothing. They should be finding his dead body any second from now. Just a few tasks I had to complete.” His voice cracked, and a devilish smile appeared on his face. I saw the tears gleaming in his eyes, but they weren’t the kind that made you feel pity. They were the kind born from rage. A rage so ancient and bottomless, it had hollowed him out. And it was scary.

Not mine. The correction comes immediately. Theirs. Hers. The child’s. And if I stay, my jaw tightens hard enough to ache. I already know what kind of man I am. I was raised in blood. Built in violence. Men like me don’t get peaceful endings. They get enemies. Bullets. Graves. I look back at Elena. At the machines beside her. At the bruises still fading across her skin.