Born Of A Broken Man Rage Against The Machine Novels & Stories

“I know! He seems to be filled with so much pain, I’m surprised he has not committed suicide. I have seen a lot of people expressing their emotions. But never have I seen a kid with so much pain and anger and hatred who has managed to keep it hidden in that dark corner of his heart for so long and is yet to commit suicide. Even now, he is still filled with so much anger and hatred! I don’t know what to do!” “Can’t you just send him back inside?” “No! It only works once for each person!” “This is bad! Very bad!” “No it’s not!” they all turned to look at the one who just spoke up. “What do you mean?” “He is filled with so much anger and hatred for our enemies, the nobles. He is still useful fo

The hall was deathly silent. “You couldn’t even pretend to want me,” Agnes continued, her composure cracking. “You loathed my touch. My presence. I was a placeholder. A convenience.” Marcus reached for her. “Agnes—” “Don’t touch me!” Her Alpha power surged, slamming into the chamber like a shockwave. Warriors staggered. Elders flinched. “I will not be erased quietly,” Agnes said, her voice trembling with rage. “If this world only respects bloodshed, then so be it.”

“Call his assistant, and let him pick his asshole boss,” Frank did not threw nor glimpse at me. I am here on the carpeted floor and as I crouched myself even more, it was helping me to ease the pain. “Fuck!” I screamed and leaned my back on the concrete post. All the pain I could was replaced by anger towards this man. I never expected that he’s a rich man like me, and a part of the most dangerous clan in the society. “I should warn Selin!” I mumbled. “You better think about yourself, you’re losing too much blood!”

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.

Something that refused to break. I was done being afraid. I was ready to fight. *****

"When Mom died, i was happy that i had you. My strong pillar. My dad. A superhero. I felt myself the most luckiest child in the world. What could one ask for. You had given me everything. Your love, your time. And then it was all snatched back. Just because i was special? That i was hermaphrodite? Was it my fault? Did i choose it to be? Why was i to be punished and blamed? It would have been a hell better if you would have killed me that day instead of feeding me to the dogs you called elite people. Those, oh so sophisticated, sober, high class, gentlemen. They were even more pathetic than animals. They would grope me, flirt with me, and touch me. And then there were you, sitting, puffing ci

"You are doomed." A surge of anger coursed through Cecilia, prompting her to take a step closer to her mother, her body trembling with the primal energy of her wolf. She was trembling now, the rage nearly intolerable. She sensed the warmth building in her chest. The pain of betrayal pierced more profoundly than any injury.

Kenneth’s hands moved with fluid exactness, firing, shifting, weaving around the chaos like he was part of it, the world bending around his will. “Stay low!” he barked, voice barely carrying over the cacophony, yet absolute in authority. My body obeyed automatically, pressing into the warmth of his back, feeling the tight roll of his muscles beneath his shirt, the cadence of his breath marking a rhythm I had no choice but to match. Every shot rang out, echoing across the hills, and each impact, each scream, reverberated through me like the pulse of some dark, intoxicating music I could neither escape nor resist.

The anger I had been holding in, the humiliation, the heartbreak—it all erupted. "You motherfucker," I hissed, the word foreign and yet so incredibly right on my tongue. My nunhood was gone, and with it, the rules that had bound me. I didn't have to comply anymore. And you know what? That one word, that single act of defiance, gave me immense pleasure. It was a dam breaking, a violent storm I had been holding back for too long. A barrage of profanity rained down on him, each curse a testament to my shattered innocence, each word punctuated by another object I threw in his direction. I would no longer dance to his tune. My hands were shaking, my body trembling with a mixture of rage and a str

They called my mom shameless. Said she'd found some rich guy, gotten my dad killed, and I was just a bastard. The first time I yelled back, they shoved me into that lake. I couldn't swim. I fought the water for what felt like forever. I really thought I was going to die. Then Joshua jumped in and pushed me to shore. When he climbed out, a rock had cut the skin under his eye. Blood covered his face, and I started crying. He just grinned. "Nice. Next time someone messes with you, don't be scared. Curse them out if you have to. I've got you."