Novel & Cerita Born Of Frustration

I growled back at her, and she widened her eyes slightly. "Don't tell me those things like you are some kind of Saint. If you hadn't been drunk and sleeping around half of your life, then I wouldn't have been born as a bas*ard in the first place. Do you think only you are unlucky? I am equally unlucky to have been born in your womb! The same womb that wants nothing but different d*cks each time she is out. Maybe spreading your legs to a different man is way easier than treating your daughter right to you. And I can see the pathetic nature running in the genes -" I started as I couldn’t control my anger anymore before feeling sad that I went a bit overboard.

he mutters with a shaky voice filled with so much pain that it hurts to listen to him. “I am not made because you decided what you thought was best. But I am still your wife. I carry your mark and that's enough for you to confront my misconceptions. Make me understand you, Alaric. Can't you see I am trying so hard to trust you!" I yell. My cheeks flush red as tears rolls down my eyes. I heave in and out, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out. "We lost a child that isn't even born yet. How am I supposed to live knowing that I lost one of their sibling while carrying them? So please, tell me what needs to be known."

I sidestepped her clumsy swing with effortless, lazy grace, grabbed her flailing arm, and drove a vicious palm strike right into the center of her chest, knocking every cubic inch of oxygen out of her lungs with a loud OOMPH. She stumbled backward onto the dirt, wheezing, but I didn't let her recover. I had days of pent-up, toxic frustration boiling in my veins. Frustration at Kessler threatening Luka. Frustration at Callisto strapping me to a metal slab. Frustration at Alfonso smirking and calling me a good girl and making my damn heart beat out of my chest. All of that raw, violent rage found an immediate, very convenient outlet right here in front of me.

Sylvia cried as she was being dragged and for the first time ever, screamed and cursed at her son, “This is all your fault! The village is ruined because of you! I should not have birthed a son like you. I curse the day I met your father. I curse the day I conceived you. I curse the day I birthed you……..” The curses went on and on until it was not heard anymore. Soon after, it was replaced by the screams and pleas of the girls and women as the men had their way with them. Wilson could only scream and curse and struggle but that was as much as he could do. He was so filled with rage and hatred for them and himself, he slowly ran mad. And all that was left in his mind was ‘This is all my fault

It was so frustrating that I could actually feel my skin tighten with irritation, like I was about to snap. Suddenly, frustration took over. It burned through me and made my skin feel too tight, almost like I was about to explode. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I stood up abruptly, grabbing my bag and hurriedly gathering my things, trying to leave before I lost my composure completely. Lucien, as usual, just stared at me. His head was resting on the book on his lap, but his eyes didn’t leave me.

Then the frustration, thick as smoke settles and fills my lungs also the exhaustion, the kind that lives in your bones resurfaces and beneath it all that quiet, humiliating whisper I never admit aloud: The one that always reminds me that am a failure! That I can’t seem to do anything right. Not work… Not relationships…. Definitely not even maintaining a damn roof over my head. The realization that I suddenly have nowhere to go except back to the exact place I fought tooth and nail to escape makes something furious bloom in my chest. Because technically… Am the girl with many options I’m what people love to call a Nepo baby, with a trust fund locked away until I turn twenty-five. I have a fat

Shouted the doctor who was with Emma to receive the little one who was coming into the world, the only boy and the only heir of the Vital company. Emma felt like the pain was killing her. She couldn't even understand how it was possible for her to support that big belly for nine months. Where was that beautiful body that she had cared for for so long? At what point did she forget who she truly was? When was being a mother the most important thing? At what point did all this happen? "Oh, I swear I hate him, I hate this child!” She screamed as she felt that giving birth was taking her life completely. And suddenly, Emma gained the courage to push one last time. That child was finally coming in

His voice trembled with frustration, and he knocked several objects off the table, the sound of wood and metal breaking the silence around us. I could feel the anger emanating from him like a wave. There was something deeper there—it wasn’t just resentment, but also a sense of betrayal. He had always believed that his father thought he was unworthy, and the idea of being cast aside for an illegitimate child, someone who wasn’t even part of the legitimate union, had destroyed something inside him.

She lashed out at him. " What's even wrong with you? I'm supposed to be your mate, your Luna, yet you'd rather have me squeeze out children for you than actually do anything that matters!" "That is unfair! You know I never wanted children because I thought it would kill you and ever since you gave birth I have been by your side and helped you through everything - even with your nasty personality glitches. Why the hell are you acting as if I forced this on you? Why do to keep hammering on this whole ' you made me give birth for you narrative'? If someone else heard you, they would think that I forced you to have my children when we both know that there was no other way and that they couldn't

Frustratingly, he has a point, but I had planned to make those transitions much more gradually. “So, work, we can deal with,” he summarizes. “What are your other concerns?” To be quite honest, work is the big one. I have very few other commitments, and very few people who would notice I’m not around. “Family?” he asks when I don’t immediately answer. I shake my head. “I’m an orphan. I grew up in orphanages and foster homes.” Enzo’s steely gaze softens just a touch. “I didn’t know.”