Novel & Cerita Born Of Frustration

I yell in frustration as my hand trembles in anger to myself. "Please, let me fix this. Let m-me fix t-this," I wail. I slap my hand in the tomb. "Joanabe, this is your fault I become their child. You selfish woman. I did not wish for this. I hope for him to choose me, but I did not want to become his child. My feelings should have been buried along with my body," I groan loudly in pain. I have to let it all out. I have to let myself receive my frustration.

"Okay, calm down. You're not the only victim here---" "I know! I'm just frustrated, I mean, fuck! I'm grounded and they put on hold all of my cards. God, I don't have a life now!" I pulled my hair and slapped my chin, I didn't know where to throw my anger anymore. It was as if all my life was a mistake. I was just a fucking mistake and to be born as Walker? Shit, it was a curse! "Okay." Loisa puffed a breath. "How long are you gonna be grounded?"

I wasn’t able to focus on the files for the next few minutes because a certain brown eyed bimbo’s voice couldn’t stop ringing in my head Because I’m cursed Drake! You’re annoyingly petty. My father is dead! If I abort this baby you could die. I crumple the blank sheet I was writing on and throw it on the ground across the office. I pull out another sheet from my drawer. Trying to put down the idea that just popped into my head but it was out immediately my pen hit my paper I crumple the paper and throw across the office again. “For Chrissakes!” I sweep me arm across my table in frustration.

She saw clips that inflicted levels of pain across her body. Clips that she never knew she had. Light Fades. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter 2 : A Take Into The Past Song of Choice : Nil Sound effect : Back masking/ Creepy, Scary, Horrific Ambience. Major Chapter's Theme : Theme of pain (Calypso) Feedback / Question :

“Motherfucker.” God. I slept frustrated and then woke up frustrated. Just how frustrating this situation is! Instead of throwing away the vase on the floor, I bit my bottom lip to vent my dissatisfaction and fury. “That asshole. I can’t believe him. How dare he throw me away like that after I made him orgasm twice? He didn’t even dare to touch my cock! Does he know how infuriating it is to not be able to cum? And I was so fucking hard! He could have at least let me cum once! How selfish!”

He repeated the words with so much confidence and cruelty that it repulsed me. Anger surged through me like a raging inferno, fueled by frustration and desperation. How could this bastard be so selfish, how can he be so blind to my pain? I know he never wanted the baby in the first place, but I didn't think he would go this far to make sure the baby could stay out of existence. I pleaded with him, begged him to understand, but his stubborn refusal only ignited the flames of my fury. How much more do I need to beg him?

Tonight, something inside me finally cracked. "I didn't ask to be born," I whispered, my voice trembling. "What did you say?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "I said I didn't ask to be born!" The words came out louder than I intended, filled with eighteen years of accumulated pain and anger. "I'm sorry I ruined your life, Mom. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment. I'm sorry I exist!" For a moment, she looked stunned. Then her face twisted with rage. "You ungrateful little witch. After everything I've sacrificed for you, this is how you repay me? Get out of my sight. Get out!"

“This lady found out she was carrying your child and attempted to kill herself. Do you know the level of frustrated one has to be, for them to want to end their life, rather than have a child?” “My child!” I snapped. “Rather than have my child.” I emphasized, “I am very much aware of the frustration, because I am equally frustrated, Ragner and I don’t need you to rub it in my face.” I yelled. “She already knows the implications of carrying my child and she wanted a short cut. I know I’m cursed. I know she would not make it, but what did I do? Revive her, just to slowly watch her die.” I was breathing heavily at this point.

My creator didn’t do right by me, one bit. I had no idea how long I sat like that, but finally I got tired. I pulled myself into a feral position and cursed my fate for being born to suffer only. All the time I had being working hard for my career had being in vain. What a fucking waste of time. “It only goes downhill from here,” I mumbled to myself. ***

I'm not even hard. "Fuck!!" I screamed in total frustration on my pillow. This is fucking bullshit. "Fuck fuck fuck" I'm greatly struggling. I practically feel like a cripple incapable of doing simple shit like jacking off. Jacking off is like the simplest thing to do when you have nothing to do. I needed to do something to deplete my escalating frustration and I'm already bursting as fuck. There's like a bad episode of thunder and lightning inside of me.