Novel & Cerita City Of Anger

I turn away, hands shaking. Hale once told me anger was my curse. He was wrong. Anger’s my fuel. I’ve spent two months locked behind walls, watching the pieces of my life handed to my brother. Now I’m out. And I’m done watching. ----- The rain hasn’t stopped. It slicks the pavement, fills the gutters, turns the city into a mirror. I follow their car at a distance. Old habits, old instincts, everything I tried to kill inside that cell is awake again.

And that’s what makes me want to puke. There it is again the pounding continues, faster now, and I feel it in my chest, in the pit of my stomach. I turn away from the door, walking to the window instead. The view is breathtaking. Or it would be if I weren't so fvcking angry about everything that’s happened. The city lights stretch for miles, too far away to ever feel real. A false sense of freedom, teasing me from the distance. I press my forehead against the cold glass, taking a deep breath. I know I have to get out of here. But for now, it’s just about survival. Playing the game. Letting Dax think I’m weak while I figure out how to destroy everything he’s built.

Florence POV “You have to,” he insisted, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “This place, these people, they are not part of your world. They do not care about your morals or your outrage. If you carry that anger inside the door tonight, it will be written all over your face. You will get us all killed.” I glared at him, heat flushing my cheeks. “I’m not stupid, Anthony. I can control myself.” “I didn’t say you were stupid,” he replied, his eyes locked on mine. “I am telling you what will happen. Your anger is a liability in there.”

The wolf is more familiar than I realize, more real than I realize, more real than the reality of what I am, of what I am, of what I am. I catch my reflection in the window, the glow of the city lights beneath the glow of my eyes, beneath the glow of my eyes, beneath the glow of my anger, of my betrayal, of my betrayal and my anger and my anger and my anger and my anger and my anger. It is more than I realize, more than I can hold. My breath becomes a low, harsh growl, my breath becomes a low, harsh reminder of my anger, of my betrayal, of the betrayal and the anger and the loss and the pain and the pain and the pain.

But with courage in their hearts and unity in their souls, he knew that they would face whatever challenges lay ahead together, bound by a bond that could never be broken. And as he looked out over the city, bathed in the light of the rising sun, he knew that the future was bright and filled with endless possibilities. And with a smile on his face and hope in his heart, he knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, he would face them with courage and determination, ready to protect the city and its people from whatever darkness may come. -Stellar

The Lord opened his eyes. - My children told me important news. The city came to life in an angry roar of discontent and grief. Your lair has been attacked, but that doesn't matter. There is news and more important, - Shadof lowered his voice, and began to speak in a half-whisper, vibrating loudly in his ears.

He was only at the level of an average beta; he could never handle such a powerful smell of pheromones that defines the anger and annoyance of a Luna. It takes a long second for Angelo to calm down and his head to go to the right track. He tsked. He opens the door then goes out without any explanation. The driver in the driver seat opened his mouth wide when he saw his young master heading to the direction where the car was deliberately blocking the road making it difficult for people going to work and school to pass through, resulting in them to be late as time passed by, its car was still blocking the road. Angelo headed to the direction where the car is, both hands at each other side of h

I told him gripping tighter. We stopped in front of the huge fire eating up the trees covering the large tract. The fire bringing such a huge distraction looked like it’s speaking death to anyone who’s gonna run though it but I can’t feel it’s heat. Angelo walked in it like a god of fire. It doesn’t even touch his skin as he calmly walked on it. He stopped to look at me, offering his hand. The fire’s light made Angelo look different. It is reflected to his eyes making it look like burning too.

An angry opponent makes mistakes. That’s what my father and Caleb never understood. Anger is a weapon to their thinking, not a liability. Black is cast from the same mould. I’ve wound him up by staying calm, by being polite, and most of all by humiliating him, and he can’t see clearly through the red mist of fury. He’s three hundred pounds of muscle and rage, as unstoppable, dangerous and terrifying as a runaway locomotive, charging down on me. His free hand is out with claws ready, blocking any escape. Blinding sunlight flashes from the silver of his blade as it sweeps down.

Intense and angry and fiery, those turquoise eyes were so bright they were rendering me immobile. “Watch your damn mouth.” Each word was edged with anger and saturated in restraint. “I don’t give a shit how you spoke to people in your fancy-ass, upper-class world back in Los Angeles, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna have some stuck-up daughter of a high roller comin’ into my world as my fuckin’ employee and talkin’ to me like I’m worth less than her.”