Novel & Cerita City Of Anger

The night didn’t feel any different from the others, but something inside me wouldn’t settle. I wasn’t angry anymore. The anger had burned through hours ago, leaving something duller, heavier. The kind of tired that comes after too many decisions, too many days spent trying to hold my ground while everything else keeps shifting beneath me. I could still hear the faint hum of the city in the distance, not loud, just enough to remind me that life outside kept moving, that the world didn’t care what happened inside these walls.

I slammed the front door behind me and hit the ignition, the engine roaring to life like a warning. I drove. I hit the streets, my eyes scanning every dark corner, every bus stop, every shadowed alleyway. Where are you, you sexy little bastard? The city felt hostile, huge, and indifferent. My blood was boiling, a mixture of rage at Sarah and this sharp, stinging panic that wouldn't let me breathe.

It’s said the most dangerous people are the ones who have nothing left to lose, that welcomed death even. Being angry at the whole fucking world for taking everything from you, leaving you alone to watch the world around you as it carry’s on. Watching the people you once thought were the protectors, when in fact they were to blame for the empty hole that now sits heavy in your chest where once your heart sat.

He asked rhetorically, his soft baritone had become stiffened with anger, pulling at the man. The car door opened, I could see his face, Julian’s face was moist with sweat, I had never seen him this angry, his eyes were low, frightening, a glare on his face. “I…I’m sorry” the man stammered, I watched him as I froze, my phone clutched tightly. “Who sent you?” Julian asked, his tone demanding an immediate answer as his hand folded into a fist. “Talk now!!” He demanded. “I’m calling the police” I said, taking my phone to be dialed, my hands quivering.

The world goes silver-white at the edges, and somewhere far away the city’s field lights up like a struck bell because I have just shown it everything, every frequency, every limit, the whole map of what I am, just as they wanted. Somewhere above us a child starts crying. The sound comes thin through the residential walls, then cuts off too fast, swallowed by a door seal or a hand or the city itself deciding panic is bad for compliance. The cry does more damage than the Well. I am fighting with my own face while children sleep two corridors over in a place that has taught them not to run. The thought makes me angrier than the pain. Anger helps. Anger is crude, but it has handles.

What came next was the rage, you think you knew anger before, you might be angry when someone cut's you off, when someone cheats on you, when your parents don't love you, you might hate people then, but that's nothing, it's a dote in the sea of anger you'll be feeling. White rage, white anger, you'd always think that anger is black, but it's white, it's white of colour, there's no depth, there's no end, it's pure, nothing can come along, there are no stars to lighten up the dark sky I'm feeling, it was just me and my anger. First I could remember every time someone has hurt me, I could recall every fight, every slap, every smack, every heartbreak, and every moment in my short long life that

he shouted angrily, and without wasting any time, he jumped on top of her, throwing her onto the sofa with his strength. "Let me go Christian!" she said. Her mouth, however, was silenced by lips that began to devour her passionately and furiously. Anger: an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything upon which it is poured. Seneca

I said as I ran to my room keeping my emotions intact. Mom tried to stop me from going to my room, but I just ignored her and left them there. I slammed the door behind me and started crying heavily. I started to mess up my room out of anger and I was screaming in anger. I removed the watch he gave from my wrist and threw it as I told myself that everything that we had done has been a lie. But, as I heard it hit a picture frame, I ran up to it and see that the picture frame was smashed into pieces along with the watch. I picked up the photo that was in the picture frame to see that it was a picture of Dad and me when I was a baby. I started to cry again, regretting the decision I made by thr

“OK; here’s the deal… “ Angelo got up and took two water bottles from the fridge; offering one to Moira who silently declined. He unscrewed his and took a quick sip before sitting back in his chair. “It’s a jungle out there, I inherited many enemies from my father. If I shut down the organisation, believe me, there’ll be chaos everywhere. The consequences will be too ghastly to even contemplate.” “Now you’re implying you’re also protecting the entire city. From who exactly… yourself and your gun totting goons?” Moira scoffed. “Like I said, this is a world you do not understand. You sit there and judge me on the basis of your ignorance about what really goes on around you while you’re sleepin

CHAPTER 0078 GETTING HER BACK AGAIN EVAN The city never truly slept. It breathed, pulsing beneath the surface—hidden in the shadows of back alleys, behind tinted windows, between whispered deals exchanged under flickering neon lights. The underworld never stopped moving. Right now, neither could I. Rage burned through me like wildfire, scorching, relentless. Every inhale stoked the flames, every exhale carried the heat deeper into my bones. My hands ached from clenching my fists too tightly, my jaw locked with barely restrained fury.