Novel & Cerita City Of Anger

I can't leave the city because I have no money and I refuse to beg like those homeless people. But aren't I like them now? An SUV skids to a stop before me. I have no time to react, because the door opens immediately and out steps Leo. He has a murderous look on his face. "Were you trying to escape?" I jump to my feet, but there is nowhere to run. With the doors locked and Leo standing just below me, I am cornered. "When I told you that you can't run, I meant it. I practically own this city Angela, I have eyes and ears all over."

“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

One day before... The cityscapes view sickened the young man's vision, he hated the city because of the hell and treatment he received from almost everyone. Aldo Minstral just stopped by the minimarket to get himself a cup noodle. He's too lazy to cook lately, especially when he's feeling under the weather. He felt as if the city cursed him since he was a child, everyone was afraid of him and blamed him for the misconduct he did when he was twelve. He never thought of his misconduct as a mistake, he only did that to protect his beloved childhood friend from being bullied continuously.

Heavy snow had fallen over the northern part of the city. Northern Capitoville, this ancient and bustling city, already carried a hint of cold before the snow arrived. The sky seemed slowly covered by an enormous gray curtain, overcast, oppressive, and silent. The trees along the streets trembled in the cold wind. Their bare branches looked particularly stark against the dim sky. Occasionally, a few withered leaves were swept up by the wind, spinning weakly in the air before slowly falling back down. The moment Cora stepped out of the airport, the cold northern wind gave her goosebumps. Fortunately, only the short walk from the plane exposed her to the wind and snow.

From the first to last individual will absolutely pay. In an attempt to regain control, I focused on the practicalities. As I stooped to pick up the scattered objects, a piece of shattered glass pricked my finger. Big mistake! Like a thinking bomb, I howled in anger, shooting to my feet. I tuned into my wolf stomping on the debris on the floor. I kept going until there was nothing left to receive my anger. Panting, I found myself gazing out of the window, lost in contemplation. The city of Madrid sprawled beneath. It was alive and didn't bother to stop for a split second to condone what I felt.

The sky is starting to tinge gold and bruised purple around the edges, bathing New York City in a warm, deceptive light. Yet everything feels cold to the touch. The evidence of decades-old betrayal in the photograph I’m holding and the icy chill that’s frozen my heart. Everyone always says anger and fury are fiery emotions—blazing heat and scalding flames. But as I mount the back of Ron’s bike and we blast off into the urban streets, it’s cold that most intensely describes how I feel.

Proud, happy about something so useless, while her men were in disarray, without guidance, supplies and aid. She stopped in front of the glass and looked at the dark city, small lanterns dotted the main streets, illuminating the buildings that at that distance and height looked like tiny constructions, although Taryn knew how beautiful and great they were seen up close. Her body began to tremble with anger and surrounded herself with her arms, trying to calm the violent explosion that seemed to want to erupt from every part of her body. Her skin burned, she couldn't bear it, she almost wanted to tear it off, she felt an intense heat flaring up more and more inside: flames of pure anger.

"The revenge plan. It gave me direction when I did not have any other direction available. I am not proud of the form it took but without the fuel I am not sure I would have started building." "And now?" she said. I looked at her walking beside me in the late afternoon light. "Now the fuel is different," I said. She looked back at me. "Better?" she said. "Different is the more accurate word," I said. "Anger burns fast and hot and produces quick results but damages the container. This is slower and more consistent and does not damage anything." She held my hand as we walked. The city ran its ordinary course around the park, the buildings framing the open sky, the light doing what the light di

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR ARIA Settled into the plush leather seat of the car, the city of Milan blurred past in a wash of gray. The heavy rain had been relentless for days, creating a slick sheen on the paved roads. Even now, a light drizzle tapped against the windows, similar to the storm brewing inside me. My heart burned with anger, and I welcomed it. For these few days, I was broken, unable to feel anything. So now, even if the rage hurt, it was better than feeling nothing at all.

They say it every time, dragging my failure back into the light. Because of that disaster, every two-bit thug in this city has found new courage. Crime rates have jumped. People are locking their doors earlier, looking over their shoulders. And who do they point fingers at? Me. They say I've lost control. They say the city is rotting under my watch. I am filled with a rage so hot it burns my throat. I can't think. I lash out at every little thing. My driver, Paul, is taking me to City Hall. The car dips into a pothole and he swerves sharply to avoid another.