City Of Anger Novels & Stories

Everything about her body language played over and over. I glared at the glass in my hand before throwing it against the wall, watching as its glass shattered. I went back home after our encounter. Yaroslav noticing my anger, didn’t need to ask twice as I suppose he heard the two of us talking anyway. I could hear Aunt Nikita out of my office’s door, speaking to Yaroslav. I ran my fingers through my hair before I sat on my desk. The need to punch someone in the face growing stronger with each passing second, and the pain that I was feeling in my chest didn’t make things any easier.

Selena questions, looking at Nisemono and the lost boy who seemed too upset to talk. "He took Amorivia," he said, gritting his teeth. "It seems like he knows our plan. He said she possessed the power to unlock his weakness. The Angel does not want to be defeated. We have to travel to the City of Reflection. Let's find it on the map that the King has given us." "City of Reflection?" "That sounds like a great place to die." "For the Angel of Death," says Kitto, shaking his head, "Not for us. We have to go home no matter what."

He angrily spat out some curses that made Kaleid's face, darken even more and the killing intent that he had been trying to restrain earlier had now slowly emerge out of his body heavily that made Mayor Phil flinched. Kaleid coldly looked at Mayor Phil and heavily said, “So what about it? It's not like I am not a mad tyrant, cunning, blackened, manipulative, possessive, two-faced and also someone who has anger issues, can't control himself once he pushed to limits to the point that he will kill the target of his anger and won't stop until he wouldn't see the target bathing with his own blood.” Kaleid let out a soft chuckle as the arm that was wrapped around my waist tightened as he pulled me

Such as a lock falling into position. I did not even switch on the TV that night.I did not feed through my phone. I was sitting by the window and the city lights were streaming in, the paper was piled up on the table behind me very neatly. The fear did not exist in isolation anymore.Something of that other had taken root. Anger. It tickled my flesh, more like coffee, or more like wine. And anger, better, I saw, than fear. Anger moved. Anger fought back. I clapped my palm to my stomach, the tiniest flutter was giving me the reminder of the life that was growing within me. He wasn’t just coming for Avis. Quentin would take this child as well had I permitted it. No. Not this time. This time, I’

“It took me a while to figure it out but it was worth every dollar I spent and I believe I have paid my dues and earned the right to keep this territory and the supply chain as well.” Angelo belonged to a group that experienced an internal war in Chicago, he and a few of his buddies had come down here a few months ago and they brought chaos into Los Angeles. I heard of them while I was working for my father but they were regarded as little fishes in the big pond but they have grown into something bigger.

You can count on us. She took a step back from the window when he walked away, and the city spread out before her like a battlefield waiting to be claimed. Her heart was pounding with anger and anticipation. She was coming for Victoria, but she was coming for everyone who had ever doubted her, betrayed her, or underestimated her. This is my city," she whispered into the darkness, her voice like a venomous vow as she brushed her fingers against the edge of the desk. The flames in her eyes matched the level of her ire. "And I'll burn it to the ground before I let anyone else have it.".

The engine roared to life, and I peeled out of the drive, tires screaming against the pavement. The city swallowed me. I drove aimlessly at first, windows down, the city air slapping across my face like a cold hand trying to wake me up. I didn’t turn on music. I didn’t need it. The roar in my head was loud enough. I’d never been this triggered. Not even when she stole from me. Not even when I’d first realized she was more than just a debt to collect. Back then the anger had been clean and transactional. This was different. This was personal. This was mine being touched by someone who had no right

he says and turns the car toward the shed, one of many my dad has laid out for use around town, and parks the car. I jump out of the car and Cosmo immediately jumps to my side like the good watchdog he is. Southward Angel is a beautiful city, it grew a lot and became one of the biggest and best cities in the country to live in, but they didn't observe its dark side, like this one, one of the neighborhoods furthest from the city center, which my father never wanted to renovate to serve their purposes, there's barely a soul living here, just a few homeless people who knew better than to poke their noses where it didn't belong.

They were both wrong because now I was not just a man trying to survive. I was a man with direction, with clarity and with something unbreakable behind him. Home. And there is nothing more dangerous than a man who has finally remembered what he is fighting for. Rosa — First Person POV People think anger is loud but it is not. Real anger is quiet, it sits in your chest and waits, it watches, it learns and then it strikes. I was sitting in my office when the report came in. “Mason left the city,” my guard said.

* He clenched his jaw, the anger hardening into something colder and more dangerous. “But I’m not finished yet.”