City Of Anger Novels & Stories

You let the anger hit your skin and you let it sink without leaving a scar. “The press is a fire hydrant,” I said. “You can’t drink from it. You can only drown other people with it. Someone opened the valve.” “You let them,” he said. “My daughter is not responsible. I told you this. You want me to say it again so it gets through that skull you season with whiskey?” My jaw throbbed. “The city thinks she poisoned you.” “The city is a chorus of fools. The line clicked dead. I stood very still. Breathing is louder when you’ve been told a truth you don’t want.

Michelle’s POV The city blurs past the windows of my car, a kaleidoscope of traffic lights, taillights, and neon signs reflecting off the slick asphalt from last night’s rain. My hands grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary, the heat from my anger still lingering beneath my skin, though it’s now mingled with the cold, sharp clarity. Every time I replay his words, the finality in his tone, it’s like a weight settling on my chest, heavy but not crushing, at least not yet. The truth is, I can feel the noise of the city vibrating through me, and I know that sitting here, behind this wheel, I have to figure out what comes next.

“Breathe? While she’s out there? While God knows what could be happening to her?” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t flinch. “You think I don’t care? You think I’m not tearing the city apart for her? But right now, you’re drowning in your own anger, and it’s blinding you.” My head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “Watch your words, Marcus.”

She shouted. “That is how it has always been. There has never been a "us," and I doubt there will ever be. “W-what?” Julia asked in a quivering tone. Tears were about to fall from her eyes, but she controlled them. “You heard me.” Donatello then added, “I need you to leave by tomorrow morning. Marcello would assist you out.” Julia was now certain that her boss meant what he said, which made her angry. “You know what, I hate you! I had harbored resentment in my heart from the first day until today. You are the worst person I have ever met, and I hope we never meet again.”

Her eyes were red as she glared at him. “My husband, Nazzolini, fought for you for ten years, showing his loyalty. Yet, all for a woman, you killed him like he meant nothing.” Victor’s face twisted in pain, but he didn’t move as the spit slid down his cheek. He lowered his head and whispered an apology, “I’m sorry–” Chiara’s hand struck his face hard. “Sorry? To hell with your sorry!” Her anger exploded. She slapped him again and again, left and right, without stopping. At my signal, the bodyguards restrained his arms tightly, leaving him no way to dodge. This was what he deserved.

Anger unfurled slowly inside my chest while those words echoed repeatedly through my head like poison. He thought I would always crawl back to him no matter how badly he treated me because he genuinely believed my love made me weak..By the time night settled fully across the city hours later, I could not bear the thought of returning to my apartment where every corner reminded me painfully of Damon, so instead my feet carried me automatically toward the only place capable of distracting me from my humiliation. Rhodes Enterprises. The cold night air slapped harshly against my face as I stormed down the sidewalk, but somehow it still was not enough to cool the rage burning through my veins so

I felt a deep, burning humiliation that made my hands shake with uncontrollable anger. I slammed my fist down onto the desk, sending my empty whiskey glass crashing onto the carpet. The glass shattered into tiny pieces, but the noise did not calm my mind. My eyes burned with a dangerous, desperate rage as I stared out the large windows at the city skyline. I had spent years building the Ironclaw Titans into a dominant, terrifying sports dynasty. I could not leak the files to the news without destroying my own throat, but my deep hatred for the Winter Wolves would not let me sit back and watch them take the trophy.

Right? Running under the rain was stupid, carless and reckless, she didn’t even know the streets and alleys well – or at all, she could have been kidnapped, raped or even killed but no one had told her to her face how stupid she had been. And what she had said to Xavier, she wished she could take back her words but thinking about it, even if time was taken back, she might not have taken her words back, it was good to let the anger out of her system.

The lines on his forehead deepen, etching a map of his inner turmoil. With every accusation, every recollection of past wrongs, Jay's anger intensifies. It fuels his resolve, propelling him forward with a fierce determination to confront his father and expose the depths of his pain. His words are chosen deliberately, carefully crafted to cut through the armor of indifference that his father wears so callously. As the confrontation escalates, Jay's entire body seems to vibrate with an electric energy. His movements become more forceful, accentuated by sudden gestures and sharp, decisive actions. The anger boiling inside him radiates outward, creating an aura of palpable hostility that fills t

Angelo stared out of the window without any expression on his face. From where he stood, he could see the entire city. His face hardened just staring at the city. "I won't stop at nothing until I finds her". He said and his heart hardened.