City Of Anger Novels & Stories

But that action from him is very bad, the action he was trying to take is a very bad one. His very bad anger habits will never let him think very well before taking any further action. How can he even try to kill someone that need to be protected in other for him to save the city or else the city will get flushed away. Besides that's actually his main problem, he is always angry not just angry but the dangerous one. And that anger always make him to loose control and ruin the best way they are supposed to use to carry out their goals easily.

I clench my fists, looking for where to channel it. “You. Have. No. Right.” My anger evident in my speech. “Oh, I do.” He stands and goes back to the window, staring outside into the city like a King looking over his kingdom. “Get the report ready. You can leave.” I stand to leave, “And oh, leave the file on my desk.” Asshole. I storm out, my anger simmering over the edge.

LEARN to be done. Not mad, not bothered, just done. Protect yourself, at all costs. Phoebe is no longer angry because after five years of not having any news to him, she is done. When the twins came into her life she lost her anger towards Sawyer. How can she be angry with him if the twins look alike with him. Every time she gets mad, she feels that she is also angry with her twins.

Cruel! They were incomparably ruthless! The Sky Fire City was a large city with millions of people living in it. Even Zephyr Khan did not expect that these people would choose to massacre the city for their own selfish reasons. It was precisely at this moment that Zephyr Khan truly understood that there was no so-called benevolence in this place! "Roar!" A furious roar suddenly rang out from Zephyr Khan's mouth. At this moment, he was like a sharp divine blade, shuttling out violently.

Are you an angel of death? He smirked at me and replied in a husky voice "Angel of death, ha? I can be with pleasure" saying this he brought his face closer to mine, as I witnessed his blue eyes turning blood red color and wait what? I could see two pointy things coming out parting his lips. He opened his mouth revealing his dangerous fangs and he bent down to find a spot on my neck. "H-he iiis a-a Va-Vamp-ppi-Vampire?" My eyes grew wide in horror,

As they walked, they sighed piteously as the state of their city. “I don’t know what he was thinking when he did that.” One of the guards shook his head and said. His helmet rattled like an old tin can because of his head movements as he walked down the street with his colleague. “I am sure he was blinded by rage. I heard that his anger was legendary, and that he always had anger issues. But I didn’t think that he would stoop so low.” The other guard sighed once again. He felt like he had grown a few years older in just a day from witnessing the depression that plagued this great city.

CHAPTER 142—THE CITY DEVOURS The city’s heartbeat was violent tonight. Riven could feel it in every fracture of the asphalt, in every flickering light, in every scream that bounced off the buildings. Sector Nine was chaos incarnate, and he was standing in its centre, face to face with Vex, with Luca and Wolf at his sides, and the city itself pressing down on them like a living, watching thing.

Anji looked at his bloodied, broken hands—the tools of an architect who was now tearing the floorplans down. "We don't walk," Anji said, throwing his bag over his shoulder. "We find the distribution backbone for the district and we set the fire on both ends. If the city’s a nervous system, we give it a shock it’ll never wake up from." "Let's go then," Sarah replied, clicking her safety off.

I went after her, but she was already gone. I was angry beyond anything I've ever felt before. I wasn’t angry at her. I was angry at myself.I should have told her the truth, whether she wanted an explanation or not. Deep down I knew she would hate me, but I didn't think it would be this bad. I went after her, hoping I could still explain. When we got to her place, I sent Roscoe up to get her. I was standing by the car waiting. When Roscoe came out of the apartment and said she was gone, my anger got the best of me, making me act out, and that drew attention from the stragglers in the street. I got back into the car, slamming the door.

Her coat was torn off and thrown over the back of the armchair as she growled, “Who the hell does he think he is? He talks to me like I'm just a random stranger after everything I gave him and after everything we were?” Her fists were clenched. She was grounded in the anger that burned like a wildfire inside her chest as her manicured nails bit into her palms. Outside the window, the city skyline glittered with calm haughtiness, seemingly mocking her rage. It was indifferent to the fact that Aaron, her true love, was moving farther away.