Novel & Cerita City Of Anger

Vera was taken aback by what she had witnessed. "What are your thoughts, Miss Chavez?" Angela hissed angrily and hushed, "For the record, I'm not like other poor people who would simply bow down to rich people like you. In God's eyes, we are all the same. So don't push me too hard to cause you more harm. " Lara's breathing was becoming more difficult. "You're the son of a b*tch." "Not me." Angela stated, "You are." "You'll regret everything," Lara yelled as she bolted in a rage. She stormed out without glancing back.

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.

Emma closed her eyes, letting the rhythm of the city soak in, calming her nerves while filling her with excitement. By the time she reached her apartment, the sky was dusky, the streetlamps flickering on. The small, cozy apartment welcomed her with cream-colored walls and a tiny balcony overlooking a cobblestone street. She placed her suitcase down, exhaling deeply. This was her new life. Emma unpacked carefully, arranging her clothes, setting up her laptop, and placing a photograph on the desk — a reminder of the life she had left behind and the courage that brought her here. Stepping onto the balcony, she breathed in the crisp evening air. A faint violin melody floated up from the street b

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.

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.

Monica I stand by my window, staring out at the city as the first light of morning begins to spread across the buildings. My cigarette burns between my fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the still air of my apartment. I take a long drag, inhaling deeply, feeling the warmth of the smoke filling my lungs. I exhale slowly, watching it spread against the glass. Anger surges through me, filling my chest like a dark cloud. Anger at Knox, at everything he represents in my life now.

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.

"I'll show him what happens when you cross me." With each step I took down the stairs, my anger grew, the darkness outside a reflection of the rage that consumed me. I stormed through the streets, the shadows and neon lights of the city blurring in my vision. I marched through the city, the fury coursing through my veins pushing me forward. My feet pounded the pavement, the echo of each step a throbbing reminder of the humiliation I had suffered. Finally, I sight a local bar at the end of the streets, its neon sign glowing with blue and red lights as it beckoned me.

Calm and slightly angry. Truly, just slightly angry.