Novel & Cerita City Of Anger

"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.

Can you imagine your absence at the biggest langerie event in Paris? — You said I wasn't the center of attention. — I'm wrong, girl! You know it is! — Louis finished removing the makeup and punched me in the shoulder. — Angel Backer is on the cover of all magazines, a typical beauty of South America, a daring Brazilian! The one that is never late and does not fail in commitment! The one that joined Gucci and abandoned it just to help Diamond grow, even if she had to live in this end of the world that is the city of Boston!

“She wanted, man. We weren't going to force the debate – number three is fighting back. In other circumstances, I might laugh. I could laugh. But I'm not having such a good day. My anger started to bloom last night when I saw Angelic on that fucking stage. Then with her running out of the building, barefoot. Finally, with a dozen incompetent police officers who took hours to find her. Not to mention the fifty other stress peaks. In short: bad day for trying to fuck with me. I approach the last joker who spoke. I lean down until our faces are close.

Jared arrived at the entrance of the bar, his frustration evident on his face as he addressed the bouncer. "Excuse me, is McKayla inside?" he inquired, his tone revealing a sense of urgency. The bouncer, recognizing Jared, greeted him politely. "Welcome, sir," he responded, allowing him to enter unhindered. Sensing something amiss, another bouncer discreetly followed Jared into the bar. Storming through the crowded venue, Jared attracted curious glances, but no one dared to impede his progress or lay a hand on him. His determination was palpable in the air, his eyes bloodshot from a mixture of anger and distress.

I flinch and avert my gaze, turning my body as well when I hear his lazy voice say, “Sure, not like I’ve got anything doing for the rest of my day” Angie’s happy clap follows and in the next minute, she’s hurling us out of the place and onto the cold street. Angie’s probably ingested the map of Ewon as she knows every nook and cranny there is, coupled with her vast knowledge of the recent and current affairs of the city.

The city belonged to him, and anyone who dared to challenge that would suffer the same fate as his former betrayers. As Big Shark stalked through the darkened streets, the city's pulse thrumming with a new intensity, he knew that he was home once more. Harmony City was his domain, and he would reshape it in his image, casting aside all who dared to defy him. The city trembled at his return, and the echoes of his wrath would reverberate through its streets, a warning to all who crossed the path of the revitalized, unrelenting force that was Big Shark.

It wasn’t the right time. "The things we booked will arrive in the morning okay. Its Sunday tomorrow, let’s go city hunting. Picnic hmmm"? He combed Liam's hair with his fingers, trying to tone down his thumping heart. He was Jeffery's baby brother. Lucas was a mafia. He shouldn’t involve Liam in all his mess. He should not involve Liam in the game of death.

she said in a regretful tone. “What happened?” I asked her, and she sighed. “I am angry and confused,” she said, and I took a deep breath. Angie has struggled to find her place and loves a human, a partner incapable of feeling a mate bond, at least not able to feel it in full force. So yeah, her feelings are elevated and on the surface most of the time. “Did you see Roger?” Mom asked, and she nodded. “Yeah, we met up in Central City,” Angie said, and Mom nodded.

It I stood up and paced the length of the room. What else could I do? I stopped at the window, staring out at the city lights. A cold anger settled in my stomach. Dante had done this. Dante, with his arrogance, his disregard for me, for order, for everything I had worked for. If it wasn’t for him, none of this would be happening. I wouldn’t be fighting for my political life.

Xavier’s POV I was angry. No. Furious. The kind of fury that didn’t explode, but it was there, boiling slowly and deadly like lava bubbling, waiting to erupt. I clenched my jaw so hard, I feared it might actually crack from the pressure, but that was the least of my concerns. I continued to walk back and forth, staring blankly at the pristine and beautiful view of Abuja city. A view most men would kill for. A view I didn't even see right now.