City Of Anger 소설 & 이야기

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.

a deep growled escaped from Angel’s lips before he jumped off from one tree to another. Anger was fueling the darkness swirling around his entire body, and he was falling into his worse state. He quickly dashed to where the kids were. As soon as he made it there, he did not like what his eyes were witnessing. A few of their men were down and badly wounded but still fighting as they protected the kids and women in the area. It was a battle between rogues. Angel scanned around and saw the pleading parents not to hurt them while the kids' cried in fright which haunts him the most. Their broken voices ring through his ear, making his chest burst into a flame of rage.

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.

Angelina POV I was beyond angry with him. How could he just pack me onto a plane and fly me to an entirely different country without my consent? How dare he? I knew going back home to my mother was out of the question, but that didn't mean he had the right to drag me wherever he pleased. Despite my boiling anger, the city of Rome was exceptionally beautiful. I kept my gaze firmly glued to the window, absorbing the stunning architecture of the new city. Danzel sat beside me, scrolling silently through his tablet.

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.

Cassandra said, infusing her voice with as much warmth as possible. “I am Anna, and I am not supposed to do anything,” the woman said coldly, getting up from her seat. Anna was taller than Cassandra, with a voluptuous body to match her supermodel's face. She sidled around her desk and came to stand right in front of Cassandra, invading her personal space. She glared down at Cassandra, her dark eyes brimming with barely repressed malice. She looked like she was really thinking about getting violent with her and this filled Cassandra with fear. What kind of company was this anyway? Her hostility couldn’t be part of the induction process now, could it? Her imaginative mind ran through a number

Angie sputtered, “I just had a manicure this morning. I can’t touch this stuff.” “Or you could go home,” he waved at them. “You have a condo right in the city center Viv. Surely, you’re missing the boys from floor six and twenty-two. Angie, LA is lost without you in their social scene. You should go home.” “As long as she is here, screwing around to get Nonno’s money, I’m staying,” Angie folded her arms over her chest angrily. “I’m actually just here in the hopes I get to eat her food again,” Viv shot a grin at Sasha.

Winter Winter paced back and forth, trying to control the anger building from within. Anger is a tricky emotion that must be repressed thoughtfully. A fire seed of anger can still inflame its surroundings. It starts small and undetected, but if not extinguished at the source, it grows into a flame that destroys everything in its path. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. "What the hell were you thinking, Faye? Your stupidity and carelessness could have gotten us killed."