City Of Anger Novels & Stories

Galih asked, his hands trembling with anger. "Don't you know the face of the person who defeated your faction? Or perhaps you're all just their slaves," Daffa began fueling their anger. "Attack him, friends!" Yoga shouted, unable to contain his anger any longer. The nine troublemaker boys ran towards Daffa, fists clenched. Daffa skillfully dodged their punches one by one and kicked their legs, causing them to fall. He then pulled one hand out of his pocket and delivered precise punches to the faces of those who continued to resist.

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."

At first, I knew it was nervousness, awkwardness, and the waves of freight surging through me, but when his words had registered in my head, everything I felt back then was gradually turning into something else – annoyance, anger, and boiling rage at its peak, was an understatement. The tension between us drifted to something else. The undeniable anger I felt for my frustrated life, the debts, and the mess I'd stupidly gotten myself into, all of this slowly forming a fit of anger in my chest, and yes, It didn’t take me a second to send a striking slap across his face as his head wiped to the side and I could almost see the imprint of my finger on his face. I'd just slapped the dangerous man

I rifle through the makeup on the top and pull out a mascara to at least bring some age to my face. That all-consuming feeling is turning black in my soul. I’m losing the ability to control it, and where heartbreak was, anger is now devouring instead. I spent so many years turning my rage into healthier avenues of outlet and learning not to impulsively let it jump out front when I’m hurting, but the last months in the city seem to have undone all of that, and like a knee-jerk uppercut reaction, anger is reigning supreme. Fury at him, the guy who has never deserved it, yet dealt with it so many times in the past.

“Everything is about me. About us. That girl is a spark. And if you keep touching her, Angelo… you will burn this city to the ground.” The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Angelo leaned forward too, refusing to shrink, his eyes locked on Giovanni’s with unshakable resolve. “Then maybe it’s time it burned.” A murmur rippled among the lieutenants. Some exchanged glances, others shifted uneasily, but none spoke. The brazenness of Angelo’s words was a blade in the quiet, slicing through unspoken codes of respect. Giovanni’s jaw ticked, a faint pulse in the corner. “You think like a boy still,” he said at last, voice low, almost pitying. “Fire consumes. It does not choose. Burn the c

“Do you know who I am? I’m Emily! That name alone should make them fight for me!” Willy’s breath was heavy, but he stayed quiet. And somehow, that made me angrier because no one opposed me, no one defended me, no one said I was right. I let out a short, bitter laugh. “See? Even if you have nothing to say.” Willy looked down. “I just don’t want to make things worse.” I turned my face away. Suddenly, the anger transformed into something else something colder, more painful. I walked to the large window, staring at the city from above. The lights of the buildings glowed beautifully, but felt so distant. As if I were standing outside of it all.

They were both wrong because now I was not just a man trying to survive. I was a man with direction, with clarity and with something unbreakable behind him. Home. And there is nothing more dangerous than a man who has finally remembered what he is fighting for. Rosa — First Person POV People think anger is loud but it is not. Real anger is quiet, it sits in your chest and waits, it watches, it learns and then it strikes. I was sitting in my office when the report came in. “Mason left the city,” my guard said.

"Fuck you, man. You seriously have a way of making me laugh in the middle of a disaster." "Someone has to do it. You're practically a mule when you get an idea in your head. I know exactly what you’re capable of when you're angry, and I'd rather you didn't burn the city down tonight." I looked down at our hands. His heart was steady beneath my bruised knuckles. It was the only stable thing in my world right now. "I'm not going to burn the city. I'm just going to rearrange it." "See? That’s the stubbornness I’m talking about. You can’t just let it go for one night?"

No music, no words were exchanged between mum and I, which I was thankful for cause I was in no mental state for a talk. My breath was heavy,I could feel the fire in my chest. Rage. Pure, burning rage. Angelo thought he could throw me away? Bella thought she could take everything from me? They were wrong. So wrong. I stared out the window, my hands clenched into fists. I would make them pay. They had no idea who they were messing with, but I’d show it to them, one by one. Every single thing Angelo had his job in the Melendez Corp, his money, his fancy life, I gave him that.