Father's Eyes Mother's Rage Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pure, white-hot, consuming rage. I thought about my mother's gentle voice, her soft hands, her sad eyes. I thought about the way she had looked at me from her hospital bed, fragile and weak, making me believe she was dying. I thought about the tears she had shed, the apologies she had whispered. All of it was a lie. I looked at my father, and I saw the same rage reflected in his eyes. "She's not your mother anymore," he said. "She's the enemy. And if we don't stop her, she's going to destroy everything we have left."

They tried to adjust their eye brightness to that of…everywhere. It had been long since they opened their eyes. Being in darkness for fifteen years was not something anyone wanted to go through. Angela stood there like a statue, watching the two get up. Her father had a small white beard. He had blue eyes and deep brown hair while her mother had red eyes and blonde hair. Her red eyes were beautiful and unique. She had never seen someone with red eyes before. It was beautiful. Her mother wore a beautiful red dress. It was the most beautiful dress she ever saw. The dress matched her beautiful red eyes.

Really, our eyes meet each other like we are enemies. I hate my father with all my heart and my father, he hates me because I am able to give him orders. Everyone who has previously dispersed, now gathers again. My mother has also come, she is standing behind me. "It's true you're cheating on mommy, Dad, and With her?" I ask, still furious. It’s for the sake of my mother. I don’t want her to get depressed anymore. I hold back my anger by gripping my hands tightly. I will not remove my two hateful eyes from my father's face.

But he will not disgrace me in the presence of my pack, not under my roof. My mother’s hand snakes out, gripping his forearm tightly, a silent attempt to restrain him. Her glare, surprisingly, turns not toward him but toward Alpha Nixon’s wife, sharp and fierce, as though daring her to comment further. For an instant, I see the fire in her eyes, the readiness to defend me despite her silence. But the illusion shatters as my father’s growl deepens, reverberating through his chest like thunder. At that, my mother lowers her head, her submission clear, while his venomous glare returns to me, sharper than before, cutting through me like a blade meant to sever ties.

Bella's eyes would turn red with anger, then somehow the tears had flowed without realizing it. Every time there was a fight, their house was like being hit by a storm. The squawking of goods and the sound of fighting sounded like the roar of the wind. Father and Mother's faces look very scary with the sound of screaming that hits the ears and makes the chest pound fast for anyone who hears it.

My mother's angry voice sounded louder than the piano. "What are you doing?! Are you really playing a piece?! You ruining a beautiful piece!" My mother, Virginia, pulled me up and made me look at her. I don't want to look. I closed my eyes. "Open your eyes!" Frightened, I opened my eyes. An angry woman was in front of me. "Look at your father!" I looked at my father, Richard. Richard was expressionless but his mouth was bitter telling me he was displeased. "Look at your sister."

my mother speaks as she turns and looks at Knox with pure disgust on her face. When she looks at me . I realize how their blue eyes almost match but the only difference is that Knox'eyes are distant and cold. My mum's eyes are vibrant and warm. "No one is taking her home , "Knox ggrowlsin a low voice. "she is my daughter and I can do what I want ! "she grow as she stands up with her fists clenched. "Mum , "I whisper. I don't want another fight to start between my mate and my mother. I have had enough for now.

I slowly raised my head to look at him. I saw him staring at me. His eyes were scanning me with a dispassionate, almost cruel look. I felt my face flush, heat creeping from my neck to my cheeks. I could no longer keep eye contact with him. Because I saw the disgust in his eyes again, just like I did yesterday. 'Did he hate me?' I wondered. My mother let go of my hand and said to Trevor, "Your father is a kind man. When he married me, I told him that our family—"

I had finally merged with my halves. Their power surged through my veins, I was ready to unleash havoc on all that dare stood on my path. “you need to know the extent of your powers to be able to understand the act of mercy,” my mother whispered seeing the look of vengeance in my eyes. “your father had the same eyes,” she uttered, her voice calming the rage that was boiling within me. I closed my eyes, feeling my Fae half breathe forth, its breath calming the storm that was brewing. “go home,” she whispered, her voice lacking the determination it once had.

I sat as far away from my Father as I could get, holding my ground as he turned and looked into my eyes. I always thought his eyes would be empty, lacking any hint of a soul. I was wrong, his eyes weren't empty. They were filled with a burning hunger that would bring the world to its knees, an anger that consumed every sliver of compassion or conscience. Looking into my Father's eyes taught me something, evil doesn't just pop into existence--evil is born, bred, and taught.