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

Our mother felt something was wrong so she pushed our father and turned her attention to their daughter, whose eyes and nose were red while pouting. “What's wrong, sweetie?” She softly asked. Raine pouted. “Dad said you're his.” Seeing this, our mother couldn't help but glare at our father. “How childish are you to fight with our daughter?” Our father just pouted, and his eyes were filled with grievances, making me chuckled. I didn't realize that I had been smiling the whole time as I watched the father and daughter bicker with each other while the mother was helplessly looking at them while rubbing her temples.

Mother's voice, barely above a whisper "If you don't stop this war, I'll take my own life."mother said as she stared at father, her eyes piercing into our soul as she spoke . I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I pushed the door open, my eyes scanning the room wildly. Father and mother were standing facing each other, their faces twisted in a mixture of anger and desperation. Father's eyes flashed with fury as he turned to mother, his voice dripping with venom. And that's when I lost it. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I rushed forward, my voice echoing through the chambers.

Coming from all directions, wolves pounced on him, some take swipes with their sharp claws, some landing heavy punches to his abdomen. “Dad!” the corner of my eyes began heating up, as I watched my father painfully leaving me. His eyes locked onto mine, pride and love in his eyes. And with a sweet smile, I watched him gently shut his eyes and welcomed death. They turned to Mom, she stood just a few feet away from them. But, she was ready for a fight. Her hands folded into a fist, her wolf hungry for blood. I could see the rage in her eyes. She was going to make them pay for what they did to Dad.

Vale: “Disperse! Everyone disperse!” I could hear my father saying this but it was like an echo in a distant world. I knew that he was saying this on account of me, and my mother. I knew that our power colliding like it did, was damaging to everything around us, but I just couldn’t stop. We just couldn’t stop. Rage had completely taken over. Not only me, but my mother as well. Fierya felt my rage and she tried to keep us grounded but there was something even stronger than her. She was muted by both of our life’s trauma and the emotions that came along with it.

They really want to make me mad. "I DON'T GET ANY OF THIS MOM? DAD?" I couldn't take the strain of my rage any longer. I shouted at them. I stared at them as if I were going to kill them. I noticed how my mom can't look me in the eyes while my father is worried sick about her because he knows she doesn't want us to fight. But Hell! I am mad! I am very mad!

“I don’t mean any harm. I’m just trying to help him.” “Leave my son alone! We don’t need your help.” Charles froze, shocked by her tone. Rose turned to Tyler, lifting his face to hers. Tyler's eyes glistened, startled by her tone. He had never seen his mother that angry. “The next time this happens, I’m changing your school.” Before Charles could reply, she took Tyler’s hands and walked away. The walk home was quiet and tense. When he couldn’t hold it any longer. He burst into tears.

My mother reprimanded me but I ignored her. “I recognize that colour in your eyes, the yellow tint in your blue eyes which signifies you are enraged about something. I know, son. I am your mother and I understand you.” “Do you, mother? Then why? Why the hell is Xavier Fernandez here?!” I growled at her. I could feel my wolf brewing with rage inside of me and it was only a matter of time before I nearly turned. My mother edged closer with caution, her blue eyes glinted with worry.

for a few seconds I see red ,my vision blurs from the anger rising inside of me. I move so close to my mother calm as I look at her beautiful blue eyes " Mother if you ever call my son a mutt again ,you not going to like my reaction I am not sure if you will survive it ,we wouldn't want you to have an accident on those grand stair case now ,would we " her eyes widen.

she hissed in annoyance, her eyes blazing with hatred. “Hey!” My mother shouted. I pulled my hand back quickly, her words whipping across the air and slicing my heart. I stared at her, shock swirling inside my head. Her eyes held nothing but anger and malice. Her eyes flickered behind me, glaring daggers at my mother. I could see her eyes glazed over in tears, glassy and fragile. “How can you support this? How can you cheer the fact that your son likes to take it up the ass?”