روايات وقصص ضمن Father's Eyes Mother's Rage Book

Father’s face was set in hard lines, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with barely contained fury. “Do you have any idea,” he said slowly, each word precisely enunciated, “what I had to endure at today’s meeting? Do you have any concept of the embarrassment you’ve caused this family?” My mouth went dry. “Father, I—” “Silence.” The word sounded like a whip, and I immediately closed my mouth. “You will speak when I give you permission to speak.” I nodded mutely, my heart hammering against my ribs. Even after all these years, my father’s anger still terrified me in ways that my mother’s calculated cruelty never could. Where Mother was cold and methodical in her punishments, Father was a storm

“Don’t touch me! You monsters! Where is my husband? Where is he! He took our son! I know that boy is dead! He promised me! He promised!” My throat convulses as more shrieks fill the hallway–a tangle of terror, grief, and rage. A woman’s rage. The rage of a mother. Something I haven’t yet had to feel, but I’ve seen it in my own mother’s eyes… recently, actually, when I accepted KiloKilo’s terms…

Ruby waved her hand and said, "Since Dad is unwilling to support me and the Butcher family's business, don't come looking for me anymore." After Ruby finished speaking, she picked up the bag next to her and was about to leave. Paul got so angry that he smashed a glass behind her. Ruby's mother was so angry that she burst out cursing, "How dare you threaten your father? You good-for-nothing!" Ruby stood at the door, her beautiful face suddenly turning cold, she slowly turned around, glaring at Ruby's mother with a fierce look. Ruby's mother trembled, "How dare you glare at me? Believe it or not, I will dig out your eyeballs."

My mom's eyes reddened and I looked away. Seeing I was saying nothing, mom sighed while Iris rubbed her back soothingly. "I think it's best you don't show your face to Penelope till you learn to be remorseful!" My mother ordered, causing me to snarl. My eyes flashed my wolf and my teeth bared. "Is that so? To hell with you all!" Whirling around, I stormed out of the room but before I left I heard my mom sob. My rage kept bubbling. I could barely see.

My mother thunders, her yellow eyes glistening with rage as she stares at Elettra. But I cock a brow when she turns to me. “See what you've done? Look at how much we're supposed to endure because of your stupid decision!” She growls. My brows furrow, I'm no fool. I know exactly what's going on here. “You can't force a knife into someone's throat and expect them not to bleed.” My mother stares at me, the rage in her eyes diluting into shock, her thin lips pressed tightly against each other.

Aria screamed, pain ripping through her teen soul as the dark rage woke uncontrollable. Her body glowed gray and black, storm-power swelling inside her. The wind tornadoed in the room, furniture lifted, glass shattered. Lightning struck the roof, burning faintly. Nyx screamed, holding her daughter, mother desperate, love pouring out, bond soul anchoring. Blood trickled from her hands cut by flying glass. “My baby girl! Fight the rage! Mommy loves you! Big world! Family forever!” I poured light into both, father, mate, desperate, proud, terrified.

"Look at the son you've raised! He's a murderer! If I'd known, I never would've married you!" All Dad could feel in that moment was the scorn of everyone around him, so he pushed all the blame onto Mom. Mom lowered her head to look at my portrait and whispered, "Frank, our entire family has wronged you. Wait for us. We must atone for our sins." Upon hearing this, I felt a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Mom raised my heavy urn and smashed it with all her force onto Dad's and Andrew's heads.

My mother’s voice was filled with anger and frustration. “Anna, please, just listen to me for a moment,” my father pleaded. “I don’t want to hear it! You never listen to me, so why should I listen to you now?” My mother’s voice cracked with emotion. “Anna……”. My father calls warningly, he was losing control. “James, I will not do…. (Screams)”. The room echoed loud as he landed a slap on my mothers face. My eyes widened in shock, I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. My father, the man I had once looked up to, had just struck my mother. The rage inside me boiled over and I lunged at him.

My mother's eyes were dark. I could feel from her trembling hand her raging anger. But she stood calmly without raising her voice. Her voice was firm and intimidating. "I ruined someone's family? Is that what your director told you? Ha. If it is just me, I can let this slide because I don't want any more trouble. But it's a different story when you mess with my daughter."

My rage boiled over, seeping into the shadows that enveloped me like living tendrils, eager for release. "You have crossed me for the final time," I growled, my voice distorted with rage. "You will regret ever setting foot in my castle." My father remained eerily calm, tilting his head as if observing a child's tantrum. "Such theatrics, Edward. You truly are your mother's son. Always so emotional. Let's not pretend this is a battle you can win."