Father's Eyes Mother's Rage Book Novels & Stories

He glared at me with full of rage ,devilish and dangerous eyes. " please let me go..., I said. "you deserve this... Your father is the reason of your all suffering",he said angrily. "What did me and my father did to you",i shouted on him." he fu** king old man Betray me. " he shouted dangerously on me. "You are a monster.... Beast... Youuuu... Suddenly he choked my neck with his full power and anger. "don't try to arose your voice in front of me...you whore " ,he yelled at me.

My father’s eyes quickly glanced over my bedroom and then landed on my mate. I did not even think it was possible for him to get so angry…his eyes were literally turning blood red with his veins popping out, his nose flared up and his fists balled up so tight I thought his head was about to pop right off his neck. In my whole life I have never seen him this angry and that says a lot since he was pretty much always angry when it came to me. I am not exactly sure what it is about my mate they made him get even more pissed off but he actually did and I could feel the sheer terror coming off of him as well as the pure and unfiltered fright that was now across the whole room.

Rage yelled "Don't talk about your mother in that tone boy. She is still your mother!." Johnson said "Yeah, yeah i know and i wish i could change that." Out of anger, Rage walked out on his father to his room, he literally hates his mother. Rage just turned six when his mother left and now he is seventeen. Eleven years since he last saw his mother's face. No one would blame him for being angry with his mother because he deserves to be loved. There are many things he desired to learn from his mother, to learn about the Accorm legion.

“You dare speak to me! How dare you?” My mother’s eyes begin to glow, and the color begins to come back to her cheeks as she moves forward. “How dare I?! How dare you! You were my mate! I loved you, and you imprisoned me because of what I am even though I never hurt you!”Her voice darkens to a harsh growl. The men, excluding my father, take a step back, nearly flinching at the impact of her rage. Jaw tight, my father curls his lips and narrows his eyes. “How could I love something like you? You’re…you’re unnatural, an abomination.”

She was his first love. “Kill me, but spare our children,” mother begged. She knew the end had come for her. Father looked into mother’s eyes. Gone were the once beautiful bright eyes, and in its place were dull yellow ones. Where was the woman he once knew? Father wept. He wept for every life that he had taken, in his hands were the blood of his children. Why did it have to come to this? We were no match for father. He was far more powerful than all of us combined, so we closed our eyes, waiting for the final blow.

The reserve he controls so tightly is gone. I once asked my mother what first attracted her to my father. She said it was his eyes-the kindness in his eyes. Moon has intense eyes-blue and mystic, treacherous and deadly, sensual and all-knowing. His eyes alone draw me in. Then, he laughs. It's more than a sexy sound. It's sex that punches between my thighs so I'm riding the vibration. It's deep and uncontrolled; a veritable thrust of sound that heats my blood.

" The lackey quickly nodded in agreement, and Morrigan finally let her go. Everyone present knew that Eleanor had a volatile temper. Even strong men avoided provoking her when she snapped. "I can't believe Mom spent money to treat your eyes. You deserve none of this! The money spent on your treatment belongs to the Heinrich family—it's mine. Give it back to me right now!" Morrigan shrieked like a madwoman. I stared in shock as she picked up a steel bar from the ground. Before I could scream for help, excruciating pain came from where my left eye was. First, everything turned red. Then, it was followed by total darkness.

There was no light in his eyes. "What is it, darling?" "I have to tell you a lot of things. But first... I need you to reverse the ritual of Fuil..." He knew who I was talking about instantly. His eyes lost what little light there was. "Your mother... what did she do?" "She tried to kill Elyn. She sent twenty wolves." My father growled. "Is she- is she alright?" "No." I had never seen my father so angry in my life. He had always been a calm and collected man. As I watched, he pushed the door open and a loud growl left his lips as he ran to the dining room. His eyes were blazing.

Around me, the other parents started whispering, "So, she's just crazy. It's better get her out before she scares the kids." At their advances, I stumbled backward until my back hit the wall, and I was left with no room to escape. I looked at them before turning to glance at Arnold and Elaine, who were smiling smugly. Instead of panicking, a soft chuckle escaped my lips. It cut through the jarring silence, and Arnold's smugness froze on his face. "What are you laughing at?" I looked up, my gaze calm as I swept past him like I was observing an unimportant object. "Really, Arnold? 'Ex-wife' and 'unstable and delusional?' That's all you came prepared to say today?"

Theresa My mother was pacing back and forth in the sitting room. She was so angry that even her usually perfect hair had come undone and was flying around her face like she'd turned into some sort of demon. My father, of course, just sat in his big easy chair listening to her rant. They were complete opposites in temperment: my mother cold and unrelenting, and my father kind and generous. It was an odd coupling, but it seemed to work. "That bastard owes us!" My mother raved. "My daughter is ruined for anyone else because of him!"