Romans & histoires Father's Eyes Mother's Rage Book

He watched as the argument escalated, the voices rising in volume and intensity. His mother's smile was a beacon of hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness. But it was quickly snuffed out by his father's murderous expression. He felt his heart pound in his chest as he stood frozen, unable to move. He could see the rage building behind his father's eyes, and he knew that he was in danger. His mother must have sensed it too, because she rushed to him and pulled him into her arms, sheltering him from the storm. He held onto her, his whole body shaking, as his father's roar of fury filled the room.

Alex’s eyes burned red in anger. “What? He hit you? He’s got some nerve!” Alex’s mother, Barbara Yeager, was livid. Her voice rose in fury. “That piece of trash dared to touch my son?” Alex’s father, Damien Yeager, was livid as well. His face darkened as a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. “Dad, Mom, I want revenge! I want that b*stard to kneel before me and beg for forgiveness!” Alex gritted his teeth.

He could also see that the woman was trying so hard to keep a calm domain and so far, Ron was impressed. He angrily walked towards his mother and when he was finally infront of the woman, he halted. They stood opposite each other, looking each other in the eyes. He knew his mother was scared, but she refused to be intimidated and it infuriated him more. They stared at each other for a long time and Gladys could feel and see the anger and hate in her son's eyes, he was in no mood for jokes and his eyes made it clear. The woman could even feel her son's hot breathe on her face and her skin burned from the heat. All Ron could see in his mother's eyes, was fear, fright and a courageous woman.

Eva was wondering why when he slowly untangled himself from the hug. His face looked gaunt and haggard, eyes dry yet puffy like he'd cried for a long time and had lost the ability to cry anymore. But that wasn't what caught Eva's attention. It was the look of unfiltered rage in his eyes as it focused on something behind her. Alarmed, she spun around just in time to see her teary-eyed mother stop dead in her tracks upon coming face to face with Adam? Heck, what was she doing here? She rotated back on her heels to face Adam. The look of rage didn't even dim when his eyes fell back on her. “You brought her here?” His voice was low and menacing, like he was forcing himself to hold on to every bi

Never, even in his last snapshots of life, did he discharge the gas. Mother arrived at forward and contacted Father's shoulder, and he at long last turned. It was terrible, terrifying us both. His face was passive, however, his delightful chocolate eyes had gone to a profound, blazing ruby. Mother and I both began to frenzy, and she started to go after the entryways, to attempt to open them so we could both break. Be that as it may, this outsider with a similar face as Father had locked them, detaining us both inside.

Inhaling rapidly and superficially, I felt his intense gaze fixed upon me, his eyes remaining narrowed and filled with inexplicable rage, displaying a disturbing hint of insanity. And then, just like that, I was furious too. “I told you to leave me alone for god’s sake! What do you you’re doing?” Instead of shrinking against the window, I straightened up and thrust out my chin, casting a fierce glare in his direction. “My father—” “Fuck your father.” With intense violence, his jaw twitched while he firmly placed one hand on the seat in front of us, leaving me trapped. His eyes, of a pale blue shade, emitted a dangerous gleam. “What the fuck are you planning, Rara?”

Mama Meg turned as white as sheet. The two attendants looking on turned to run out of the room just as one of the curtains burst into flames. The baby kept crying angrily. “Give him to me Mama Meg.” The obviously tired mother instructed urgently. “Quick.” She stretched out her arms and took her baby from the terrified old woman. Then she tenderly placed the screaming baby on her chest, noting the contrast between her own dark skin and her baby’s slightly lighter colour. He was the most beautiful baby she’d ever laid eyes on. The proud mother began to sing softly to soothe her screaming baby. But for the seriousness of the current situation, she would have laughed out loud when it dawned on h

“Nadine, daughter, you need to calm down; this is not the time to be defensive,” my mother said calmly, and I kept my eyes on her beloved. “This is just the time I'm going to be defensive,” I said firmly. “If he dares to touch a hair on any of my mates, he's going to meet me.” I thought the god of chaos would attack me, but his eyes became clear again and I realized that my eye color was due to him, not my mother as I had always thought.

Aurora’s Pov . A wave of nausea rolled over me as my mother’s words sank in. The very idea of bringing a child into this world, especially in a loveless marriage with someone like Zayn, was horrifying. I couldn’t imagine subjecting an innocent life to that kind of misery. “I’m glad I’m not pregnant,” I said, my voice coming out colder than I expected. “I wouldn’t want to bring a child into this mess, with a father who doesn’t even care.” I barely had time to process the hurt in my mother’s eyes before my father’s face turned beet red with fury. Before I could react, his hand shot up, ready to strike me. But something snapped inside me at that moment. Instead of bracing for the blow like I al

They always do and right now, I don't really care about wanting to feed their ears. I can slowly feel the tension rolling off. My eyes peel open and I peer up into my mother's eyes. They've always been a beautiful pair and right now, are loaded with warmness and pity. I gobble. I hate pity. Looking away, I shut my eyes again. “Father isn't behind you, that's a record.”