Fight'n Rage Gal Mga Nobela at Kwento

My woman is on her feet, fully upright and already fighting like the badass she is. Her eyes are gold and burning so bright, her gown torn at the shoulders. She looks like she was born for this exact moment and I am so fucking proud of her. Right then, she throws another wave of light into the nearest cluster of Fiona’s soldiers and they scatter into the air before crashing to the floor, dead. This is a bloody fight and the clashes are becoming bloodier.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

She didn't expect me to toss the ring into the trash without any hesitation in the next second. "Who do you think you are, Hannah Samson? Why did you do the things that you did if you were only going to crawl back to me and beg me for a reconciliation? But I do have to thank you for letting me see you for who you really are. "I'm not brave enough to be with a woman like you. In fact, I'm terrified of getting myself dirty. Security, please escort her out of the premises." The security guards leaped into action and dragged Hannah out of the cafe.

"What are you doing, Luna Sophie? Picking a fight with your Alpha in front of everyone? Acting like some street hag throwing a tantrum in public?" "Lily's gone. It's not like this is Liam's fault. Why are you taking it out on him?" "Besides, what's the big deal about signing a Blood Pact? She's feral. She's going to die anyway. You want her corpse rotting in that bed until it stinks up the whole wing?" Gemma worked herself into a froth, lunging at me, grabbing for my hair. Rage surged through me. I was about to fight back when Liam stepped between us.

Dimly, she felt his hands between her legs, tugging at her jeans zipper. Oh, my God. The knowledge of what he was trying to do hit her full-on suddenly, and she started to fight again. Her hand hit against a wine glass on the floor and she grappled for it. Her fingers closed around its stem, and she brought it down on the back of his head with all her strength. He shouted a curse, and hit her in the mouth. Reena felt her lip split open, both tasted and felt the warm blood start to run. “You’ll be sorry you did that, you goddamned bitch. So fucking sorry.”

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

I didn't want to go back to her! Stop! "....She is pretty...." Please stop.... "She is a vixen...." That waitress back in the restaurant, Roseline.... She unnerved me. For some reason, she seemed really familiar. Red, hot, anger consumed me in it's gorgonian flame. I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to keep my anger in check. Earlier, in the restaurant, when the cute minx brought us food, I felt myself looking into her eyes, her chocolate brown pool that shone with purity and the flame of wrath.

Trust me, you have no idea what I'm capable of if I use weapons; I'm confident you can't match me," I assure. "That's a lie, you know; even if I don't know how you shoot yet, I can still beat you." She stated with assurance. "All right, come on, let's try it," I said as I helped her to her feet. I led her to my secret room, where I keep all of my training equipment. She was stunned and clutched her palm to her mouth She was looking at the various weapons she saw hanging on the wall, including knives and other dangerous items used by the mafia.

Georgia is better because she expanded her zone, learned how to use different kinds of blade related weapons…' 'Like Chinese? 'She is Chinese. Her real name is Fa Yuerui.' 'So, how are you special?' 'I was hoping you would ask that,' I smirked. 'I know how to do all.' 'You are kidding, right?' I winked at her with a goofy smirk. 'Everything? What is your main specialty?' 'Lance is better at long-range shooting, I'm better at short range shooting. I can get rid of Georgia and Sylvester without any weapons. Barrow is better at explosive, but I know enough…'

She gritted her teeth and showed her sharp claws. Then she quickly sprints going to where the masked man stands without thinking about her act. She was been eaten by an urge to kill; the reason for her pain. She attacks the masked man trying to hit him with her sharp claws. The masked man grins easily avoiding her dodge. He did it slower on purpose just to mock her little strength. The girl was annoyed realizing what he has done. Belittling her strength, the girl clenched her small fist and gritted. She acted like attacking him into her sharp claws. But, she deceived the man with her moves and slide on the cemented floor of the cabin. She moves fast that the masked man didn't notice and got