Novel & Cerita Fury Peter

“How?” “Swing your elbow like you’re swinging a reverse punch.” Easy enough. I almost topple over. He swats me aside. Now, his hands are on my sides. They’re warm and comforting and I feel I’m melting a little but for some reason, it just infuriates me. I could hurt him, now. I know it. Really hurt him. I can’t be thinking of this. “Wide stance. Stabilise with your stomach.” He’s close to me, breath on my face. Why is it making me angrier? “Try again.” I’m not sure if it’s the unbridled fury that drives me, but I line up to do some damage. Take a swing. Hit his palm he’s raised defensively. And he flinches a little. It hasn’t done much to placate me at all. I want to hurt him.

"I'll be the only man you ever think about Freya Allan and only my name will come out from your lips because you're mine." I pushed him off and smirked at him. "Fuck you Lain navier edevane and you're nothing compared to Tate at least he never sold his mate to the devil for a couple of millions." He raised his hand to hit me and instead he punched the wall beside me making a huge crack in it. He smirked at me. "Don't push me Freya, I'm trying my best to play nice right now." I chuckled darkly. "You never played nice Lain so don't pretend like you're some fucking saint because you're worse than the devil."

,fuck the kid isn't holding any punches. "you never deserved guard duty boy I am stronger than you will ever be and I should of gotten it. I hate I got stuck with you three for my family. Waste of space and time ",he Is a complete asshole Fury growls. "we got stuck with an abuser Fred and I hope alpha fucks you up before ending your pathetic life. Mom will wake and reject you so I'm happy she will get another mate. Better than you in all ways",he lunged but Sean stood looking tired.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

Peter stood up furiously and marched directly toward Fia, wanting to choke her with his own hands. “They will live like living corpses!” Fia laughed vigorously. “Even if you kill me today, my soul is sanctified! But you? Even when they see you in the underworld, they’ll never forgive you!” Peter’s hand suddenly froze when Sally’s words erupted in his mind. ‘If you hurt Fia, I’ll never forgive you!’ Peter rapidly became agitated. He was like a caged beast as he paced back and forth in the room, punching the wall again and again.

Peter's voice rang through the air. "Fuck you!" Andrei cussed in Russian, firing a dagger at Peter from his hiding spot. "Oh, you are way fucked than I am, Andrei!" With that, Peter released bullets nonstop. Even though Andrei was trying to avoid being hit, one of the bullets impaled his left arm. Peter smiled victoriously, thinking he had killed the big bad mafia Byki. That made Peter backpedal through the woods and run away. Fuck, he smiled…

What I want doesn't matter at the end of the day. He reared back, leaning off me as though I'd slapped him. "You think because I've taken you, that it doesn't matter?" I tilted my head to look up at him questioningly. "Would you rather every wolf in the pack had you? That you were marked by one such as Fury?" Fury was a terrifying wolf. He had scars and was known for sudden outbursts of violent temper. He was unpredictable and known to be brutal. Same as Draven is.

"How dare you?!" Peter exploded with fury, his face contorting. "You're just a lowly person with mediocre fighting skills. How dare you speak to me like this? Today, I'll show you the power of an upper-class family that you'll never reach. Even my simple bodyguard can crush you effortlessly." "Chuck, why are you still standing there? Finish him quickly. But leave him breathing—I'll enjoy torturing him slowly, picking his bones clean, one by one." Peter's face twisted with a cruel and manic expression.

Eyes wild with rage as he lunges at me. “You son of a bitch!” Colt and Nelson block him just in time, shoving him back before he reaches me. Peter’s shouting, spittle flying as he thrashes against their hold. “This isn’t over, Jordan!” he bellows. “I swear to God, you’ll rot in that damn cell! You think you can play games with me? I will ruin you!” I step forward, the anger boiling over, burning through every rational thought. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Peter,” I snap. “You think this is about you? I don’t give a damn about your pathetic threats.”

A man’s low, satisfied chuckle. Peter’s vision narrowed to a single burning point. He surged up the last flight, his breath hot in his chest, his muscles propelled by something deeper than fear something primal, ancient, and unforgiving. Karen’s door was open. A shadow moved inside. Peter didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. He threw himself forward with a roar that shook the hallway, every ounce of fury and love and terror exploding in one unstoppable force. And that was the moment the night cracked open. The moment Peter stepped into war.