Grapes Of Wrath Novel の小説・ストーリー

He jpa was going crazy without news of Rosalie, suddenly he looked at her drink and was overcome by the anger of feeling helpless. With a gesture of impulse, his fist threw the glass filled with liquid amber against the nearby wall, a burst of bright, golden fragments filling the room. The whisky that once rested in that glass now spread in traces of melancholy across the luxurious carpet, a grim metaphor of the confusion that dominated its interior.

Dim candlelight licked the corners of the room, throwing shadows that moved like they were alive. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. Then I felt it. That weight, that stretch, that invasion. Wrath was already inside me. Deep, thick, moving. “Ah—!” My voice cracked, hoarse from earlier screams. I reached weakly for something—anything—but my wrists were pinned above my head, gripped tight in one of Wrath’s massive hands. He didn’t even look down at me. Just kept thrusting, slow, heavy, endless.

The days that followed the burning of her book were a desolate landscape for Amara. She moved through the lavish rooms like a ghost, her spirit heavy with the weight of her captivity and the crushing revelations from her mother’s journal. The dry toast and bitter coffee became her constant companions, a physical manifestation of Dante’s psychological warfare. He was systematically dismantling her, chipping away at her identity, seeking to sculpt her into something new, something that would fit his twisted narrative of revenge and redemption.

Had she let go of something potentially meaningful too hastily? Alex's concerned eyes scanned Gwen's face, noticing the increasing effects of the alcohol on her. He reached out, attempting to stop her from drinking any further. Their hands tangled in a desperate struggle, a fleeting battle for control. In the midst of the struggle, the bottle slipped from their grasp, shattering upon impact. Glass shards scattered, causing a deep gash across Alex's hands, blood spilled everywhere.

In little Gracey’s heart, a spark was lit, and her mate’s and his wife-to-be’s happiness were the gasoline she needed. Her tears stopped falling, her body stopped shaking from pain – instead, her arms shook violently with anger, and her canine fangs protruded. When she opened her eyes, for the first time in her life she had shown signs of her inner wolf – Jinx. Her hazelnut-coloured orbs were now neon purple and filled with a deep desire to get even. Leaving the crumpled-up paper on the floor that she sat on, she stood up. Her uniform sat so unevenly on her body, but her mind was too focused on her revenge to give a second thought about her appearance or straightening her clothes. Her feet d

Completely destroyed by betrayal. A few steps away from her, Livia stood trembling behind the blanket she clutched tightly. “Claire… I didn’t—” SLAP! A harsh slap landed on her cheek. Livia’s head was thrown to the side. A burning pain immediately spread across her face. She had not even finished speaking. “You dare call my name?” Claire’s voice trembled with anger. Livia looked at her with tear-filled eyes. “I don’t know how I ended up here—”

Not before I dragged these two monsters who had abandoned their patient and killed my mother-in-law straight to hell. Something inside me snapped loose. I surged up with a strength I didn't know I had, flinging them off me and stumbling back. Andrew regained his footing, gripping the blood-slick bat. "You still dare fight back? I'll beat you until you're begging on your knees. Maybe then you'll stop stirring up trouble with my mom." I braced myself against the wall, trembling, blood spilling from the corner of my mouth. They moved toward me again. I laughed, low at first, then louder, the sound sharp and jagged.

Ruth’s teeth lodged deep into his throat, as the two wrestled on the ground. Another wolf came running over and attacked Ruth from the side, sinking its fangs into her back. But Ruth would not let go of her deadly grip. The leader rolled on his back, clawing at Ruth, trying to get her off. But it was no use. Ruth had death in her eyes, and she clamped down with such power, that within moments, the leader was dead.

Gurudza at the distance searching for Gwanhoya feels the malice being cause by wrath and follows the direction to the enchanted forest quickly. Wrath at this point has just killed a few people in Alabaster Weald and he feels a menacing corrupt power getting closer to his location and he stops waiting for it to come closer to him so he can face it and excitement of fighting a worthy opponent takes a grip of him. A black lightning descends and Wrath jumps to the side dodging it. With a smile on his disfigured face. He inhales in deeply waiting for his attacker to show holding the air in. Gurudza appears right behind him and he quickly turns and blows fire out of his mouth.

said Jonathan and raising the glass high before gulping down. Then Reth and Gramson, who were present there, got up and congratulate His Grace. Those people also poured their liquor down their throats and expressed their happiness. They had done things, terrible things before with Gabriel, but never expected to see this day. Seeing His Grace smile and loved the life he despised and throw it for revenge. Now, this moment stirred them with happiness. “Yes, I am happy for myself too and grateful to feel alive,” said Gabriel, drowning in wine, and surprisingly, he couldn’t be drunk even after having countless bottles.