Novel & Cerita Grapes Of Wrath Novel

They grinned with too many teeth and the forest recoiled. Heat flared as Wrath stormed onto the field, scorching the grass to ash. Blackened armor hugged a colossal frame, glowing cracks bleeding light through the plates. Chains wrapped their arms, spitting sparks with every movement. Their cloak was torn and dark with old blood. Wrath was a storm in a body.

The victory is not far away, just a few more days. "I can't bear this anymore," I slammed my fists o the table, and the glass shattered into pieces, scattering everywhere, "All these years, we have tried to destroy him numerous times. But every time that bastard gets saved, every fucking time he manages to win. What if the same thing happens again? What if he never let go of his curse?!"

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

He closed the diary, and while looking at the pitiable people before him, he slowly said, "A stolen gun, and a stolen life… The Shaws are quite entertaining." With that, he tossed the diary at Father's feet before standing up. He then left the ward with Mr. Banks and bodyguards without looking back. The ward fell into a deathly silence. After a long while, Yves finally reached out with trembling hands and picked up the diary from the floor. He opened the diary, and the Shaws gathered around. When they saw the content on one of the pages, everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning. "Everyone said that our whole family owes Rebecca their lives, but what they don't know is that it wa

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o

I then placed my hands together and cracked them. Joy took two instinctive steps back while looking at me warily. “What are you planning to do, Alania?” I smiled. Then, right before Joy’s panicked gaze, I brought my hand up and slapped her. “This is for being ungrateful and using evil to repay my parents’ kindness!” Slap! “This is for having ulterior motives and being a mistress!” Slap! “And this is for being ruthless and treating other people’s lives like dirt!” Slap! Slap! Slap!

RIFTAN POV “Why do you keep glaring at me like everything else was my fault? And stop growling at me because I will turn you into fine ash right where you are standing." Grace leveled with a reproving glare from across the room, her green eyes shimmering a rare light. "Well, is it not?" the storm pent up from the whole week of worrying helplessly about my sick mate and our inevitable future came spilling out in that instant. "From the moment you walked through those gates, through my pack borders, shit has been happening; the shit that you know of and of course decides to hide from me." my tone was disapproving just as it was accusing. Because fuck...

Scarlet raced in the Lamborghini, speeding down the twisting and turning side streets, still trembling from her encounter with her dad. She had been shocked by his anger, and even more shocked at her own reaction. She hadn’t meant to hurt him like that; she’d only wanted to throw his arm off, to shove him away. She had barely touched him, and he’d gone flying across the room, like a cannonball. She had never seen anything like it, and her own strength terrified her.

"And now, the famed Kaitlyn, is dead. Looks like I win this round." I held my side as I felt the blood starting to spill out. "I hate to tell you this...." I said weakly. "But you had never had a chance. You would have never won...." I clutched my side harder. "This is what happens when you decide to fuck with fate. It fucks with you back." "That was your last strike out bitch!" Sophie taunted me. "You have nothing left..." Just then the blinding light of the Bifrost rained down on me as I started to drift from reality, my body swaying dizzily.

His eyes turned a darker shade of black, filled with lust and I could only see myself in those black orbs. Any softness that he held for me was replaced by lust as he pressed me to his desk wrapping his hand around me neck. The grip was not strong to cut my air flow, but it was enough to tell me that I was going to have a one hell of ride. "So you really want me to fuck you, eh?" He whispered, is voice dark. I nodded and he put pressure on my neck. "Use your words, Ananya." His warm breathe hitting my face, I could feel the adrenaline rushing into my veins as I felt the heat of what was going to happen.