Heaven Hath No Rage Novels & Stories

The two fell silent at what I said so I took the opportunity. "But if you really love her, you'll let her go, Lagma. Take me as her replacement. Of the two of us, I'm more useful to you. Isn't the reason why you thought of kidnapping me is for my blood? I'm an Rh negative and so are you. Given your condition, hemophilia, which means you have to take in blood transfusions, I could be of great use to you. So what are you waiting for? Take me, Lagma. I'm all yours. " I opened my arms and laughed at them.

A smile curved up on her face as she got up from the bed and walked out of the room. She stood at the door and mumbled something, inaudibly. Then, she entered the quiet street. She walked slowly on the lonely and quiet road. Her strength has doubled and her anger fumed. Her eyes went deep red with rage and her head switched slightly. She looked around her with spite and spat an angry world. She felt a surge of anger. She was angry at the world and at everyone that lived in it. The street carried its anger as the place got even breezy.

She would see if she could fall asleep before she reached one thousand. By three thousand Millie was tearing her hair out. It was no use, she would just get up. The radio alarm at the side of her bed said five past four, and she pressed the button to turn the radio on. The news was just at an end, and the next song was 'Love To Be.' Millie listened carefully to the haunting melody of lost love, a man who found his true love and lost her to a silly argument. The voice sounded familiar, and she wasn't too surprised when she heard who it was. "Oh that Nick Henderson certainly knows how to break hearts," said the radio presenter "that's our record of the week, and now this is another fabulous si

Dravens P.O.V Rage. Rage is what I feel as mine and my brother's small army rip the limbs from the bodies of these savages. Their army greeted us at a northern shore we had landed on, casting magic to take out only a small handful of my warriors however after their casting they were to exhausted to participate in combat, my people had the upper hand. We are faster and more violent, their spells spun past us in an array of colors as they try to make one land on us but we are quick and dodge most with ease. "Leave at least one alive!" I command as my wolves rip the witches to shreds "why Brother?" Demanded Mordrid with his black eyes now piercing me with irritation

On confirming who it was, he angrily turned back and exuded over his shoulder. " What are you doing here~ Please, leave; I don't want to talk to you and basically want to be alone." " But we really need to talk, Marvin~ We need to talk things over." Hansel insisted, trying to get him to reason with him but Marvin instantly outburst with rage as he furiously jerked to his feet, facing him in the process. His heart raced with a mixture of emotions: fear, anxiety, anger, shame and hopelessness all worked against him in a well orchestrated symphony.

The caption read, "Little troublemaker, scraped your knee, huh? Luckily, you've got such a powerful dad. He can get the city's rarest RH-negative blood in a heartbeat just for you!" Rage surged through Danielle. She carefully handed Olivia to the nurse, then stormed toward the VIP room on the top floor. When she kicked the door open, Meghan was sitting by the bed, playing video games with Taylor. The scrape on Taylor's knee was so minor that a bandage was unnecessary. The sight made Danielle's heart ache sharply. She stared at the happy mother and child before her, her chest burning with hatred that threatened to consume her. She was unable to hold back and shouted, "Give the blood to my dau

She laughed. As the viewer count surged, she didn't smash the window, nor did she call for help. Instead, she beamed at the camera. "Thank you to our top fan for the moneybag gift!" Then she added sweetly, "Send another moneybag. I'll smash the window once I get it, okay?" Rage, despair, and terror crashed over me in waves, drowning me whole. I called her over and over again. Once, twice, and thrice. There was no answer.

She didn't want the two to see that. She dried the tears falling from her eyes and looked up at the sky. She wanted to shout at the God why she was torturing her. Is this her karma? Is this because she pushes Caldwell even thought she knows that he loves her? Is this because she was a bitch? If it is... then she deserved it. She deserves the pain she's feeling right now.

Rage's face lit up with a radiant smile as he took my hand in his, his eyes shining with tears of joy. "My Queen, I am immortal, my years are 900 in all," Rage said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are the first one to ever give me a child!" I kissed his lips, and he responded with fervor, devouring me with all the passion he possessed. His hands gently touched my belly, his eyes shining with pride. His older brother, Storm, and younger brother, Rett, and the rest of his men, applauded loudly, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Niklaus joined us, hugging me tight and pulling Rage into the embrace, a rare display of affection from him.

The deep strict husky voice instantly broke Angela’s trance. Because It was not Gideon but Wrath.