Heaven Hath No Rage Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, she couldn't take credit for this great and delicious disaster. “Very well...” Danielle whispered particularly satisfied. “You’ll feel my wrath, you stupid bitch! I will make you suffer so much that you will get down on your knees, begging for my forgiveness. You and your... hubby will finally know who I am and what I’m really capable of!”

Anna's "Ahhhh!" A sharp, guttural scream tore from my throat the moment I stepped into my room. It was raw and primal like a unhinged banshee. My chest heaved violently, each breath was jagged and shallow as rage and despair twisted together in my gut. How could that witch—how dare she treat me this way? My vision blurred with tears, but I didn't care. My arms lashed out, sweeping everything off the table in a chaotic frenzy.

He took out the bond paper inside and opened it too. He clears his throat, "To my lovely, pretty, sexy, and hot Love, my fucking gorgeous Persephone---" our eyes widened. "This is unacceptable, my Lord! I will never accept such calling! My Lord, do you want his tongue to be cutted so he won't be able to speak anymore or just his hand so he will never have the chance to write such awful words for Princess Agape!?" Hades outraged and that made us to panic. He's already ready to KILL Rampage!

I am after all, Rage. "Only dad calls me rage, Only dad calls me rage, Only dad calls me rage." I was taken to a cold room and was kept on a chair but I stood up and sat on the floor in a corner, my knees pressed to my chest still whispering those words. I heard a phone ring and I ignored it. I could only focus on the words in my mind and the major pain my brain kept releasing.

𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚 “Imagine the nerve of that—” several profanities fall out of my mouth. “How dare he try to pin this on me, and Shanghai? That one is a disaster waiting to happen, but he doesn’t care as long as he fattens his pocket. Why won’t anyone see him for who he is? It maddens me.”

His howl of rage sounds in my skull. She’s still coming. “No do overs!” she shrieks, and I’m blasted again, slammed into the thick trunk of a black walnut. Her hair floats and tangles, glittering and twisting. “You turn your back on what Fate has given you, you throw your mate away like she’s replaceable, like the universe will give you infinite chances at happiness, like you’re special, like the world won’t keep turning and the sun won’t come up if you don’t do your duty.” She spits the word like a curse. Her bitter rage is an electric sizzle in the air.

He was trying to dictate my life, to invalidate my love, under the guise of some cosmic decree. My hand was flying across his face in an instant, a flash of righteous fury that left a stinging sensation on my palm. The sharp crack echoed in the silence of the room. He spit out blood mixed with saliva, his head snapped to the side, and a thin trickle of crimson appeared at the corner of his lip. I had let **rage** surge through me, a primal, untamed force, and I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. I would do it over and over again until he took back those hateful, dismissive words of his. Here he was, once again, attempting to block out the possibility of a **home**, of a future with Perseus, unde

Her pink glow dimmed slightly, then recovered. "The rage is still there. Underneath everything. It is old and patient and it is listening." She opened her eyes. "But Jack, rage that is listening is not the same as rage that is attacking. Listening means it wants to understand. And understanding is the first step toward..." "Toward what?" Haley's pink eyes flickered with golden light. The baby Utterance's song swelled. "I do not know. The baby does not know. But it is composing a new verse right now. A verse specifically for the rage. Not to suppress it or counter it. To include it."

Xavier As my anger simmered beneath my skin, a fiery heat pulsated through my veins. I stormed towards her, my footsteps echoing angrily against the cold, hard ground. Her face contorted with fury, but I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind her intense rage. The air was thick with tension, carrying the sharp scent of bitterness and confusion. Sage’s voice trembled with remorse as she uttered an apology, desperately yearning to bridge the gap and become her friend. “What is the matter with you!” I demanded, abruptly spinning her around to face me. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, radiating with an intense rage that seemed to ignite like flickering blue flames. The room echoed with th

"So it's moon goddess now, hmm? You do not call on An-heh anymore?" His eyes were pitfalls of black as they turned to stare at her. She felt tentacles prodding her mind as his eyes turned even blacker. It took some time, but with great effort, she broke the stare and looked down at the floor. It was better that way. "Why are you here, Rage?" "Ah! She calls me by my name. I see you are no more scared. Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson in manners." Even as he spoke, a piercing pain seared into her head, causing her to cry out. "Your magic was never a match for me."