Novel & Cerita Monroeville Rage Room

Rage sat in the open doorway, the wind whipping his hair, his eyes fixed on the glowing spire of the Vane Tower. "Sir! The Russo strike team has breached the 95th floor!" Marcus shouted over the headset. "Drop me on the 100th-floor balcony," Rage ordered. "I’ll clear the penthouse. You take the Sentinels and drop to the bunker levels. If Lorenzo is still breathing, leave him for me." The helicopter flared over the balcony. Rage didn't wait for a hover. He jumped, a fifteen-foot drop that he absorbed with a roll, coming up with his rifle spitting fire.

I don’t like the unknown. “Not that we were talking about you. Well of course we were talking about you. But not in a bad way. It was more about how can we help you. Anyways, we got to talking about what has helped us when we have experienced loss. The consensus was that breaking things is cathartic and helped relieve the anger and tension. So after nagging at Delta Jasper to use his shiny computer, we have built you your own rage room, filled with items that no longer work,” a sweet older lady explains to me, her name is Avril. “A rage room. What is a rage room?” I’m confused.

Luciano’s POV "You're positive?" I didn't wait for an answer before crushing my cigarette into the glass tray. It joined a dozen others, a small mountain of ash and filtered ends. The air in the motel room was thick enough to choke a normal man, a gray fog that clung to the peeling wallpaper and the two deltas standing by the door. We were cramped. This place was designed for budget travelers, not three grown shifters with shoulders too wide for the hallway. Ramiro didn't blink. He stood there, as calm as if he were reporting the weather instead of a declaration of war. "Positive," he said.

By this time, I can feel the anger subsiding. I shake my head at his words. "Na-ah. It will be as sweet as a candy. C'mon hunn. Just one hit," I smiled at him and I saw the movement of his Adam's apple, my smile getting even wider. "Max, let's be good and give me the baseball bat okay?" I heard Raze from behind me and I almost forgot we have other people in the room. I turned on my back and saw Mono watching us from the couch and Demo now sitting beside him. My eyebrow raised at the sight of Storm lying on the couch, his head resting on Cali 's lap while other have her cheek red like a tomato.

She asked curiously, praying this won't have anything to do with the Montero's. Unfortunately for her, it's everything that has to do with the Montero's. “You need to check the Celebrity room live right now!” Jace exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency. “What's going on?” Angela asked, her voice groggy, heart racing even harder. Whatever that made Jace burst into her room this early morning, looking like that won't be good news. “What is it, Jace?” She asked again. Jace said nothing, he just handed her his phone, the screen displaying a live stream news bold headline:

They drove the distance to the job in silence, long, painful silence. After parking out of sight, they waited inside Mona for about a half hour. Anticipation made the time drag unnecessarily and being in such close quarters was making Cassie squirrely. She preferred the comfort of her minivan, but Mona was necessary for video surveillance. Behind the black curtain that separated the front passenger seats from the back of the van was a high-tech surveillance office complete with a desk, chairs, and necessary equipment.

Rage smiled Rage was able to introduce himself to Mrs Clinton but he didn't meet Barry because he already fell asleep when he arrived. When Rage got home, he received a text from Aimy saying "Thanks for coming, i had a great time." so he quickly texted back "I had a great time too. See you on Monday." Johnson was watching TV when Rage entered "How did it go?." "Very well Dad, good night." Rage smiled "I know that, with the way you are smiling." "Haha very funny." (Bell rings) "We are going to be talking about......" (Voice fades)

I watch as they push the gates open. Xavier drives down the narrow gravel drive way until it opens up to the paved parking lot of the clubhouse. Cerberus is waiting at the door for us with two other members of the MC. Xavier hops out of his truck and runs around to help me down. The other two members start grabbing my stuff. "What room are we putting this stuff in, Cera?" One of them asks as he picks up two giant flower arrangements. "Rage's room. Where else?" Cerberus shakes her head as she pulls me into her arms.

Maverick tried to comfort her, “In this room, this clubhouse, and this compound, you are safe.” Paige studied him with her silver eyes. “Are you sure? I-I don’t want to die.” “I’m fucking positive.” He growled. “If that bastard wants to come here and start trouble, he’ll find he can’t push through us so easily. We’re the Tennessee Breeds MC.”

The train pulled into Burr Ridge Illinois at three in the morning, two miles from the Illinois state correctional facility for the undead, otherwise known as the Vampire Zoo. Built in eighteen sixty five, it was created to house the worst of the worst vampire killers in the United States. The facility was carved out of the ground creating a pit thirty feet deep with brick paved sides that would deter any vampires from scaling out. From the longest side it was five hundred feet end to end, and three hundred feet wide with a tower in the center that rose seventy feet from the bottom of the pit. A bridge connected the tower to the edge of the pit where staff and prisoners could enter the facili