My Father's Eyes My Mother's Rage Book Novelas e Histórias

He gave me a million-and-one reasons why he couldnt make it which is pretty fucking pitiful if you ask me, having an offspring just to abandon them is beyond me. Elena’s sage green eyes stare back at her father so much hatred and rage in them it excites me. For once I’m not the cause for it which feels pretty damn good, a feeling I won't look into. Casper is spewing some bullshit as usual but I can't bring myself to care when those sage greens swing my way and her eyes narrow even slighter, my heart skips a beat when I see tears start to fill them. Fuck, dont cry baby get angry. She squeezes her eyes shut seemingly to will the tears away. When she opens them again her eyes are shining with

The glint in his eyes sent a chill down my spine. “No Dad, I won't …” I screamed, my voice cracking . "This is insane!” The thought of being confined with him, of being subjected to his presence and his control, was unbearable. "Why are you so heartless?" I screamed, tears streaking my makeup. "All you think about is the Mafia, you don't deserve to be a father!” My father's face darkened, His eyes widened at my outburst and he raised his hands ready to hit me. I stiffened my body, getting ready for the impact. I waited for any sign of pain but it never came

The beautiful girl in my father's hands turns her chubby face toward me and I see the face of my mother staring into my soul. I immediately turn around. I feel the fire burning through my veins as rage consumes me. I attack the first of my father's men with everything in me. I bite and scratch as he lands blows on my exposed head. I take one punch that makes me dizzy which scares me so I grab his nuts and yank. He screams bloody murder as the smell of iron fills the air.

Pure agony, my deep guttural cries as I felt and saw my eye being gouged out by my own father with his favourite dagger I had grown up watching him sharpen. All while feeling the familiar hot stream of blood grasping its hot hands on my cheek as it fell, pouring as I wailed until it was all over. The only vision remaining in my right eye. The left a burning, crimson pool of the reminder my mother was dead– meaning a part of me had to die with her, even if it were just the beautiful blue eyes she had given me. But it was caved, only echoing voices remaining and screams shattering through the room that I wasn't aware if they were mine or not. I was now a Romano inside and out.

his father called in a voice loud enough to bring him back his control that was starting to slip away. Like he did with his grandfather, he turned to look at his father and meet his eyes. And there he saw in Matthew's eyes the same anger and rage that he knew was also very visible in his eyes. But aside from the anger and rage in Matthew's eyes, there was also a silent message in them, telling Maverick not to do anything reckless again.

I sat as far away from my Father as I could get, holding my ground as he turned and looked into my eyes. I always thought his eyes would be empty, lacking any hint of a soul. I was wrong, his eyes weren't empty. They were filled with a burning hunger that would bring the world to its knees, an anger that consumed every sliver of compassion or conscience. Looking into my Father's eyes taught me something, evil doesn't just pop into existence--evil is born, bred, and taught.

haven’t even seen his eyes change. I feel the command take over me. I respond, “ I claimed her as a newborn, “Dad shakes his head. “Why wasn’t I informed? Why did you hide this from me? How could I not notice all these years? “ his gaze falls onto Mom. “ some mate you are he scoffs. You would have our daughter lie to me and hide the truth. It bothers me that you didn't share that moment with me. It’s typical of you to be so selfish. Why did I even marry you? “ He snarls at Mom, getting ready to strike her. I shift, but I don’t feel any pain. It was on instinct I jumped in front of Mom, taking the strike from Dad's hand. I’m thrown back, hitting the wall. I began to cry. My wolf was bleeding

“Julian is the father of my baby. And I love him.” The silence that followed was deafening, the air heavy with unspoken fury. When I dared to open my eyes, I saw his grip on my wrists loosen slightly, but his rage didn’t fade. His aura surged like a tidal wave, suffocating and cold. His wolf was close to the surface, and its icy blue eyes pierced through the storm swirling in his gaze.

"He has a temper, Yara. Everyone knows it. The Rage of the Lycan." ​"He wouldn't hurt me," I said quickly. "He threw a glass at the wall. Not at me." ​"This time," Riel said. ​The words hung in the air. ​"My father... he had a temper," Riel murmured, looking at the sky. "He loved my mother. He did. But love... love can be a cage, Yara. Especially with wolves. They claim. They possess. And when they feel that possession slipping... they tighten their grip."

Alex’s eyes burned red in anger. “What? He hit you? He’s got some nerve!” Alex’s mother, Barbara Yeager, was livid. Her voice rose in fury. “That piece of trash dared to touch my son?” Alex’s father, Damien Yeager, was livid as well. His face darkened as a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes. “Dad, Mom, I want revenge! I want that b*stard to kneel before me and beg for forgiveness!” Alex gritted his teeth.