My Father's Eyes My Mother's Rage Book 소설 & 이야기

I just cling to her, breathing in her lavender soap scent, it was something gentle, something safe, something that feels like softness after months of walking barefoot on glass. Footsteps thump sharply behind us. A voice follows. A loud, angry, booming voice. “What the hell is this?” I flinch out of instinct. My mother stiffens, her arms tightening around me as if to shield me. My father rolls forward in his wheelchair, face hard, eyes sharp and furious. He looks a bit thinner than before, paler, his legs covered with a blanket. But the rage in his eyes is the same thick, burning, poisonous. “What have you done now?” he demands.

At a community party held to commend Dad, the community association director taps the microphone and makes an announcement. He says, "Mr. Cohen is selfless indeed. He has donated all the profits from his son's cafe to Jared Leroy. He solved the biggest problem that Gavin Leroy's household is facing." I think I must have heard him wrong. So the reason my accounts never added up was because my dad, Leonard Cohen, had given away my cafe's profits. But Dad straightens himself and says to me, "Gavin once saved my life, Hugh. Now, his family can't even afford the rent. What's wrong with you helping them out a little?" "Then what about me?" I ask in a shaky voice. Dad says with a frown, "You'r

My mother’s voice was filled with anger and frustration. “Anna, please, just listen to me for a moment,” my father pleaded. “I don’t want to hear it! You never listen to me, so why should I listen to you now?” My mother’s voice cracked with emotion. “Anna……”. My father calls warningly, he was losing control. “James, I will not do…. (Screams)”. The room echoed loud as he landed a slap on my mothers face. My eyes widened in shock, I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. My father, the man I had once looked up to, had just struck my mother. The rage inside me boiled over and I lunged at him.

Now, I had become a man and I was ready to prove that to me every single day. His wolf eyes twitched with rage. There was only one wolf that could make me pause in caution and that was my father! He had a rage as bad as a volcano. I remember as a kid, I would run to hide whenever he was angry. His eyes would change first, then his face would become extremely tense. He almost ruined my courage. But thanks to my wolf, I bounced back just as fiercely. We gathered in the throne room watching my dad. His chest rose and fell, threatening to tear open.

Said my father. “I’m Karme Ilithyia, pleased to meet you.” Said my mother. She smiled sweetly at Lio and her eyes seemed so much younger then. My mom’s eyes were a darker gray, sort of like an elephant’s skin. My father’s eyes were a rich, light brown. I often see people do a double take when they see us all together because being African American with our eye colors was very uncommon. “I see where Astraia gets her beauty.” Lio said, running his fingers through his dark curls. My mother and I both blushed and my father simply smiled before putting an arm around my mother’s waist.

Aria screamed, pain ripping through her teen soul as the dark rage woke uncontrollable. Her body glowed gray and black, storm-power swelling inside her. The wind tornadoed in the room, furniture lifted, glass shattered. Lightning struck the roof, burning faintly. Nyx screamed, holding her daughter, mother desperate, love pouring out, bond soul anchoring. Blood trickled from her hands cut by flying glass. “My baby girl! Fight the rage! Mommy loves you! Big world! Family forever!” I poured light into both, father, mate, desperate, proud, terrified.

BELLA I took a deep breath and began to tell my father everything. His expression darkened with each passing word, his eyes blazing with fury. He listened intently, his jaw clenched and his fists curled into tight balls. As I spoke, I could see the anger building inside him. His face reddened, and his eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire. I could feel the tension emanating from him, like a palpable force that filled the room. "How dare he," Luther growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'll kill him." He slammed his fist onto the armrest, making me jump. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and I could see the wolf in him straining to break free.

She said she was my real mother, but she never said Dad was my real Father. "I am afraid." Dad was afraid. "Very well done sister." Elena knew. She knew it. 'Mr Jenson.' 'Lydia.' 'No. Mrs Woods.' I looked down at my hair. Black. And lastly, what was the colour of his eyes? I closed my eyes tight trying to remember it. ‘When he looked at me with those eyes of his. Eyes that were so cold yet holding kindness in them for me. Eyes which were hauntingly,’

Vale: “Disperse! Everyone disperse!” I could hear my father saying this but it was like an echo in a distant world. I knew that he was saying this on account of me, and my mother. I knew that our power colliding like it did, was damaging to everything around us, but I just couldn’t stop. We just couldn’t stop. Rage had completely taken over. Not only me, but my mother as well. Fierya felt my rage and she tried to keep us grounded but there was something even stronger than her. She was muted by both of our life’s trauma and the emotions that came along with it.

Sara said making my face red with chilly anger. That's it. One more word and she'll have a bullet in her pretty little fucking frogmouth who can't stop croaking her nonsense annoying ribbit language. Even, I will not be able to stop myself from doing much more worse. So I looked at my father. I pleaded with him with the dark green eyes that I inherited from my mom amongst many of her beautiful facial features. "Damn those eyes of yours and your moms" he mumbled and I knew I had won. Lalalallalalla........