Rage Addiction Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Molly, if he's your mate, you have to be careful. You should reject it! You can't let a man who was just your mother's suitor, an old dude, become your everything. It's scandalous! It's messy! Your the Alpha’s child…" A bitter laugh escaped my lips, and a tear pricked the corner of my eye. "Reject it? Elara, it's not that simple. It's not just a feeling. It's... it's physical. Every night, when the house is quiet, I have these... dreams. Wet,-aching dreams about him. About his hands, his scent, the way he looks at me."

And no one gets to live with the memory of having touched her. The words, the information, the images they formed in my mind made a cocktail of blinding rage and a murderous urge inside me leapt to bounds that I couldn't control and I threw the laptop across the room in a fit of careless, uncontrolled rage. The screen broke clear off its hinges at the impact and cracked into pieces. I didn’t fucking care. It was just the beginning of what I was going to do once I had the names of those men. And I will leave her father for the last. A. Gupta

He just hated wolves, all of them, equally, including himself. “Maybe she is enjoying having fun with our little brother and his new wife. You know Lennie. She can always find fun.” “How can you talk about our mate in that tone?!” Raven got really angry because of that comment, “Why on earth did the Moon Goddess pair me with such a pig head like you?! Why don’t you just go fuck yourself?! Fuck you!!Ragnar!!Fuck!!” It started getting really annoying. Ragnar even wanted to hack his head open to pull that stupid wolf out. He closed his eyes, trying really hard to block him. Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and it was his Beta, Ethan.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

~ MARA ~ Fury doesn't even begin to cover the anger flooding through my veins. I'm fucking pissed. Mad isn't nearly descriptive enough for what I'm feeling right now. Fuck that dumb mute for ruining my plans over and over again. It's all lies. I refuse to believe the sob story about Ronan falling for someone like that. It's all too fake. You can tell me anything—that the moon is green, that mermaids exist, or any other fucking mythical story—but the idea that Ronan is in love with that dumbass girl? That's a fucking lie.

Third person That night, things had escalated too quickly. One minute, Prince Rain found himself within the crowd, and the next he was back in Korra's room. Rain felt his back hit the softness of the bed. His wolf was weak, but he didn't stop fighting. Raze hated another's touch more than anything else. He wasn't just the king of wolves who was jealous over his mate, but also the kind who was jealous over things of his mate, and he, their body, was one of those, if not the most important.

He was sneering at me which made me madder than I had been. "Like she did not do the same thing to you. I heard she rejected you infront of a lot of people." I fired back. "You think we don't know?" "Know what Alpha drunk Drake?" Noah was having too much fun with this one. "You think we don't know that you are turning rogue? I know that you are suffering from the wolf rage because if the rejection." I answered him. That served him right. He thought that his secrets were safe. I knew that he had been getting treated for the rage but it was not going away. I was better than him because as much as I wanted Hazel, she was not my mate.

You see, Rage was an understudy to a sorcerer, the most powerful one in the whole of Brambold town. It was love at first sight for him as soon as he set eyes on her but she did not even gift him with a glance, so he had to do something to coerce her. With some incants he had learnt from the sorcerer's book of forbidden magic, Rina became aflame with love for him. There were stolen kisses and kindled passions. He laid with her and promises were made. Unfortunately for Rage, forbidden magic lasts only for a short while. When it eventually waned, the star dusts fell from Princess Rina's eyes and she could not even stand to look at him.

Ryan. If rage was a person, if hate, anger, and dislike were a person then that would be me. The hate was consuming me, filling every single cell in my body and seeping out to make it known to everyone. I want revenge so bad. If there’s a chance for me to get out of this hell and have that then I would have. It still feels like a fucking dream that a respectable person like me would be caged in this damn place. I still can’t believe that I have lost everything excluding the woman I love—I’m getting her back, because I was too foolish and my head was over the clouds.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m