Rage Addiction Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rage was in his every breath and so was fear in his eyes. “What… what are you planning to do to me — t-to us?” He asked. I averted my eyes and tried to wrench my arm out of his grip. His grip tightened, making me yelp. “For God’s sake… SPEAK!” He growled, and I broke into tears. He let go of my arm. Breathing heavily from his mouth, he covered his eyes with his hand. Ria took over me. “She plans to erase herself from your memories…” Amor screamed, flipping the table as it shattered crashing against the wall.

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."

He whispers. My palm slips free of his grip. “This is all Aria's fault.” Tears stream down my eyes. The pain is louder in my chest. “Rizz is trying to win her back. He's always around her.” Zen reports, crossing his fingers on his lap. A smile stretches on my lips. “So what if she's his fated mate? Rizz is mine. She can't snatch him from me.” Rage brews underneath my skin, reaching my eyes. The feeling is worse than death, eating me alive day by day.

The surrounding patrol members lowered their heads instinctively. Edgar clenched his jaw. "She is your fated mate. She is the Luna of our pack." "She is not!" Ryan roared suddenly. "How many times do I have to say it? She is not my fated mate! She's just a timid, jealous Omega who spends her days pulling pathetic tricks for attention!" His dark and dangerous gaze locked onto Edgar's. "Don't you seem overly concerned about her?" Fiona shuddered at just the right moment and pressed against Ryan's chest. "Ryan, how could someone die so horribly? I'm scared."

Paige’s POV Last night, I dreamt of Harry. It's been a while since I had a nightmare about what happened when we left the pack. Harry has a mental disorder that makes him rage with anger for unexpected reasons. He would throw almost everything down in the apartment, yelling profanities, and hit me if I'm in his way. It was draining but I had to endure because I kept on convincing myself that I loved him enough to bear all through that. I was just eighteen for goodness sake. I also didn't want to tell anyone because I was scared my parents would be worried but at the same time, I was killing myself and draining my wolf of every little strength left in her.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

“I’m not bringing her home tomorrow, so shut it. You’re giving me a headache.” "You’re scared," Rage taunted. "You think she’ll reject you." “Scared?” I scoffed. “You think I’m scared? Shut up, old wolf. You don’t know a damn thing about women.” Rage growled low in my chest. “Then let me take control. One day is all I need. I’ll bring her to us, and she’ll be in our bed by nightfall.” “Never,” I spat, shutting him out. I wasn’t ready to entertain his wild ideas.

Is this Kiara's fiancé? "Um... Hello?" I wave awkwardly, trying to break the silence. But instead of a warm greeting, a familiar voice slices through the air, dripping with spite. "I didn't know you were so rich, loser." A type of rage, long dormant, erupts within me. I clench my teeth and fists, my heart racing. "What the fuck are you doing here, Rhys Volkov?"

The mother cried out from the pain, but the other woman began kicking her around to vent her anger. “You are the reason why I lost the Empire!” Roxanne roared as she kicked at Andrea’s chin. “Do you even know how much I wanted that? It’s supposed to be mine! Along with Gryphon and everything they owned! You and that cripple! Both of you should just die! After you, I’ll kill that—!”

They kept using me, switching positions, trading places, competing with every thrust and filthy word to see who could make me break harder. By the time they finally let me collapse, I was a trembling, cum-covered mess — ruined, claimed, and completely addicted. Rylan kissed my forehead, almost tender. “Round two starts in ten minutes, little new girl. Better catch your breath.” Rhys smirked from the other side of the bed. “Or don’t. I like you desperate.” The rivalry had only just begun. And I was already terrified of how much I wanted both of them to win.