Romans & histoires Rage And Ruin

I didn’t care how savage I looked, I wanted them to know the kind of beast they were dealing with. “ It was a warning" Leonardo breathed out rubbing his temple as if a headache can undo the damage .“ Rowan Moretti has officially started his games, he didn’t only attack your front gates, Nikolai . He used that exact hour to bomb and destroy my goods and warehouse that just landed, causing me to lose billions in a single night, billions gone in smoke, Nikolai!” I squeezed my fist under the table my rage instantly flaring, Billion’s ? This pathetic man was sitting here whining about money like my brother getting shot at our gates was a minor inconvenience.

“Babe, what happened? Are you okay?” She laughed. It was a bitter, ugly sound that made my stomach twist. “Okay? You’re asking me if I’m okay?” She swayed a little, catching herself on the wall. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, but the anger in them was sharp. “You ruined my life, Liam. You and your fucking ex. You got her pregnant while I was here waiting for you to even look at me. While I was touching myself at night because you were ‘too tired.’”

“Tear it down now!” Rage screamed as his face contorted into something much more unpleasant than it usually was. His eyes grew redder in anxiety and anger as his strength went past his previous limits. His power was like a massive flood, and it washed over the two who were facing him, trapped within a construct of their own making. “We would struggle now,” Aegeus observed Rage’s changes and understood that things were going to get much harder.

The single word cut through the air like a blade. “I warned them,” Ruin continued. “They answered with bullets in my home.” His hands curled into fists again. “They aimed at Elara.” I watched the shift happen inside him. The protective instinct that once felt comforting now transformed into something brutal and unstoppable. “Ruin,” I said carefully, “revenge will not...” “It is not revenge,” he interrupted. “It is survival.” Axel studied him for a long moment.“If you escalate, this becomes war,” Axel said.

Rage and undesired negative emotions gradually pollute my heart and destroy my once delighted and happy expressionded Thid letter ruins my mood. It ruins my day. It's though expected. But it still hurt. I need handle the situation before it worsens them am forced to loose the one individual I closely hold dear. My mate. My lips edges gradually squeeze. My claws sprout. They shred the paper into bits. It'll be clearly impossible for a rearranging machine to rearrange it from its torn size. "Council elders" I growl. My eyes meditatively shut I inhale deeply. I sniff. My growl heightens

As I catch a glimpse of her on the television screen, my thoughts are consumed by a towering rage. As she happily celebrates her divorce from me, I turn to alcohol to cope. I never truly cared about her; it was always about the money. But now that she has damaged my reputation, I won't let her off the hook easily. In a fit of rage, I throw an empty champagne bottle at the television screen, the loud crash attracting the attention of the servants, who hurry to see what's happening.

Still at the party, talking with Victor. Rage bubbled up inside me, hot and volatile. Without thinking, I grabbed a glass from the counter and hurled it across the room. It shattered spectacularly against the wall, shards raining down like my shattered hopes. “That stupid bitch wrecks everything!” I hissed, trembling with fury. My hands clenched into fists, knuckles white with strain. “I can't wait to destroy her and Alexander both!”

Rage is a powerful feeling, it knotted your inside, and flared your desire, making all feelings succumb to the burning madness. The elf, Justus, I trusted him, fucked him, gave him my all, and damn if I now feel like the stupidest male alive. *****

He says walking closer to me "È là fuori a rovinare le cose, bruciando tutte le nostre azioni. Ci sta rovinando Richie, sta rovinando te [She’s out there ruining things, burning all of our shares. She’s ruining us Richie, she’s ruining you]" "Non mi sta rovinando [She’s not ruining me.]" I respond "Sta rovinando tutta l’oscurità che abbiamo protetto con la luce. Sta rovinando tutto perché non è come noi. Rachel può anche essere nel mondo della mafia, ma non è così oscura come lo eravamo noi. [She’s ruining all the darkness we have shielded in light. She’s ruining it all because she’s not like us. Rachel may be in the mafia world but she’s not as dark as we were]"

I feel it run down my skin, hot and sticky. Everything in the room’s ruined. Lamps toppled. The sofa torn. Curtains ripped down. My TV's cracked into a spiderweb of reflections. It's been ages since I've been this beaten up, and I’m a bleedin’ crash dummy. But all I can think of right now, is the insurance. I scream and curse out in rage. "FUCK OFF, YOU BASTARD! You ugly, stinkin’ piece o’ goat-shit! You wanna go?! I’ll—"