Novel & Cerita Rage Book

Dangerous. But real.

Hannah shot a dark look at me. Isaac suddenly rushed forward, much to everyone's bewilderment. He grabbed my hand and exclaimed, "It's true that Colin wronged you, Hannah, but I'm sure that he's learned his lesson. Why don't we just let bygones be bygones?" I stared at him cautiously as I watched him defend me. It was already a wonder that he wasn't trying to kick me while I was down, which made his standing up for me utterly unreasonable.

Caesar’s POV After the work-related call ended, I quickly went back to our table. My feet have been itching to get back to the three girls I was with. I was worried that the moment I left, they'd start fighting violently. I definitely doubt Brae would stoop that low, but I'm not sure about Raine, especially Mara, whom I've only recently met and am unfamiliar with her attitude. But one thing is certain about Mara: she is not the sweet and kind girl she tried to portray.

"You've practiced. You know your story. You know who you're supposed to be." Sera Blackwood, aged 23, originally from a small pack in Oregon. Parents died in a car accident two years ago (true). Worked various service jobs since then, moving around, trying to find somewhere to belong (mostly true). Recently lost her boyfriend (true, if you substituted "mate" for "boyfriend" and "assassinated" for "lost"). Looking for stable employment and a fresh start (absolutely false). The lies came so easily now. She'd been practicing them for weeks, until they felt as natural as breathing.

Trace is proud of what he did for many years, and his hard work finally has a result. "I am excited to meet you." Trace opens his eyes when the door of his office opens, and his fiance is walking in the direction where he is sitting. "Happy birthday, Mr. Billionaire, are you willing to buy me tonight?" Trace licked his lip, watching the woman who is wearing nothing, but her boobs and femininity are covered by icing. "I am willing to pay, I don't mind the price, come here my lost kitten." Trace tapped his thighs, and Beatrice, Trace's fiance obey what Trace instructed her to.

''Amelia Nightshade. Something about the way he held my eyes told me there was more to him than he was letting on. ''Amelia.'' He tasted the words on his lips. I emptied the glass in one go, my eyes closing shut as the burning liquid passed down my throat. The bartender refilled my glass instantly. ''And what's yours?'' ''Spencer,'' he said. ''Spencer Rodrigo.'' I nodded. A bit of my mind with him, one still recalling Lucien strangling my aunt and the other on the eighty million debt.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

But this feature made him only more powerful in my eyes. “Alright, you want to make a deal? I can make a deal with you. I will give your father a full year to pay of his debt to me… Meanwhile you are to stay here as my pet, my toy to play with when I am bored. I have a busy life and I would like someone to entertain me and release me from tiresome stress. There will conditions of course to this deal, you so desperately wanted may I add. If your father screws up in any way he is killed and you are to stay here indefinitely and if you screw up your father gets killed and you are to stay here indefinitely as well. Both ways you have the same outcome, it just depends on who can’t hold up their p

Reaper's Pov The air inside the clubhouse crackled with a tension so thick it felt like static before a lightning strike. The heavy oak table in front of Jax, scarred with a century of knife marks, cigarette burns, and the dried, faded stains of old blood, bore the brutal history of a hundred violent decisions. It was a monument to the Blackfangs’ reign, and tonight, it felt like an altar for sacrifice. Riot, his most loyal, most volatile brother, leaned forward, his scarred fists clenched on the table.

Rage's face lit up with a radiant smile as he took my hand in his, his eyes shining with tears of joy. "My Queen, I am immortal, my years are 900 in all," Rage said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are the first one to ever give me a child!" I kissed his lips, and he responded with fervor, devouring me with all the passion he possessed. His hands gently touched my belly, his eyes shining with pride. His older brother, Blaze, and younger brother, Rett, and the rest of his men, applauded loudly, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Niklaus joined us, hugging me tight and pulling Rage into the embrace, a rare display of affection from him.