Novel & Cerita Rage Book

Aegeus observed Rage’s changes and understood that things were going to get much harder. The burn on Rage’s chest, which he had sustained from Selina and Aegeus’s combination strike was still there. And the smell of burnt flesh did fill the nostrils of him and Selina. There was a large gush on Rage’s back from Abe’s strike as well. Although both attacks were powerful enough to obliterate any average 8th Stage Noble, Rage had only sustained superficial damage. This was testament to how strong he was. However, the fact that his injuries were still the same, even after he underwent a power-up, meant that only his strength received an upgrade. His health was still the same. But before he had the

“What is it?” He dipped his hand in his pocket, and pulled out his phone. “The message she sent.” He scrolled frantically through his phone. He paused, and frowned. Then he cursed loudly and flew out of their bed. Racheal sat up. “What is it?” “Skylar hates Bourbon. She would never drink that or place an order for it. Skylar is in trouble.”

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

Five years after my younger brother Luca and my fiancée Elena were killed in an ambush, I arranged my own burial at sea. I was pressing the engraved nameplate onto my custom urn when my father, Don Salvatore Leo, walked into the room with a cigar between his lips. "Antonio, you don't need to go to the docks to mourn them this year. They're not dead." My fingers went white around the nameplate. Then the hidden door in the safe room opened from the inside. Luca walked out with Elena in his arms, casually spinning the emerald ring I had once given her around his finger. "I won the bet," he said, lazy about it. "I told you we could live right next door to him for five years and he'd never

James jumped up and pointed a finger at me, his face twisted with rage. "Have you lost your mind? You want a divorce? Don't you care about your reputation? Liliana, you're fifty this year. What kind of man do you think you can find after leaving me?" James was once a top student, but now he was just a bloated, greasy man. There was nothing about him worth holding onto. I didn't respond to his taunts. Instead, I advised, "Since you cheated, you'll leave with nothing."