Rage Novel Novels & Stories

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.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

“Then let’s end it. Together. But promise me you won’t lose yourself to this fight, Adrian. We’ve come too far, and I won’t lose you to anger.” “I’ll try,” he muttered. “But it’s hard, Elena. When I see what he’s trying to do to you...” “I understand. But rage won’t win this war. Strategy will.” Meanwhile, miles away in a darkened estate, Elias Wolfe stood in his office, his knuckles white around the glass of whiskey in his hand. A tablet played the aerial footage his men had captured during the chase. He watched the scene unfold—Elena’s car speeding, the sharp swerve, the screeching tires, the train cutting across the tracks like a guillotine of fate.

"Hello?" Vivian’s voice drips with pure smugness through the line. "Rapha, do you honestly think your rogue body can overshadow Amara with just an empty marriage title? Keep dreaming in your dirty den! Amara has just made a powerful, deadly comeback in the city, and his wolf is completely unstoppable now. Get ready to crash and burn into the dirt—this time, your name is going down for good!" With that final bark, Vivian hangs up the phone.

The two fell silent at what I said so I took the opportunity. "But if you really love her, you'll let her go, Lagma. Take me as her replacement. Of the two of us, I'm more useful to you. Isn't the reason why you thought of kidnapping me is for my blood? I'm an Rh negative and so are you. Given your condition, hemophilia, which means you have to take in blood transfusions, I could be of great use to you. So what are you waiting for? Take me, Lagma. I'm all yours. " I opened my arms and laughed at them.

Currently Raga is waiting for Yasmin to meet her friend to redeem the wedding ring that the girl pawned. In the end after seeing Yasmin keep begging him to borrow her money, Raga was willing to borrow it. But not for free but on one condition. Before Yasmin can pay off her debt, she must obey all of Raga's wishes and orders. At first Yasmin refused the condition, she was afraid that Raga would use the opportunity to make love to her. But Raga explained that he would not use the opportunity to have sex or other physical contact. Because there was no other choice, Yasmin agreed.

Rager had got into position as he waited for them to come around to her. Once they were in position, Rager went over and immediately bit one of the guys on the head, and he went limp instantly. The other two were so shocked that it allowed Rager to take the head off the second one while the third one tried to run. Rager loved to play chase. With one swift move, he leaped and landed on the back of this guy, burying his face in the dirt, and muffling his screams of agony.

Rapha said coolly, dumping his cigar in the silver tray before pushing off the desk and walking toward the bar almost like he’d dismissed the entire conversation. “You paid me for that,” Kade shot him a pointed look. “You don’t get to opt out.” Rapha had, in fact, paid him. Kade had arranged countless dates with models, heiresses, and influencers, all ended the same – Rapha never compromised his fantasies, and those who stayed long enough to beg for more always wanted what he couldn’t give. He sighed a deep, weary exhale like he was being forced to swallow his own pride. Again. He reached for a bottle of Kurayoshi 18-Year he got as a gift from a Japanese diplomat.

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, Storm, 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.

I'm loyal to you. I violently bit my lower lip. Me: Loyal your face. You already have Jesyl. You're two timing. Rage: That's a different case. You asked me to do it. And I'm just playing with her. You know that. Me: But you two kissed. That's cheating! Rage: My babe is jealous. You enjoy kissing. My cheeks grew hot and my face sank into the pillow. I bit my lower lip harder. Damn! Me: Kiss yourself! I 'm not jealous!