Rage Synonyms

Betrayed by her own sister, disowned by her father, and abandoned by the family she once called home, Julia carries the name “criminal” like a scar she didn’t earn. After three months behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Julia walks out of prison with nothing - no family, no friends, and no place to go. Imagine as the biological daughter of the family, but being cast aside and replaced with the adopted one. That was where Julia found herself. But fate wasn’t done with her. The powerful family that adopted her from the orphanage before the Reynolds – her biological family, came to claim her, now opened their arms wide to welcome her back. Now, as the truth began to resurface and the lies start to crumble, Julia’s chest burned with rage, ready to clear her name and bring the Reynolds down to their knees. The Disowned Heiress is a story of betrayal, second chances, and a woman’s quiet war against the people who disowned and framed her for a crime she didn’t commit.

"What do you want slut?" Mara could hear the cold, but demanding voice. She'd had never been insulted before with such a name, she had her dignity and yes she was still a virgin. Her face contorted with rage as she made to slap him, just because she bumped into him doesn't warrant him calling her such a name. One minute she was contemplating on slapping him, the next, she was drawned into his hard muscle chest as she peered into the fascinating blue eyes she'd had ever seen. ***** Ryan had never wanted anything in his life like he had wanted Mina, he'd thought he had everything in his feet, but once he had his eyes set on Mina, he swore with his life that he'd do anything within his power to have her in his bed. How would he tame the innocent Mina who would never take a second look at him?

"How long will you cry over your dead fiancé?"The man came closer to the weeping girl while whispering his venomous words with a dark chuckle.She looked at him with pure rage in her eyes. "Don't you dare to bring his name in your filthy mouth?" "Come on.You can think of my offer now.We can start from where we were left." "Slap" A loud sound echoed. "You murderer, you have killed him." She spoke in between her uneven sobs. "How would you prove that?Your lawyer partner has committed suicide after losing his case."He spoke while rubbing his cheek where she slapped him afew seconds back.Wiping her tears away she spoke with her gritted teeth, "Mr. Madhban, you have seen me fighting with my fiancé so far.Now you would face Advocate Suhani Rane fighting for her fiancé's justice.See you in court."

Emma Hart thought she led an ordinary life—until a single mysterious message changes everything. When her phone flashes a countdown and a distorted voice warns her not to look outside, Emma realizes she’s caught in a deadly game she doesn’t understand. Shadows move faster than any human, storms rage with unnatural fury, and the city she calls home becomes a maze of fear and secrets. With only twelve minutes to act, Emma must uncover who—or what—is hunting her, why she was chosen, and how to survive when time itself seems to be against her. Racing against a relentless enemy, she discovers hidden powers, buried truths, and the shocking revelation that the world is far more dangerous than anyone could imagine. The Last Signal is a pulse-pounding thriller that blends suspense, supernatural mystery, and heart-stopping tension, asking one question: when the clock is ticking, who can you trust—and who is already watching from the shadows?

Charles Dickson will transfer five million dollars to me every time he cheats. After three years of being together, I've saved enough money to last a lifetime. This time, he transfers ten million dollars to me. I immediately pack my things and make a run for it when I see the money in my account. By the time he tracks me down, I've started a career as a teacher. He looks disdainful. "Enough of this nonsense. What can you teach them?" I run my mouth. "I'm using my experience to teach young women how to find a rich, generous husband who's always away from home, of course!" That strikes a nerve. His eyes turn red with rage as he snaps, "Am I nothing but a teaching tool to you, Chloe?" "Of course not!" I say. Before he can feel pleased, I continue, "At most, you're a failed specimen because you always come home…"

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

"I begged you not to kill my babies, they were our babies. But you were so blind in rage that you didn't even think for once and killed them. You are no less than a monster," Camellia, said with anger and rage. while the surgical knife was on his neck. She hated him to the extent that she had forgotten that she was a doctor who was meant to save life for people but here she was killing him. " I am sorry, Camellia. What I did was wrong and I will happily die in your arms if my sin would be forgiven then please go ahead," his words pierced in her heart. Her hands were shivering, and after hearing his words, she wiped her tears from one hand and pushed him away from her. She couldn't kill him, not today nor in the future. " Mama, Please don't kill, Daddy?" she felt like a criminal in front of her child and stared blankly at her.

"I, Alpha Azrael Shepherd, reject you, Alexandria Gregory as my mate," he said coldly then turned his back towards the packhouse. ****** When Alexandria Gregory turned 18, she met her mate and that is Azrael Shepherd, the Alpha of her rival pack. But Azrael rejected her when he found out she was an omega of her pack. The rejection she felt was excruciating. Once her mate rejected her, she would never find another mate again. The reason why Azrael rejected her is because the man will be married to Liza, the Alpha's daughter of her pack. Even though they aren't mates, they decided to stay together for the union of the two packs. No one knew her mate was Azrael. Rage fills her heart and she will make sure Azrael would regret ever rejecting her. She ran away from her pack and promised to herself that she would come back and take her place as the real Alpha.

Les larmes qui brillent, la fierté qui se dissout. C’est encore plus beau que dans mes rêves. — Parce que je vais vous offrir un marché, dis-je en me penchant en avant, la voix devenue un murmure confidentiel et venimeux. Un seul. Prenez-le ou laissez-le. Je prends une feuille blanche, immaculée, et la pousse vers elle. —Voici mon offre : Un an à être à moi et à genoux. Elle cligne des yeux, ne comprenant pas. —Je… Je ne… — Pas comme une employée. Cela serait trop simple. Pas même comme une maîtresse. Cela serait vous faire trop d’honneur. Je marque une pause, savourant l’instant où la compréhension va la frapper de plein fouet. —Non , un an.....comme ma pute. Alessandra Le choc est si violent que j’en ai le souffle coupé. Le bureau, la ville, son visage… tout vacille. Un bruit blanc emplit ma tête. J’ai mal entendu. Je dois avoir mal entendu. — Quoi ? je souffle, la voix brisée. — Vous m’avez bien entendu, dit-il, implacable. Un an de soumission absolue. Vous serez à moi. Votre corps, votre volonté, votre dignité. Vous ferez ce que je veux, quand je le veux, comme je le veux. En échange, tous les problèmes financiers de votre frère disparaissent. Il aura les meilleurs soins. Il vivra. La nausée monte, brûlante. La rage aussi. Une rage ancienne, celle de la fille que j’étais, qui n’aurait jamais permis une telle insulte. — Vous êtes… vous êtes un monstre, je halète, me levant d’un bond, les jambes tremblantes. Un sale monstre ! Je crache. Littéralement. Un crachat plein de haine et de dégoût qui atterrit sur le marbre immaculé de son bureau . — Voilà ma réponse. Allez vous faire pendre. Je me tourne pour partir .

He was the enemy I was forced to marry. I was the girl raised to destroy him. I was supposed to live a quiet life. Graduate, find a job, stay far away from the shadows of my mother’s past. But then I was taken. Now I’m Mrs. Valerio. Matteo Valerio is cold, dangerous, and untouchable. The heir to a brutal mafia empire built on secrets and blood. He makes it clear: this marriage isn’t love. It’s power. It’s politics. It’s survival. But I didn’t agree to this just to be a pawn. I want answers. About my father’s murder, about the threats still chasing me, about who I really am beneath the name I grew up with. And the closer I get to the truth, the more tangled I become with Matteo himself. Because behind the monster is a man with haunted eyes and a soul that’s been at war for too long. And behind my rage is a heart that was never supposed to feel anything for him. But the past is catching up. Betrayals are rising. And falling in love with your enemy? That’s the most dangerous vow of all.