Raging Bulls Book Novels & Stories

So much for the theory of natural selection. Rage descends like a red mist and I give myself over to my wolf. He erupts, shifting in mid air ready to rip the throats out of anyone who would be stupid enough to square off with him. His roar makes the three idiots in front of us pause, give each other a hesitant sideways look, then without any semblance of self preservation they run right at us. Two of them pull knives from their back and the runt pulls a gun.

" I gulp at his darkened, lusty eyes, which are leering at me like a fresh piece of meat to a wild animal. He straightens to his feet while my brain scrambles for a way to get out of this situation I've found myself, but as if he knows what I'm thinking, he suddenly adds, "And don't even think about hiding. You're going to make it worse on yourself, I won't stop even if you beg me or pass out" * *

And that fucking bitch. I gritted my teeth, groaning. Oh, fucking lord, I'd so deal with her. I'd deal with her and that puppet of a woman she had as a mother. Who the hell did she think she is, eh? "Mate," my wolf, Russo came. I squeezed my eyes tightly, rage streaming through my veins. "Now, you shut up. Shit that fucking pit you call a mouth." Mate my dick. I stared back at my laptop. Making an attempt to type would be useless. I couldn't do so in this kind of environment. Staying here was just irritating, I had to get out. Yes, the school library should work just fine, even though the silence there was triggering.

The laughter grew louder, kids from other classes started crowding the classroom. He snapped the diary shut when I got closer and looked down at me. “Wanna know why nobody loves you? It's because everyone can smell your desperation.” “That's not true!” I yelled as tears rolled down my cheeks. I knew I was out of their league but how could he be so cruel? What's wrong with a simple crush? I didn't kill his pet! Why is he bullying me like this? Being the Alpha's sons doesn't give them the right to treat me like this! It's not right!

Mirk. He didn't understand anything the newcomer said. He just kept walking back and forth.Nothing could match his fear and anger. Unable to bear it, he punched the wall. "This is my damn fault! Damn it! Damn it!” It's bleeding but he hasn't stopped yet. He only stopped because of Mauve and Mirk and grabbed both of his shoulders. He still struggled. "Fuck! Let's go! I'll fucking kill them. I will kill whoever did this.” He said that over and over as if he was losing control.

As I opened the photo, I realized there were more words on the caption. “I don’t care if your Mother is Nicole Parker, who is known as the Queen of Bullies back in the day. I will have my man away from your claws and paws. Just watch and see!” I frowned. I could not believe what I was reading. So, I leaned back to check the words clearly from a good distance, afraid my eyes were playing with me. I looked at the text sideways. I tried blinking my eyes after giving them a good rub. But the results did not change!

I asked, my gaze fixed upon Richard, eager to unravel the mystery behind these remarkable beasts of burden. Richard's lips curled into a knowing smile, as if he had anticipated my question. "Ah, I see that the Baron's keen eye has not failed to notice the exceptional nature of these bulls," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. "These are no ordinary creatures, but rather the first of their kind – the Titan bulls, a product of human ingenuity and innovation!"

What was he doing with all the money when we still had a leaking roof over our heads? Of all the silvertons why make sure it had to be this spoiled brat? And what was so special about the recipe in the journal that he gave me when I already it knew like the back of my hands.

Rise Of The Bullied Lycan . Chapter 11: early heat? . You are boring. ”Excuse me?” Ford said, sassy-like. He stopped in the midst of moving beers over, head still stuffed in the fridge like an idiot. “Five, Raze, five. I’ve never let you have more than one or two in one sitting. You and your blood-lust are just too much sometimes. You’re too dangerous.” The last one does not count. He was for sport.