Romans & histoires Sudden Fury: A Family Torn Apart

He could not even bring himself to feel happy. Then, Kiran turned to the others and said, “If you don’t want to die, what are you waiting for?” The three families suddenly released their pent-up anger as they rushed forward one after another. They all went berserk as they slashed barbarically at Wolfgate’s men. Regulus kneeled on the ground, watching the scene unfold before his eyes. His heart tore apart, and he was almost choked to death with anguish.

Instead, I felt disgusted at the fact that I was a part of such a family. I tossed out a few packaged foods. It was just enough to keep them from dying immediately. The three of them devoured the food in an instant. After having some water, my mother regained her strength and her attitude. She pointed at me and shouted angrily, “Amelia, if you don’t help us now, I’ll make sure our entire family finds out how cruel and ungrateful you are once this winter is over!” Athena’s face twisted in rage. She had just suffered great humiliation because of me.

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.

Fury surged like fire through dry timber, scorching everything in its path. “Greco.” I spat the name like poison. “He pulled the strings. He framed the Russos. And my father…” My chest heaved, rage clawing at my ribs. “His silence cost me everything.” The oath tore out of me, raw and unfiltered. “I’ll destroy him. I’ll grind his empire into dust and ash.” Richard said nothing, wisely holding his tongue, though his eyes flicked nervously toward the table I had shattered minutes ago. “Where is Diego?” I snapped, my voice like a whip.

My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel. ... I knew I was finally going to die. So I called my family. My mom answered. She was in the middle of a face mask, her voice muffled and edged with impatience. “What is it now, Elena?”

“That they’ll bring your dead child back to you?” The first blow comes without thinking. The crack against her cheek is like a bolt of lightning inside me. She staggers, but doesn’t fall. “Is that all you’ve got?” she growls, her laughter cut short by the blood already staining her mouth. “I’ll say it again: your son is de… I don’t let her finish. I can’t. Something snaps and breaks free inside me. The fury is an ancient, primal flame that erupts from my gut like a volcano. And then, simply, I stop holding back.

It kept him grounded enough to find his Angel. But now, she was raging. There’s a big difference between anger and fury. Anger was enough to make someone go insane. But fury, it made people psychotic. And that was exactly how he felt. He was past making sense.Sure, He no longer felt anything except deep loathing and fury. Nothing else mattered. The little humanity left inside of him was gone the instant he laid eyes on the Huge television screen in front of him. Fury boiled inside of him as he thought of the

Trigger and I end up rolling around on her living room floor with our hands around each other's throats, both trying to kill the other in an extreme fit of rage. "I'm tired of always taking the fucking fall for your ass, Trig!" "Don't act like I've never done shit for you, Brix! That's what we do for family, man!" I freeze when he says the word family," knowing the man I'm thinking about killing is the only family I have left in this world. Thirty years of secrets, fights, and differences of opinion are all going to end tonight. Blinded by rage and betrayal, I don't even bother chasing after my little bird when she gets up and runs back down the hall to her bedroom and slams the door. Trig k

Fardar opened his mouth, he looked like he wanted to spit out some curses but nothing came out, instead the anger slowly faded away, his eyes were filled with something Ryk hadn’t expected, fear, pain, and desperation. He relaxed back in his chair in defeat, his large shoulders sagging, his voice sounded defeated. “You can’t understand,” he muttered, his eyes looked distant, fear and pain in them. “All this… It’s about….” Fardar paused and looked up at Ryk. “It’s about family.” He whispered. The whole room went silent. Ryk frowned in confusion, he looked clueless. Family. He was expecting Fardar to continue but the man stopped at the family, the look on his face looked like he had dropped so

Viso took the call without wasting a single second, “If you dare to hurt her again, I will make your death look like a piece of art, You son of a bitch! I will give you death, your soul will scream in dread even after dying.” “Why are you acting all angry suddenly, Bonkers? I hurt your sister and you got all mad but when it was my sister's reputation on the line, my reputation on the line you mocked me, so now when your sister is being humiliated the same way, why are you acting angry, Viso?” Fury ran through his body like a lava. He was comparing His Stella with that bitch! “You touch her again, you die, Sandro. You fucking die!” He snarled, clutching his phone so tightly that his knuckles