Sudden Fury: A Family Torn Apart Novels & Stories

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

What the fuck was wrong with these mafia men? This was insane. Both of them. Every single one of them. Fury exploded inside me and I shoved him with everything I had. He finally pulled back, breathing hard, his lips stained with my blood. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped him sharp and hard across the face. “How dare you?” I hissed. Dax’s eyes flashed deep crimson and he looked furious. “Why are you playing me and my son?” he growled, voice low and dangerous. My breath caught slightly and I frowned, confused.

Finally, he turned on me. "Why didn't you just admit it and let this go? Look at this mess. Now Paulene wants a divorce. What do you gain from that?" I didn't answer. Instead, I stepped forward and slapped him. "From today on, you're not my brother." Then I pulled the bank card from my mother's hand. "There probably isn't much left in here. Whatever's gone, consider it the last money I'll ever give you. From now on, whether this family falls apart or stays together, it has nothing to do with me."

“I wish I knew. My father’s decision to let the alliance with the mayor’s family die was a mistake. If we’d kept that relationship alive, we’d still have a line of communication. Now they’re expanding unchecked.” The fire popped, sending a brief cascade of sparks up the chimney. “If Bradly didn’t have his little shadow, Kern, he wouldn’t be so bold,” she muttered. “That mutt thinks he’s unstoppable as long as he’s got someone hyping him up.” Dedrick chuckled. “You could put him in his place any day, and you know it.” “Yeah,” she said absently. “I just wish I didn’t have to.”

I whispered, my voice hollow, empty. Hot tears spilled down my face before I could stop them, my chest tightening painfully as something deep inside me cracked open, raw and ugly and uncontrollable. My only family was gone again. “How…?” I choked, looking down at him like he might answer me if I stared hard enough. “How did this happen…?” There was no answer, just blood, too much blood, my hands clenched into fists and then.. rage took over me Pure explosive and blinding rage overcame me.

Uncertainty and mixed feelings consumed her as doubt crept in. The commotion soon spread like wildfire, echoing through the corridors of the villa. It didn’t take long for the noise to reach Alex’s ears. The moment he heard his wife’s frantic cries mixed with accusations of attempted rape, something snapped within him. Fury overtook every rational thought, and he stormed down the hallway with a thunderous roar, his eyes blazing with fury.

A wave of emotions washed over him—pain, anger, hatred, fear, and more—too complex to put into words. Enraged, he unleashed his fury upon the table, shattering objects in his path, even the window panes couldn't escaped his wrath. Who dared to commit such a crime? And what audacity to send it directly to him? Aiden seethed in silent fury. Inside the package lay a white sheet, adorned with a few boldly written words: "The game has just begun." Accompanying the cryptic message was the severed head of his beloved cousin, whom he had fought tooth and nail to protect. Aiden cherished his cousin, the sole remaining family from his deceased brother—a brother whose last wish he had failed to fulfill

I closed my eyes and tried breathing deeply, but it only worked briefly as Mackenzie talked her heart out, recounting most of her meetings with her stepmother in great detail. The same strange feeling erupted inside me for the second time, completely blocking me and Rip. The same enormous force struck me, with the force of lightning expanding painfully in my chest. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t bloodlust. It was the most intense, uncontrollable fury directed at two people who had just signed the most gruesome death warrant for themselves.

Fabrizio muttered, his eyes tracking his brother’s car as it pulled away, carrying the woman he couldn’t—despite all his efforts—tear from his heart. In the Mancini family’s sitting room, chaos reigned. Pillows flew, glasses shattered on the floor, and a side table had already buckled under the force of Antonella’s wrath. Her hair fell in wild disarray across her face, her eyes blazed like sharpened blades, and her ragged breaths betrayed the ferocity of every movement. Her fury didn’t wane; it swelled like a tempest refusing to relent, turning the room into the stage for her personal storm, where nothing seemed capable of withstanding her unraveling.

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.