Too Angry To Die Mga Nobela at Kwento

I swear I can't take this lightly at all if you were in my own shoes you will understand, what I'm trying to say is that I can't be calm, I know it is completely irreversible and you cannot bring the Dead back to Life, i made a promise to myself that I will be taking them down one after the other, I will make sure they did not see the light of the day, they will be severely punished and would not have anywhere to run to, I would make sure they cry and cry and cry but no one would ever come to their rescue" Tanner spoke with so much anger and hatred, it seemed like the enemy's cup was full. "I don't know why you are so aggressive, you do not wanna listen to what anybody is saying, I have tol

I felt bitter, angry, and a strong sense of betrayal weighed down on me, before I finally gave up. I died on the spot. How pathetic.

•••SETH••• "After all the pain he caused me, I don't fucking care anymore I rather die in the explosion with all of you than let all you bastards live and keep ruining lives.. " "What's she going to do, bomb the place the bitch won't dare..." "Then let's die together..."

Maybe what I said awakened any old pain hidden deep inside her soul. What else to do, life is painful. Her tears made me more head-strong and my nervure tensed in rage. I know Joan is the one that put us all in such a dire situation. As the thought of Joan crossed my mind, my jaw tightened in anger. I would definitely not let anyone take Veronica away. Nor I would allow anyone to hurt my brother. And if anyone dares then he just has to do it over my dead body. I am *The Black Death*. I am already broken to the extent that nothing can break me anymore, nor even reach near my soul.

My anger boils over. I scream. “You are all already dead! You are too stupid to know it! Believing in my blood as your salvation is like believing that Jesus Christ will walk through that door and grant you an eternity. I might die tonight, but I won’t be alone long in hell because you all will soon follow me!”

And as much as I love them and want to look only at my friends, my eyes flick around, landing finally on Death, who looks at me with… With such fucking hatred in his eyes. Anger flares in me, true and deep, replacing my awe and my confusion and my panic. “There’s my girl,” Anton murmurs, stepping a bit behind me, his voice proud. I snarl at the God as the waves continue to recede. I bare my teeth, livid.

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

"As long as you return, Mom, Dad, and Luke will stop hitting me. They blame me every day, saying that it's my fault that you died and that I have to pay back what I owe you…" I couldn't believe they treated Yvonne so harshly because of me. My cold gaze fell on her, who had once been so glamorous. "Miss, you've got the wrong person." Why was this happening now? In my past life, I kept tolerating them until they drove me to my grave—yet they dismissed it without a second thought. So this time, I orchestrated my death and left of my own accord. But now, they were scrambling to find me. How ironic.

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

Could they know that her first boyfriend died in a car crash, her second jumped off a building, and her third twisted his ankle on a crosswalk, only to get hit by a car and fly 60 feet? Someone in the crowd burst out laughing. Only Aleena, fuming with rage, shot me a death glare before slapping me.