Too Angry To Die Novels & Stories

"I said, you had good intentions with your resilience training—" "To hell with that fucking resilience training!" Dad suddenly roared at him like an angry wolf. He grabbed at the white chrysanthemum and slammed it right in the tycoon's greasy face. Then, he turned and charged toward the cameras that had been set up nearby and kicked the tripods to the ground with loud crashes. He acted like a madman. "Stop filming and get the fuck out of here! Fuck off, all of you!"

The curse wrapped around my heart like a snake, tightening and tightening. In that moment I really thought I was going to die. I lay there, my face against the cold cement, with only one thought in my head. It's better that he's gone. He's gone, so he won't have to watch me die. Somehow I came back to life after that. Maybe the curse decided it wasn't done playing with me. I braced against the bookshelf and stood. In the mirror, my face was white as paper, my forehead all blood. I rinsed it with water and stuck a bandage on it.

The fire died, my hands were raw, and she still said it wasn't right. Draven called it Atonement for Rosa's pain. Now Rosa was back, Marco belonged to her, and The System had finally opened the last door. Death. Draven snapped his fingers. Two button men hauled me up by my arms, my toes barely touching the concrete. His eyes flicked to the gun lying across the concrete, a mocking smirk tugging at his mouth. "That desperate for attention? Practicing your grand finale? Shame no one was here to watch your little show in this shithole."

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

Her voice quivered as she continued, "I know it's cruel of me to seek revenge, but I just can't bear the years of bullying from Nicole anymore. If I don't fight back now, who knows what she'll do to me in the future?" She pulled another document from the drawer—a medical report. "The doctor says my depression has worsened. If I continue to live under this constant pressure, always feeling persecuted, I might end up committing suicide." Her voice cracked, and she collapsed into Dad's arms again, sobbing uncontrollably. "Ethan, I don't want to die, but I can't control myself anymore. Please, I'm begging you, let me die once to get my revenge, okay?" I watched the scene unfold, my eyes widening

Heather and her friends stand at the mouth of the alley. I straighten up. They have the only exit completely blocked; the other side of the alley ends at a wall. Which means I'm trapped. My hands curl into fists, and that familiar rage builds in my chest and spreads through my limbs. My nerves shake and rattle. I'm losing control again. Except this time is different. Heather has gone too far, and I've snapped. Which is why when the inner beast takes hold, I don't push it away. Instead, I welcome it.

“Tsss tssskkk.. Kal… Anger will get you nowhere my child.” “ANGER HAS GOTTEN ME EVERYWHERE MOTHER!!!! Besides, what other methods should you like me to employ????? Have tea???TRUST YOU????? YOU of all people??? You – you LET HER DIE!!!!!! You let them torture her!!!!!!!!!!!You let them KILL HER!!!!” he screamed causing a minor earthquake and at this point few of my house columns are starting to break.

Thank the Goddess for my quick reflexes; I got us into our lane before anyone died. 'Stop these idiots before we die,' Slade growls, talking to me for the first time in weeks. I can feel the anger rise in my gut. A fire starts in the pit of my stomach, slowly boiling my insides until it explodes through my aura, my eyes shifting to black from the rage.

Too tightly. God damn.