Novel & Cerita Too Angry To Die

"It will not." I do not look at Domenico. I keep my eyes on Don Tobia and I feel my jaw set the way it sets when someone is spending me, a tightening at the hinge that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the particular rage of being listed on a balance sheet I never signed.

I spat with resentment. "Well, at least he's dead. You need to look up and face reality, not cling to some dead guy," he retorted, anger flaring up within me. "How dare you?" I fumed. "How dare you call my friend dead?" I asked, my voice filled with rage. "Yeah, because that's what he is. He's dead," he spat back at me, fueling my anger even more. I lunged towards him, ready to confront him, but Marcus and Dove swiftly restrained me.

nothing. I died.

Anger, hot pure anger brimmed my chest as I marched forward, "You killed him!" I balled my hands into fists and I hit him. I hit his chest with everything I had in me. My little figure would cause him no harm, it wouldn't hurt him - but I was angry, I was furious and I wanted him to feel at least one bit of the pain i was feeling, the one that wrapped itself around my lung, leaving no gap for oxygen to pass through. "You killed him! I hate you. I don't wanna live with you!" Another hit. Another. Another.

My blood boils in rage as I spot a fucking dead man unbuckling his belt and trying to penetrate my girl. [Po!!!]

I am sure she was reasoning what they were saying to her. Yeah. That will be her sad reality. She will definitely die within a day next week. Just like my other mates. "I know I will die. I am not even living right now. If I could die, I would be so glad to end it. T for Thanks. You can mind your business now right?" The sassy girls felt so irritated and walked away angrily. Smiles erupted from my cheeks unconsciously. Obviously, Anita wasn't as weak as I thought she would be.

She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own. The crash left her in constant pain. It was so unbearable that she wished for death.

Watching his complete disregard and disrespect for my mother, my family or even me made me beyond angry. If I could right now, I would sell my soul to the devil to wipe every last one of these sons of bitches off the face of the earth. This sick twisted fuck is going to die, I will kill him tonight or die trying, I thought to myself as I felt the burning inside me get even hotter.

Anger and rage welled up inside me… I was in front of her in a flash, plunging my clawed hand into her chest and ripping her heart out. A loud growl vibrated out of my chest, shaking the windows. I coiled my hand, squashing the bloody heart in my hand and tossing it aside. A chill ran down my spine… my anger sated as I looked down at the Omega who died with her eyes wide open. The sound of a heart racing as fast as a speed train reached my ears. I turned and faced the delta before me. He was trembling and I think he had pissed his pants. Pathetic.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.