Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

I lay on the bed dazed I couldn't come to grips with what was happening to me. Could man be so evil ? Gradually my misery was being replaced by an anger I never realized existed in me . I hated the sight of these two criminals who had violently taking away my freedom and subjected me to such violence . I wanted to fight back. I wanted to inflict upon them as much pain as possible but how could I do this ? I still have that fighting spirit I inherited from my mother. I picked up the pillow and held it against my chest and wept bitterly and silently the only sign of me weeping were the tears and my chest heaving up and down with the flow of my soul . I remember the object I had pushed under th

I don't want to fight anymore, I've had enough of violence, and I refuse to spill any more blood. Vincent clears his throat and brings me back to reality. "So, what's it going to be?" Is he that eager to find out if I'm going to keep killing his people or if I'm going to give up? I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and smile to myself. "I'll fight." The words escape my lips so eagerly, you'd think I'd been waiting for this moment my whole life. But I have a real plan that I'm going to follow this time. I just hope no one catches on before it's too late to back out of my decision.

the voice inside me said faintly. I closed my eyes. Power… Or myself. Control… Or freedom. Survival… Or truth. I inhaled slowly. Deeply. And then I made my choice. “I choose” Everything shook. The man moved instantly. “Stop her!” Pain exploded in my head. The voice screamed. The power surged wildly And then Everything went dark.

WHAT THE HELL " he woke up abruptly and looked towrds me . "ARE YOU CRAZY , HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND ." he said with anger and stood up from the bed . "No i haven,t i just woke you up "i said with calm tone "IS THIS IS HOW YOU WAKE PEOPLE UP . HA " he said while looking towrds me with anger. "yes no one do anything with love in here everything forced or extreme so i thought to wake you up with extreme method ." i said while looking at him with innocence . "what bullshit are you saying " he said while coming close to me but i didn,t moved away .

My whole system ignited like someone poured gasoline into my bloodstream. I was sober five minutes ago but now my brain was chanting... Do it. Do it. Do it. But I lifted my chin proudly, “You think I am scared...,” I sniffed. “Of your cock? Please.” His eyes went black. “A dangerous thing to say, little Violence.” I swallowed but it was too late, my mouth had committed treason. “Alright,” he said softly, brushing a thumb over my lips, “let’s go home. Now tell me…”

If they could not accept me, then they should learn to fear me. They did not need someone to tell them that I had just killed someone. Although I had a smile on my face, everything within me was screaming anger, bitterness, and frustration. My eyes heavy from unshed tears and screams. Immediately I got into my house. I walked towards my room and shut the door behind me. I walked towards my fake vision board that was filled with a doctor's dream. But I would never be a doctor. I would never be valuable. Guess that was why I chose to be an assassin since I could not save lives; I ended up taking lives.

I considered the couch for a moment but I figured it wouldn’t be comfortable for me. With no other options, I crept into bed with me, grabbing the sheets tightly. I locked my eyes and waited for sleep to arrive. It did arrive, though late. ** I was woken up by some sort of music my ears weren’t used to. It was really loud and the lyrics I was hearing sounded violent, it had a gangster vibe to it. I sat up, rubbed my eyes and even waited a bit for the noise-like music to be turned off. When my patience expired, I marched to turn it off. I had done that before Cael emerged from the kitchen, holding a knife.

Windle Pov... When I woke up naked in someone else's bed, I am totally mad and wants to kill anyone blocking my path. The first thing that comes to my mind is I'll be in a pornographic video. It boils my blood thinking of that! Since I am confused that day and frustrated, I didn't think of the CCTV footage of how I came there. Dad was right I become soft recently and I needed to be tough again.

I stared at him, ice-cold. "Are you seriously delusional? You made your choice. You chose Rainee. This is where your choices got you. If you're miserable and humiliated, good." I stepped closer and looked down at him. "When you shoved me off that cliff last time, did you ever think about how much I suffered?" At the word "cliff," Tristan went ghost-white. He finally got it. I remembered everything. And I'd been out for revenge from day one. "If I can't have a good life, neither can you! We'll die together!"

Pain flashes white-hot this time, but I ignore it. I grab the shooter by the collar and slam his face repeatedly into the wall until his skull caves enough to stop resisting. My breathing grows heavier, and my vision is sharper. Violence always makes the world simple to me. As I move, my father’s words replay in my head. Kill. Move. Destroy. Repeat. A body crashes into me from behind suddenly, and I hit the floor hard. The attacker tries pinning my arm, but I drive my head into his nose hard enough to break it instantly.