Wrath A Novel Victoria Christopher Murray Novels & Stories

One day soon, I will find that guard, and I will be the last person he will see before I will kill him, ripping him apart, limp by limp. I don’t care that Zara isn’t a virgin. I have always thought that the whole “save yourself for your mate" is a bit too much and think it’s wrong it is only the she-wolves, but it makes me furious to know it was never, not once, her choice. No girl should ever have that choice taken away from them. Thank God she never got pregnant from his sexual abuse. Not that it would change my feelings, but for her sake, I am happy she didn’t have to bare the burden of having her abuser's baby. I go straight to the punching bags and go the work on hitting and kicking one

Mara sucked the blood that was coming out of her lips because she bit it hard enough to make it bleed and it somehow calmed her down. Just when she was about to get off her bed, someone kicked which threw her from her bed to the balcony. The spell of time surrounding her came undone and when she opened her eyes to lash out to whoever kicked her, her bloodlust decreased as she stares at the furious demon in front of her. Wrath's wings are flaming black and purple while he's holding a sword made of dark energy and electricity. Without a word, Wrath swung his sword with a goal to at least chop off a finger.

I turned around to find Victor standing there. I corrected, “The Goddess does not make mistakes. Maybe you should take a look at yourself to find out why you have not received a mate. If you figure it out, then you could change. I am not the only omega on earth.” Victor shrugged, “Or I could just steal you from my brother.” I shrugged, “Sorry. Not happening. I show him my mark, “Already marked and mated. I am already head over heels for your brother. There is no way you could tear me from him.” He shrugged, “No matter. I will figure it out.” I started to walk past him and he grabbed my wrist. I tried to twist my wrist out of his hand to no avail. I grabbed his arm with my free hand and turne

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

Chapter 44 “Let's divorce, Elijah. I want a divorce,” When I married Elijah, I accepted my fate. I know that it would be tough and cruel—so far from the marriage that other people have. I don't even know if I should consider ourselves as couples when everything is complicated. We didn't marry each other out of love. Elijah married me out of his wrath. I became a martyr from the beginning of this marriage with a strong hope of mine that Elijah's wrath will melt down in exchange of love and this marriage will actually work out.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

Thrice. He balks, and his grip loosens. Seizing the opportunity, I thrust my knee up, hitting him in the gut. Adrenaline ceases my body, setting fire to my blood. Before he can recover, I pull him by his hoodie and swing my fist in a punch. He catches it with his palm, shoves my hand out of the way, and headbutts me. His forehead connects with mine with a slam, and my world shifts for a second. Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes.

Whether Marcus liked it or not, I wasn't ready to surrender. Blood spattered across the silk wallpaper. Glass shattered under our thrashing bodies. Marcus bit down on my shoulder and I howled, twisting to rake my claws across his face. We were destroying each other and the room at the same time. Then the door exploded inward with a deafening crash. Victoria stood in the doorway with a dozen wolves surrounding her, none of them wearing Marcus's pack colors. These were outsiders, allies she had somehow rallied. "Let her go, brother," Victoria commanded,

Her breath hitched as his fingers tightened. “You have no right to question me,” he hissed. “I’ll do whatever I must for this family. For this mafia. And if that means giving you up—” he leaned in, voice dropping to a deadly whisper, “I won’t hesitate.” “Ti odio fottutamente (I fucking hate you),” Arabelle choked out, and spit in his face. “You little bitch.” Vittorio snapped. He flung her to the ground with brutal force. Pain shot through her spine when she hit the cold marble. She gasped, clutching the floor as he towered above her, breathing hard.

CHASE My hands ache where the ropes cut into my wrists. The marble beneath me is cold, and the city lights blur beyond the glass — and inside me, there's one fiery thing: fury. It tastes like copper, regret, and a hundred promises I doubt I can keep. Victoria sits across from me with that broken, fierce look that has always made me want to fix the world for her.