Wrath Of My Madness Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was refreshing to witness the cold bastard lose his composure because of a woman. "Am I not good enough for her? I fucking approached her going out of my way and she had the audacity to tell me that she was going to sue me for sexual harassment." Raphael banged his fist at the table startling both Aidan and Lucas. Lucas placed a hand over his heart. "As if that woman's verbal attack wasn't enough now you are scaring my poor heart too. My heart and I can't handle his drunk ass and his crazy woman on the same day." Lucas groaned.

I watch my brother in arms lift his head; his eyes are now dilated, and red veins pop out at the corner. His mouth filled with white foam. He's growling and angry. "Myles...snap out of it." My voice couldn't reach him. The drug has made him a rabid madman. Before I call out his name again, he hopes he understands what he's about to do. Myles launches himself at me, but I dodge by rolling away. He wailed and made some grunting noises as he continued to attack me.

The hooded man ground his teeth together, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. Rage surged through his veins like a tidal wave, overpowering reason and logic. The room became too small, too confining for his fury. With a sharp kick, he sent a chair crashing against the wall, splintering it into pieces. His howl of frustration reverberated through the empty hall, madness and malice echoing in the eerie silence.

mad? "YOU FUCKER!" Something blows my jaw again. It's hard enough to rattle my brain and put things into places. Oh, fuck. I thought I said all of that in my head. And then everything goes dark. ****

She should not be seeing this. Without thinking, I yelled, "I am Preston Whitmore's employer! I'm the CEO of Harlan Group!"

If everyone in the cartel saw me now, they'd be happy that at last the man who had no heart apparently had one. So I dedicated my energy to something much more productive or, rather, to something I had been considering for a while. There are times when the beast becomes so noisy, I have no choice but to let it and its demonic minions out to play. Sometimes, just disrupting other people's lives is enough. Other times, it is not enough and there must be an act of anarchy. Perhaps arson here, vandalism there, and burying the seeds of chaos everywhere. At this moment, however, my beast is not in the mood for petty crime. It's not about satisfying its urges and sending it back into hibernation.

APRIL'S POV A savage growl ripped through the space in my mind coming from Raya. “YES!!! FINALLY A FIGHT!!” The sound alone from Raya’s growl was enough to shake the entire space inside my mind. Inside my head was like a whole empty world entirely containing five wolves and they weren't the quiet type. They were the Chaotic type. One could say I was going mad in a kind of way. Because there was no fucking way this was normal.

Soon, I'll publish his offspring's story, which would be darker, of course. But guys, I don't want to do it now. Actually, I believe writing isn't what you do in a hurry and by doing that, I don't want to ruin the story, so you've to wait and I promise, I'll give you something better than Madness. For that, just remember my penname, Mastaani. You'll find the second book of Da'ud's family soon. Thank you for giving your time, Stay blessed and stay happy, and untill Da'ud's next book, give a chance to my another book, ‘Loving You Is A Risky Game’. It's a werewolf and vampire romance and I believe you'll like it. Love you, xoxo;)

Rage came fast and unfiltered, like a defense mechanism forged in a house where love had always come with bruises. So he chose a world where violence was honest, where power was currency and fear was respected. The underworld did not ask him to heal, it asked him to be ruthless. And he was. He was efficient, detached, and untouchable. Women were never a temptation to him. Never a thought. His hatred and his discipline ran too deep for desire to find a foothold. He kept his distance, his rules rigid, and his life controlled down to the smallest detail. Until now.

But I'm not gonna stand here doing noting. "If anything happens to mate just know you're a mad man ,I'm not gonna stop until i drive you crazy and out of your mind" my wolf says at the back of my head ,pacing around in anger ,I know there's no way he can forgive me for all I've done to him neglecting him and now killing his mate "I'm already a mad man ,can't you see that ,you can't drive me any crazy than I already am" .