Wrath Subaru Novels & Stories

"I'm so jealous of Isabella… Vince, you even throw parties for her. When will I get something like that too?" Through the narrow crack in the door, I saw Vince's face shift, his expression turning cold as he gripped Sophia's chin. "As long as you don't stir things up in front of Isabella, I'll give you anything you want. Anything—except a title." Sophia pouted. "I want that pigeon-blood ruby necklace Isabella always wears. Please…" He smiled and nodded. "Just don't be stupid and show up in front of her. Whatever she has, you'll have too."

There's no love between us. "Let's go to the church," I command. The driver just nodded his head. He started to open the engine and drove the car through the church slowly as if he was taking care of me. "Do you think this marraige will work?" I asked the driver. I feel bored, so I want this driver to entertain me. "If you love the person, Ma'am. Your marraige will work," He replied. If I love the person? I chuckled a little bit.

he pointed at the car beside them and handed her the keys. Staring at the Subaru WRX STI Cassandra's eye stung, she wasn't a fan of fast cars and the car looked ugly to her. Blinking away her tears and smiling she said, "it's, it's fine, I will thank Mr. Storm when I see him again."

he bellowed, a twisted smirk adorning his face. Aurora's eyebrows shot up in fear as she locked her gaze with Jericho's piercing eyes. The realization of the impending torture sent shivers down her spine, knowing the deep hatred the two brothers held towards her. Despite her training to remain unyielding, Jericho had managed to break through her defenses. She could only imagine the excruciating pain that awaited her at the hands of the king, now that she had learned her death had been postponed.

he smiled at Austin, and I waved goodbye at him and roman. Once we got home, I asked him about our car. "So, what happened to our car, dad?" "I sold the car. We don't really need that, so I bought a motorcycle." "Be honest to me, dad. Why did you sell the car?" I looked at him and waited for him to answer me. "Cara, your mom needs money because the person she owes the money has been harassing us," he said, looking so frustrated. "But it's all okay now? We paid off our debt, right?" I asked. I can't help to worry about my parents.

"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack. "Yo bro," I grinned back. "What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated. "That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?" "Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."

“I will come back and make you taste my own wrath,” itsclarixass

Zak dumped three into a charger’s chest; it stumbled, then got back up. “WHERE ARE WE GOING?” Zak bellowed over gunfire. Jake saw it—an electric-blue Subaru W.R.X., mostly intact, wedged between two fire-gutted SUVs. “This way!” He hit the door. Locked. He smashed the window with the YK8’s butt. Glass burst. In, blade to the column, twist. The engine coughed—caught—roared. Zak stared as locks popped. “What the hell?” Tara dove into the back. Zak slid shotgun. “Where’d you learn that?”

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

you are just a child! The response to that was so shocking that I nearly fell off: ‘You don’t need numbers when you have the courage to confront your enemy. I will take care of them right here and now! Well, it takes a lot for me to lose my temper, but after this mess, I’ve reached my boiling point. I AM SUBARU, THE BLADE OF OSAKA! AND I AM GOING TO UNLEASH MY RAGE AND KILL THEM ALL... AND LIVE UPTO MY NAME!’