Wrathful Novels & Stories

My insides were burning with a passion to kill, a savage rage that needs to be released. Without warning, I came up to the f*cker not giving a f*ck if he was asleep and defenseless. Neither did I look at the woman beside him, afraid to see what'd be written in her eyes if they will shoot open to me. Nothing I did next make sense to me anymore. I thrashed the f*cker's head and violently slammed his body off the floor creating a loud thud. It made his eyes flutter wide open in shock and disorientation but not a thing I care about. My anger and betrayal fueled me enough to draw blood. I threw blow-by-blow punches one after another on his face, kick after kicks not giving him a chance to lift a

Gusto niyang magwala upang ilabas ang sakit at sama ng loob niya subalit hindi niya gustong madamay at masira ang gabi ng mga kaibigan lalo pa’t matagal din niyang hindi nakasama ang mga ito. He clenched his teeth and fisted his hands in rage as he drunk the remaining beer on his bottle. Hindi siya makakapayag na maagaw sa kanya ni Petter ang babaeng mahal niya. He'll kill that moron! For Christ sake! No way! “Fuck!” He hissed in wrath as he remembered Thalia together with Petter.

"Ready for my revenge, b*tch!" Nanlaki ang mata ko. Oh oh! You got her really mad, b*tch! Ready to face my bestfriend's wrath, Bharra. Cuz you are now dead!

Ang alam ko ay malalapit na kaibigan lang ni Wregan ang tinatawag niyang ganyan, at kabilang doon si Enver at Luca. "Right. You haven't formally met yet.” Lumapit siya sa akin. "He is Gregory Zahed, like me, Luca, and Enver, Gregory is one of the founders of the Seven Sins. I am not sure if I mentioned this to you, but in the Underground Society, I was called WRATH, a combination of the first two letters of my first name and the second to last letter of my last name. The same goes for Luca, who is known as LUST, Enver as ENVY, and Gregory as GREED. There are three more guys you haven't formally met: SLOTH, GLUTTONY, and PRIDE," mahabang paliwanag ni Wregan.

"At bakit ako ang kailangan protektahan? Hindi ako mahina at maslalong hindi ako ang reyna!" Mariing napa pikit si Leora. Habang ako ay mabigat ang bawat paghinga dahil sa galit na pagsasalita kanina. Ngayon lang ako nagalit na ganito, I am not usually get mad easily, but this is new to me. The feeling of anger is like an overflowing wind wanting to burst. "You don't understand —"

Napapatingala pa ito sa sarap. Lalo nitong binilisan ang paggalaw kaya umalog ang dibdib niya. Rinig din ang langitngit ng tunog ng kama sa ginagawa nitong pagbayo sa kanya. Kahit naka-aircon ay tumutulo ang pawis nito galing sa maskuladong katawan na halos mapuno ng tattoo. "Fuck you, my bitch! I swear, I'll kill you after this!" He growled.

Maybe she can't stand the face of the person who left her. Gusto kong saktan niya ako. Gusto kong sampalin niya ako nang maraming beses. Sipain o suntokin. I want to feel her rage and see the satisfaction in her eyes. To make me feel every ounce of the pain I've caused her. To let her wrath carve through me like a knife. I want her to take everything out on me Gusto kong malaman niya na kahit ano pa man ang ibigay niya sa akin ay tatanggapin ko. Dahil kasalanan ko kung bakit siya nagkakaganito.

dinig kong sabi niya. Dahil doon ay masama akong tumingin sa kanya. "Wala kang awa, Ashton. Kapag itinuloy mo ito, hinding-hindi talaga kita mapapatawad!" "Fuck your forgiveness! Kung meron mang walang-awa rito, ikaw iyon, Cleonne. You're a killer!"

Naaawa ako sa hitsura ng matanda habang nakikipag-usap sa magaling kong asawa na walang ginawa kundi ang magalit sa lahat He is always grumpy. Napahawak sa noo si Daxton at naiinis na nanahimik. "Next time ayaw ko nang maulit ang ganito. Not because I am not here for months you can be this stupid!" sabi niya at panay ang paghingi ng matanda ng sorry na parang wala nang katapusan. Nang-iinit ang ulo ko kay Daxton dahil hindi man lang niya binigyan ng konsiderasyon ang matanda.

"Ryu, listen. Kung may alam ka, you can tell me---" Natigilan ako nang galit niyang sinalubong ang mga mata ko. The raging fire of anger was visible in his dark hooded brown eyes. Screaming its power, boldness, authority and mercilessly. I took a back with my knees trembling, as my heart started to beat fast and loud, and as the salted-air attacked my body.