Anger Stories

"Once, we were a home. Now, we're just memories trying not to hurt." When love turns into distance and care becomes pain... can broken bonds ever be fixed? Or are some relationships meant to bleed forever? A story of love, guilt, separation, and the pain of unspoken emotions.

Trust is a weapon, betrayal the price. Pearl and Travis, locked in a battle of wills, once more. In a world where loyalty is currency and treachery the cost, who will truly wield the power? A broken bond, tested by deception-who will stand, and who will fall?" ➯ "I was running from danger. Kidnapping me, Travis? Very classic," I spat, rage curling hot in my chest. My fingers found the vase beside me - smooth, cold, heavy - and I didn't hesitate. I swung hard. He ducked just in time, but not fast enough. The glass sliced across his cheek, a ribbon of red blooming below his eye. He didn't even flinch. "You were covered in blood," he growled, voice cracking at the edge. "You died." "And you expect me to believe you saved me?!" I screamed, grabbing the nearest box and hurling it at him. It crashed into his shoulder with a dull thud, and this time - he stopped. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable, a storm swelling beneath silver. Blood welled slowly beneath the cut, trailing down his face like a single crimson tear. I stood there panting, chest heaving, the next object clenched in my fist like it was the only thing tethering me to control. If he took one more step, I'd throw it. I swore I would. Then - his voice came, low, almost a whisper. Not to me. Not really. "How do you... always seem to unravel everything?" "Get lost, Travis!" "You're in danger" he said breathlessly, raking his hand through his hair. "And when was your help ever needed?!" "You do not know what you're doing!" He yelled. "I guess things never change. We will always be screaming at each other's face but you wanna know the difference... I do not give a fuck about you, Travis!" He let out a breath, raking his hair. "Is your empire slipping? It's all crumbling, right? But guess what...this is just the fucking beginning!" He turned away, his hands still in his hair. "Your little charade, doesn't change shit! You should have let me die!" "I should have"

Aviraj × Gauri❤️ "chali jao yha se aj ke baad mere samne mt aana" ............ "Gulabo, Please mujhe chhor kr mt jao"💖 Aviraj Raghuvanshi The elder Raghuvanshi brother. Cold, calculative, grumpy, and fiercely protective. He gets angry easily, keeps his emotions hidden, and has built walls around his heart. To the world, he is intimidating-but for his family, he would do anything. Gauri Sharma A village girl with a heart full of sunshine. Kind, innocent, and selfless, she always puts others before herself despite facing countless hardships in her own life. She believes that love and kindness can heal even the deepest wounds. Aryaveer × Mehar😍 "Maine kaha na mujhse dur rho" ................ "Butterfly, I don't want a life without you" 🫶 Aryaveer Raghuvanshi The younger Raghuvanshi brother. Quiet, arrogant, and impossible to read. He speaks very little and prefers silence over unnecessary words. Unlike Aviraj, he rarely gets angry, but once he does, no one can calm him down. Meher Singh An orphan who grew up without the warmth of a family, yet never lost her smile. She sees the good in everyone and spreads happiness wherever she goes. But when it comes to her self-respect, she never bows down to anyone. --- Two brothers. Two sunshine girls. Four hearts destined to change each other's lives. Will Aviraj and Gauri find love beyond their differences? Will Aryaveer and Meher become each other's safe place? Can these four overcome every hardship, heal each other's broken hearts, and build a family filled with love?

In this book will be a bunch of poetry that is based on what I am feeling and how I am feeling. Along with what comes from my heart. Hopefully everyone likes the poetry that I write. There will be a bunch of dark poems, love poems, family poems and animal poems. Hope you enjoy the poetry. 🖤🖤

Ricky grieves and fucks up everything. Angst.

"Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain-none of them come free. The Sorrow Lies ( Under Completing)

ku biyo Ramlah da nabil cikin rayuwar aure. nabil na miji ne me kishi sosai amma me ze faru idan kishin ya wuce misali.

In a realm where tradition binds women to domesticity, Laura dares to defy convention. Trained by her grandmother, Grandma Bailey, in the art of combat and manipulation, Laura seeks to become a legendary knight. What no female had dared to become. With unwavering determination, using her wit and charm to outmaneuver her opponents. As Laura navigates treacherous castle politics and battles against mysterious attacks, she faces unexpected competition from Prince Andreas, the Legion's finest. But as they join forces to uncover the truth, Andreas awakens a hidden vulnerability within Laura, challenging her to confront the scars of her past. Will Laura's unyielding ambition and cunning strategies secure her place among the knights, or will her thirst for power consume her? Dive into the world of Knightress, where tradition and innovation collide, and discover a heroine who will stop at nothing to forge her own destiny. Genre: Fiction, Adventure Key Themes: Empowerment, Self-Discovery, Redemption, Social Change ~ Weekly Updates ~

This is a collection of dreams, memories and emotions. They are words brought up from the deep locked gates of my soul and moulded in words then shaped into poems. Written down during nights when I can't sleep, or at Midnight when I wake with a poem in my mind....♥️

"I fell first...But he fell harder!" A true love born between two hearts that once treated love as a joke. He fell in love first... but he became obsessed. In the end, it turned into an unbreakable bond,a bond of souls. And through the witness of a murder, a bitter past begins to unravel, revealing long-buried secrets and truths that were never meant to surface. මිනීමැරුමක සාක්ශි තුලින් හමු වුන කටුක අතීතෙක කම්පිත හෙලිදරව්වක්! ආත්ම බන්ධනයකින් ඇතුවුන අමුතුම ආදරයක්... ප්‍රභූ | PRABHU : The tragedy of ROYAL LOVE ! හස්‍යXජානු #royal #bl #powerbottom #arranged-marriage #luxury

Matilda Russell, the younger sister of George Russell. The only one who Max Verstappen truly loves.

Raya Corti's story continues... The truth is out, but not every secret has been uncovered. After finally finding a place she never expected to call home, Raya is forced into a war that grows more dangerous by the day. The Italians are closing in, loyalties are tested, and the Corti family will stop at nothing to protect their own. But Raya has secrets capable of changing everything. As the lines between family, loyalty, and survival begin to blur, one wrong move could destroy the fragile trust she's built-or expose the assassin she's spent months hiding. In a world where every choice has a price, Raya is about to learn that some wars aren't won with bullets alone.

YOU ARE MY PRECIOUS DIAMOND 💎

My name is James Howlett and I am the son of the wolverine aka Logan Howlett, but my whole life wasn't spent with the X-men or at some pretty awesome school. No I've spent my life in one hydra base after another never knowing that I was The Wolverines son. Will James escape his prison? Will James find his father? Or will he forever not know where he comes from?

Kim Taehyung is a CEO full of arrogance. He is the typical image of a rich lad who believes he can buy anything and anyone with his money. People bow before his power, but he bows only before his father, Kim Jihwan, a 64 year old man who became completely paralyzed after years of illness. Jeon Jungkook is a self-made surgeon and physiotherapist. At just 25 years old, he has been an orphan since the moment he opened his eyes to this world. All he has ever known is the harshness of life and the cruelty of people, having no one to protect him throughout his childhood. To survive, he built himself into a cold and rude person, hiding the innocent child inside him that people destroyed with their venomous words. Taehyung is the definition of arrogance, but Jungkook is no less stubborn. Taehyung wants everyone to bow before his power, while Jungkook couldn't care less about wealth. He gives respect only to those who truly deserve it. Two similar personalities collide because of circumstances, and slowly, their hearts begin to open to each other even when neither of them is ready to accept it. Taekook FF Top Taehyung 🐯 | ⛓️ Bottom Jungkook 🐰 | 🖇️ If this story seems similar to any existing work, it is purely coincidental. The characters presented in this story have nothing to do with their real lives. Credit for any images or artwork used goes to their respective owners.

"You can run, you can hide, you can scream, you can cry, but in the end...NOTHING stops the inevitability of Death." Hel, the Norse Goddess of Death is faced with Impossible tasks and must decide what is more important - the realm she had been ruling for decades, or her family.

These poems are little pieces of feelings poured onto paper-love, sadness, hope, memories, loneliness, joy, and everything in between. Each poem holds a different emotion, a different thought, or a moment that words sometimes struggle to explain. Read them slowly, feel them deeply, and perhaps, somewhere between the lines, you may find a little piece of yourself.

He pinned me to the wall, anger radiating off him in waves as he pressed himself impossible close, his hot breath fanning my neck with the heat of his fury. I gritted my teeth, my anger bubbling to the surface at being manhandled, pinned, defenseless "get off m-" "You don't get to have your way today" He practically growled, cutting me off. "How does it feel to be treated unfairly for once, how does it feel to be on the receiving end of someone else's mercy" I glowered at him "I said get off me, you piece of shit" "why should I" he rumbled lowly "when your victims, which are all weaker than you by the way, tell you to stop you don't, why should I afford you that mercy?" "Then don't" I seethed, clamping my feet down hard onto his shoe, he jumped back with a startled hiss and I used that opportunity to swing my fist at him, causing him to completely release his hold on me, freeing me from his grip as he stepped back swiftly to avoid my attack which had been reared right at his head. I stepped up towards him confidently "lets do this shall we, I don't give a shit about talking to you anyway, if you wanna talk lets do it with your fists" A wide confident smirk spread across his disgustingly attractive face before he chuckled, "I have no interest in fighting someone injured" I smirked "afraid you'd lose" "No" he rebutted, snickering "I'm afraid to be the one to ruin the one good shoulder you have" My smile dropped instantly, being replace with a deep dark glower. We'll see about that ............ AND THE JOURNY CONTINUES, HAVE FUN READING This is gay meaning boy on boy, men on men romantic relationships, if that's not your thing look else where, if you are curious feel free to read, just be kind. And as always, take it easy on yourself, whatever good hobby of interest you have, something that makes you feel joyful here and now, do it for you Copyrighted Material. All Right Reserved

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.

After Nova's loss of her mother, she is unwillingly thrown back into senior year while navigating a complicated world of repressed anger, grief, guilt, drugs and obsession. When she meets Harry, who is held back a year under mysterious circumstances, Nova becomes captivated by the synchronicities that begin to appear in her universe and the rush of an unfamiliar and mourned sense of joy.