Angst Fanfic Novels & Stories

“How sure are you? He sounds like he has already thought about me in that manner, he was fanboying hard when I answered the call,I don’t think you know him very well, boys like him kneel down infront of me and sing with my cock” Angela stood up and slammed her hands hard on the table in rage. “Ughhh! I hate you! You are disgusting!” “Tell me something I don't know”. He tilted his head to the other side.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

Fucking twenty minutes! “I can take control and show my Angel some fun, Grant. But I will ruin her for you. Once she feels how good I am when I am the one piloting your body, she will only cry for Daddy-o Stormy. She will howl for me, babe!” Stormy barked in my mind, forcing his stirred ears and font tail into my attention. At least his nonsense could be a distraction for the hardest twenty minutes of my life. My gaze darted back to Angeline’s and having her tongue trailing those raw lips was my undoing. Elongating my nails into claws, I ripped her shirt and bra off.

Angel started to laugh at the outrageous scenario. Bastien stared at her. “I-I’m sorry. It’s what I do when—when the shit hits the fan. When the world turns upside down!” She shrugged and let out another long laugh. “I laugh!” She barely got out the words. “I mean—I have been living with the man who was married to my mother all while…” Her voice trailed away. All while I’ve lusted after him. Fantasized about him, longed to… Grasping the black silk in both hands, she raised her dress as she took off into a run to her bedroom.

she faked sob, patting her chest. "Awwwww Bell," Angelina cooed, giving her a side hug. "I need that" She sniffled, "The final project is fucking taking a toll on my brain like a jigsaw and it's finishing me. I need a long fucking, a hard and rough fucking which could burn off the frustrations hell out of me". Angelina's face widened as she choked on her spill and cleared her throat, "Ewwww," Angelina made a disgusted face, shaking her head. Her friend didn't have a filter or shame.

They got the hint, but still could not make a definite conclusion. “I was amazed by the time I had smelled the scent of their blood especially the girl with a stab on her side.” Alpha Lachlan curses in the wind as he listens to Angelo. What else, of course, is giving them trouble these days. Angelo on the other hand, is enjoying narrating of what he thought is going to be the start of his dreams' fulfillment. He could almost enjoy it, but he kept scratching and scratching his skin to the point it peels off his muscles.

They were ready to unleash their vengeance upon the man who had provoked their leader's wrath. As they made their way to the charity event, Jared felt a rush of emotions coursing through him. The weight of responsibility, the desire for vengeance, and the thrill of the impending confrontation mingled within him, creating a potent concoction of determination. Upon reaching the venue, the Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan dispersed, blending into the shadows and darkness of the night. Jared, Ian, and Scott slipped into the crowd, their identities masked by skillful disguises. The tension in the air was palpable, but they maintained their composure, like predators patiently stalking their prey.

Angelo continued. “Anyway, let’s put that behind, it’s all in the past,” he loosely said, yawning. “Sure, I don’t mind,” I said, also yawning loudly. Fuck anything that had to do with Tania. I was not interested and definitely wasn’t going to envy a dead girl. As I moved to stand up, I slipped. Angelo reflexly held me so I wouldn’t fall down. I thanked my stars I didn’t fall down. Yet, I wasn’t prepared for what came next…

I whispered into his ear. "Who are these people Angela??" Angelo whispered back. "I'll tell you later" I told him, pulling away from our hug. He nodded and I could still see the worry in his eyes. I gave him a reassuring smile and turned around to leave. I walked to the front door with Lorenz following close behind me, he grabbed me by my forearm and dragged me outside to his car. Opening the backseat door, he shoved me inside before getting in after me and opened a newspaper to read while we waited for the traitor Arthur and evil Shane to join us.

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.