Angst Fanfic Novels & Stories

Angel screamed and ran to her room. ECHO CLUBHOUSE** Angel was busy dancing in front of Christian,Ryan brought Christian as usual and again they are stuck with each other. "This is so fun!!" Angel screamed,whining her waist along with the beat of the song. Christian smiled like a proud boyfriend,his eyes not leaving her body for once. Each time he catch any guy staring at her,he would touch her as if to tell them to back off. Angel stopped and breathe out tiredly,she was still smiling.

DANZEL POV: The tension in my body drained when I saw her laughing along with the others. My dear Angelina, she was the light of my life. Before I met her, my life was in darkness, and after she was gone, it returned to the deep darkness. My mind drifted back to the time when she had a panic attack on the doorstep of her apartment. I had come by to leave the orchids when I saw her on the floor, her hands clutched over her chest and her eyes shut tightly. Immediately, I knew she was having a panic attack. I wasn't an expert, but I knew very well how to bring her back. I called out to her, told her to stay awake, and instantly she snapped her eyes open. My heart clenched when I stared into tho

‘Damn it!’Angel thought as he watched her turn her back to him and strode away. He clenched his jaw to keep from snarling He knew why she had gotten that way but he didn’t give a damn! He felt it was quite arrogant of her to expect him to just blindly give in to her because they enjoyed fucking each other?! A voice inside him reminded him it was much more than that and he was in fucking denial but he stomp it, allowing his irrational anger and irritation to win. Feeling utterly possessive, the thought that she belonged to him was making him illogical.

Moira objected vehemently. “Oh, that’s what you’re trying to say? Come on, I don’t have time for your nonsense either, missy. Girls like you.. bitchy girls like you… are just full of crap and I certainly don’t need them in my busy life, either. So don’t worry, I’ll certainly not be having any steamy dreams about you anytime soon, honey.” Angelo deliberately said it in an insulting manner.

Not caring about her feelings, without pity, my fingers pushed inside her slit, pulling and pushing, moving faster inside her that I could see Angela out of breath as she cried in pleasure. Her fingers dug into my skin, and she opened her eyes to look at me. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but I hated her so much that I didn’t care and just wanted her to feel my anger. I lifted her legs and wrapped them around my hips. “T-Tell me what’s on…” She gasped when my shaft thrust into her core. “What’s on your mind, Sky,” Her mouth opened, sucking for air. “You.” I pulled out slowly but pushed inside again, causing her to moan. “Angela.”

One tradition is no crossing of the species of wolf and fang. Chapter one: Runaways “Mom, please talk to me about this?!” Angelica begged her mother. Angelica followed her mother up the stairs as she walked away. “The answer is no.” Her mother answered, putting her foot down. “You are not ready, and my answer is final.” Her mother's pale blue eyes pierced into Angelica's green eyes as if to say drop it. “I’m eighteen, mom. I cannot stay locked away. My only friend is Astra, and she is practically my sister.” Angellica fumed. “I can’t even have a boyfriend. Your rules are insane!”

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

The bar is loud and hectic, full of horny men out to get trashed. Angelo, A friend they’d made at the bar joins them. He usually hangs out with his boyfriend but today he was alone. Angelo is hot with a cowlick that always falls over his brow and clearly worked out from the muscles straining beneath his lightweight shirt but he doesn’t hold a candle to Bryan Anderson who is a walking sex-on-legs.’ Roy flushes at the dark path his thoughts were taking.

- Angeline- I have imagined my death so many times before. There are even times when I longed for it. But since my little angel came into my life, I stopped thinking about it. My thoughts slowly changed as I focused on the life that was slowly growing inside of me. My obsession with Stefan slowly calmed down. Even my longing for him to mark me as his Mate simmers down to the point where I can almost say that I no longer want it.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m