Angst Fanfic Novels & Stories

her whole body was shaking while fear clear evident in her eyes. I immediately pulled her in a tight and warm hug. Oh my Angel has suffered a lot. I will protect her at all costs. "Don't worry cupcake, Your boyfriend is not someone easy to defeat. I'm a well trained assassin you know.. have some faith in me." I said giggling. "This is not something to laugh about! I'm being serious here!" she started hitting my chest. "ah! ah! it hurts." "Oh! I'm sorry! Are you hurt? did I overdo?" she asked worried as I dramatically crouched down on the floor.

Lila saw through it in ten seconds flat. Thirty four, rich as sin, class dripping from every gesture. She’d walked into the underground fight club where he was bleeding on the mat, handed him a silk handkerchief for his cut lip, and said, “You’re wasting talent on these animals. Come work for me.” He’d laughed. She hadn’t. Five years later, they were married. Two years after that, Dirty Angels opened its doors, velvet ropes, crystal chandeliers, music that beat like a heartbeat.

Fuck all of it. The wolf rose up snarling, filling my chest with fire. They cage mate. They hurt mate. We burn it all down. Every tower, every law, every elder who dares stand between us and her. I grabbed my phone, hands shaking with rage I couldn't unleash. Not yet. Not until I had something to hit. Marcus answered on the second ring. "Alpha." "I need you to do something off the books." I kept my voice low, even though no one was listening. Even though the walls had ears in this place. "Something that could cost us both everything."

Not worth my time. Angelo: [We'll see.] Every time he and I got closer, the chat exploded: Someone: [Vivian, don't underestimate Angelo's game. I bet she's in his bed within a month.] Someone else: [Classic Don move. The assistant's even putting her own money toward his debt.] Every line burned like acid. I looked up at Angelo, eyes wet, trembling, no words coming out. He sighed and looked away. "They're guys who live with guns. They talk like animals."

Angel moved her hands in the air, trying to find the exact words to explain how she was really feeling deep down. The feeling was unexplainable that she couldn't put it into words. She paused to catch a breath, trying to calm herself down. Xavier looked at her as though she was an alien. The mafia Don won't lie, the savage side of Angel was scary. She looked as though she could skin him alive with her eyes. “ Come on, punch me if that will help you get rid of the anger. I think I need someone to knock some sense into my head.” Xavier urged her and he looked serious.

Angelo growled in annoyance and I acted again by spitting in his face. "You!" He grabbed my neck. "What, huh! Slap me, torture me, and surely no one will want my body full of wounds." I said shouting. There are no people in this basement, everyone is busy working. Just a row of silent cars couldn't help me against these bastards. I will be thrown into that place again. A place full of depraved people whose brains only contain fantasies of women's crotch and breasts. He turned to pulling my hair so hard that I groaned in pain.

And I should've been more understanding. Now, I know what I need to do. I need to make everything okay and ask for Angel's forgiveness. I will not lose her, I will make everything alright between us. ***** Hey, guys! I hope you like this chapter! I've dropped a few hints in the chapter. I know this chapter is short in length but I had to end this here. I have something exciting planned for the next chapter so... stay tuned? ;) What do you think about this chapter? Did Angela react irrationally or selfishly? Did Mason do right by bringing her here? Thank you for reading! Bloom M.

and puffing up my cheeks in anger. Why am I here and what does he want from me anyway? "Aww she's so cute and short too," the guy beside him said walking close to me and gently pulled my cheeks. I angrily slapped his hand away from my face. I am not a child to be played with like that. "Bro can we keep her?" He asked turning to Theodore with bright puppy dog eyes. 'Who thought the devil would have a brother,' I thought, 'and a childish one at that.' I am not an object for him to be speaking about me like that.

I blow out a frustrated breath as I open Angie's file looking for a way to lure her in. Abuse , rape and torture were inflicted on her and many others before it was discovered. Savage took many away, and most of us pets either went underground or blended in. I blended, but it hasn't been easy. "Angie will be hard to lure out, but I won't give up yet," I text and shut off the lights and open sign. I lock up and set the alarm before going to my room to watch Jordan fuck Angie. His huge cock makes me wet. Before their pups I installed cameras and let me just say his massive cock needs to plow into me. I dream of his beast filling me up and making me scream.

His eyes which were the colour of blood raked down at her form as if studying her nervous posture " Go" He spoke dismissively in that low voice that made shivers run down her spine Angy turned around and hurried her way up the flight of stairs feeling his burning gaze following each step she took By the time she was leaning against the closed door of her bedroom, her breaths her in pants and her underwear completely soaked. What the hell was wrong with her?! She had never felt such strong urges towards someone like this before, and she was fucking nineteen! She was way past her hormone driven years