Novel & Cerita Angst Fanfiction

Just then, my phone rang, and it was Angelo. “Morning, princess,” his deep voice stated. I could feel his smirk forming on the other end of the call. “Shut up, Angel.” “Don’t call me that.” “Don’t call me princess.” “Why because you only want Jax to call you baby?” he chuckled. “I’m going to kill you when you get here.” “Oh. Well, good thing that I don’t plan on being there. Wait, where are you?” “Russia.” “You were in Afghanistan yesterday.”

she stammered unable to make a meaningful statement. Ethan took her bed and emptied its contents onto the bed and saw the empty medicine box. He knew what medication it was. He raised his hand almost about to hit her but held himself back staring at extremely scared Camila. "My mum was right. Marrying Olivia was wrong. I allowed her beauty and her fake innocence to get to me," he thought Now I turning into something I don't even know out of hurt and anger. "Get dressed," he yelled at her and move away from the bed.

Monster I hated waiting. Even on a good day it made me feel itchy inside. But waiting for Angela to come back from the trip into town she said she needed to make, especially when I had such a big surprise for her, was like someone had poured itching powder into my brain. It was getting so bad that I wanted to rip my own eyes out just so I could get access to my brain and give it a good scratch. “Will you stop pacing?” Fang snarled as I yet again turned on my heel and headed in his direction. I had been pacing for the last hour.

Samson dropped his phone on the bar and tried to flag down a bartender, accidentially dragging his sleeve through a spill of beer. "Damn it!" he cursed. He was pissed. Pissed at everything and every little thing made him angry. Anger wasn't a good thing for him. It made him want to sink his teeth into someone's neck and feed until he couldn't breath anymore... But that would mean killing anyone he fed on. He could easily do that, as the place was filled with humans. Drunk, wasted humans. All he had to do was lure one of them outside. Hell, he was sure he wouldn't even have to do that as there would be some people outside already. Snatch, eat, erase... Easy peasy.

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.

"Is that even her fault? Of all the people, they should know that Austin wants to be with her parents more than anyone else and yet they treated her as if she was a piece of a garbage." Shaun felt his heart and jaw tightening because of the anger building all through out his body. His blood is harshly flowing in his nerves and body. His face were distorted by anger and disbelief. He is angry, there’s no doubt about that but he needs to control himself. He can’t lose himself in the middle of the day.

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.

He smells the human soap, the fear, the absence of wolf scent. Marco frowned, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at her face. "You know, for a guy heading into Gold House, you've got quite a sharp mouth on you, Angelo. And..." He leaned in an inch closer, sniffing the air near her collar. "...you smell weird. Like... sweetgrass and panic. What kind of cologne are you wearing? Or are you just terrified out of your mind?" "I'm not scared of anything," Angela lied, her voice tight and trembling with suppressed rage as she shoved a hand against his chest, trying to put distance between them.

If anyone disturbed her now, she would definitely lose her temper. "It's been two days and two nights. Wow, you've really outdone yourself. Are you insane? Do you not value your life anymore?" Austin's face was cold, and his gaze was as sharp as a knife. "That's not it. I know where the line is. I'm almost done—so close to winning!" Angela felt overwhelmed and helpless. "Don't come near me! Stay right there!" "Oh, the streamer's getting scolded! She's totally freaking out."

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.