Angst Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

"I'm ready" "ok, you see this girl on the screen, her parents just died in an accident but she was saved, she has a great future but without the help of an Angel, she will be led astray, you have to guard her for 18 years and if your past, I will send you to earth as a human angel to guard the human of your chosen" 18 years is a lot by then Vegas has grown, but I will come back to guard him as a human and I can be able to interact with him "ok" she smiles

I let out a heavy sigh and recounted the events that had unfolded at my mother's house, all the while my eyes intermittently straying to the stripper, who moved with a captivating grace. "That's pretty messed up," Angelo commented, his gaze following mine. "Looks like you could use some distraction tonight." "Who is she?" I asked, curiosity piercing through my brooding. Angelo chuckled, his eyes not leaving the dancer. "Ah, you noticed her too. Just look at her—the way she moves, that allure... She is something else, isn't she?" Anger surged within me at Angelo's casual remark. How could my destined mate be the subject of such crude comments? I shot a glare at Angelo, who seemed oblivious to

I say weakly feeling awful for multiple reasons now. “Oh, so you dream about her now huh?” She turns her head in pain. The first time I've seen an emotion other than greedy or coldhearted. “I can't help what my subconsciousness does.” “Do you like her?” she demands. I don't respond fast enough “I ASKED IF YOU LIKE HER CAMERON!” “No!” I lie. I have never lied so hard in my life. I cant have Angela turning her aim towards Faith. That would destroy her, and subsequently me. Angela stalks towards me enraged. She stabs her finger in my chest and bites out her words enunciating very clearly.

I vent to him, not even realizing that tears had begun to leak down my cheeks. "I am so sorry, Angel. This situation is fucked up, your right. I hate to admit that destiny has a terrible way of doing things like this ... but listen to me..." he begins to tell me, as he gently cups my cheeks and tilts my head up to meet his eyes.

Suddenly, Angus's mood shifted again, and he strode across the room, his movements swift and purposeful. He grasped my wrist, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice. "You're mine, Freye," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "You'll do as I say, when I say it." My heart racing, I felt a surge of fear mixed with desire. Angus's passion was intoxicating, but it was also terrifying. I knew that I was trapped in a web of emotions, and I wasn't sure if I could escape. As suddenly as it had begun, the moment was over. Angus released my wrist and turned away, his expression once again cold and distant. "Continue with your duties," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

I wanted to let the cold in my body, as I was feeling stressed. Angus sighted me, shut the door immediately locking as he rolled his tongue. He dashed to my side and knelt to maintain a balanced height between us. “Give me a chance here.” Angus stuttered, feeling drunk with love. “I am going into you, again.” “Do it gently, please.” I demanded, as I kicked my breast to his lips, allowing him to suck and grow more drunk in love. After a long time of playing with my breasts, Angus picked up my cloth, tearing it to pieces with his sharp fingers. He drew closer to me and took off his trousers.

Agnes is an Omega and an orphan who’s been quietly crushing on her best friend’s dad for years. She keeps it buried deep, because her best friend is the one person who’s ever treated her like more than just an Omega. And Agnes refuses to risk that by crossing a line. When her best friend invites her to stay with her and her dad for a vacation, the proximity makes it harder than ever to keep her feelings locked down. Will Agnes finally admit her feelings and risk betraying the only real family she has? Or keep pretending she feels nothing for him?

A I passed the card to Damien and saw as his expression changed “Fucking son of a bitch” He raked his hair with his hands and i could see he was clearly frustrated, so was it *We can’t have a normal relationship without Angela creating chaos or secret Admirer buzzing up in our business I sat on the couch, burying my head over my hands Damien sat beside me, pulling me into his chest. We sat down there without speaking and just breathing I clung unto his waist and he stroked my hair What do we do concerning this Angela situation, what if she is actually pregnant, Damien would certainly have to get married to her and what would happen to me?