Angst Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Do not blame me if I go out there to have a good fuck with another woman, 'cause you'll hardly have me back here with you if she's so pleasureable in bed! Ladies around know I'm hot, and they badly crave for my touch, even if it's just for a night. And as it seems now, you're making wmat to consider them right now! DON'T PUSH ME, ANGELA!" I'll so forgot the fact that she's my mate and go get a good fuck out there 'cause I don't know how long I'll be able to handle this desire to let out my cum. I hate to keep my dick inside my pants for too long and the moon goddess knows this. "I don't want to fuck another, Angela. So don't push me!" —----------- Angela's POV

"You don't know what you are getting yourself into. You are going down a dark road, lady." Angela looked at him, "it can't be any darker than the road I have walked my whole life." She took out her dagger and slowly pushed the blade onto his skin tearing open the flesh as he screamed and pleaded for her to stop. "I will stop when you tell me what is down there." Angela's eyes grew dark as she had this sudden flashback of her dad leaving her alone in the darkroom on those stormy nights, locking her away like she was some animal. Her fears had turned her into th heartless bitch she is today.

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

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.

He savored his lips, ignoring the fact that we where in the open. "I still haven't gotten over your fire. Fuck, you were on a different level." "Are you done? " I raised my voice, almost getting attentions on us. Still, it didn't trouble Damian one bit. He seems to be enjoying every bit of my anger. "Why are you stressing yourself now, Anna? Don't you miss me one bit?" He drew near, smirking. I carefully drew back from him and went over to the side, making my way to the stairs which led to the lift. But Damian came with speed, standing in my path!

I might burst my feelings out and he will ghost me. I went to the kitchen fast to take a chair and use it to climb the tall cabinet dusting the top. I don’t know why Hailey suddenly pushed the chair as if it’s an accident. My body jolted as I tightly close my eyes to wait for my body to feel the floor. But then I didn’t, I was between Angelo’s arms when I open my eyes. It made me startled seeing how close we are.

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"

I whined rolling my eyes at him as I walked past him, swaying my backside. I'm pretty sure the idiot have a crush on my pussy but he dare not pull his cock unless he want it to be chopped off by done Russian dogs. My name is Angela, Angela Trump. I have no idea about my parents. I was only shown the video of my father sprawling in his pool of blood with splattered brain. I vowed upon watching the video that I'd be the one to pull the fucking trigger on the motherfucker that killed my parents. A sigh eluded my lips as I stopped in front of the door where I'm gonna be pound and grind. Leg raises up, hands tied behind my back, vibrator machine and a lot of all kind. I knocked at the door. "Come

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’m also scared of losing you, Anj, but this strange feeling is alien to me.” How can I explain everything to her? I pressed my forehead to hers. “If you only knew how scared I am right now.” I took her hand and pressed her palm on my chest. “My heart is aching for you, but I don’t want to be unfair.” Angela held my hand and put my palm on her heart. “My heart has been aching since I left you. My children… they’re my reminder of you, Sky, that I once got crazy in love with the elite god who made my heart beat and will never stop beating for you.” She sniffled. “You should have just run over me with that stupid Ferrari the first time we met.”