Angst Fanfiction Novels & Stories

They scramble. I stand in the middle of the empty boutique, my arms crossed, my shoes tapping against the marble. My blood is roaring in my ears, and my skin feels too tight. Every nerve ending is screaming for friction, for him, and the fact that he's still trying to play protector while I'm literally vibrating with need makes me want to scream. Azren steps up behind me, his hands hovering like he's afraid to touch. "Angel," he tries again, his voice softer. "If they're watching—"

"She's that vicious?" "Mm-hmm." Aurora nodded. "Angie told me earlier that she's reading a novel right now. Because the plot didn't go the way she expected, with the female lead not forgiving the scummy male lead but instead falling for the supporting male character, Angie completely broke down. She's been relentlessly attacking the female lead and the author, using filthy language to insult them. She accused the author and slandered her. Even though I'm her cousin, I can't stand her comments. They're so vulgar and unrefined.

Angel almost choked on the noodles she chewed at Rain's words, but then she laughed. "Rain, come on!" Angel chuckled, putting down her plate of noodles, which suddenly felt unattractive. "How could Gamma target me as a victim? You know, his taste is for older women, from the upper class and the rich. How could he have glanced at me, a green bean that was only eighteen years old?" "But last night you came home late. Shouldn't the practice finish at ten at night?" Rain frowned. Angel looked at Rain and suddenly hee heart felt warm. Rain was so handsome and the man was worried about her. Well, even with Bella's presence among them, the man hadn't really forgotten her.

Just listening to him speak, it's obvious why the haters have labeled Alastaire a snob, while the fans consider him “the charming one” Even though all the boys met at a prestigious boarding school, Alastaire still sticks out – his accent and way of speaking make him sound like some kind of romantic aristocrat. An aristocrat who happens to have the palest blue eyes, an unusually beautiful face and a halo of burnished gold hair that literally makes him look like an angel from an old painting (hence his nickname – "The Angel".) He's really taken the whole angel thing on board, and started playing with a pure white electric guitar, embellished with two silver angel wings on the scratch-plate. It

They got the hint, but still could not make a definite conclusion. “I was amazed by the time I had smelled the scent of their blood especially the girl with a stab on her side.” Alpha Lachlan curses in the wind as he listens to Angelo. What else, of course, is giving them trouble these days. Angelo on the other hand, is enjoying narrating of what he thought is going to be the start of his dreams' fulfillment. He could almost enjoy it, but he kept scratching and scratching his skin to the point it peels off his muscles.

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

Axel I slammed the plates into the kitchen cabinets, the clatter echoing through the room as I struggled to contain the anger boiling inside me. My hands trembled with rage, my fingers clenched into fists as I fought to maintain a fragile grip on my temper. Everything was going well. I hope Anastasia doesn't ruin it for me. If she does, I would thirst for the last of her blood. I gritted my teeth, my anger simmering just below the surface. I had thought my beta had everything under control, but now I wasn't so sure. One of them had escaped, and I had a sinking feeling that they might have made contact with her.

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?

Why would a sumptuous looking woman be standing half naked before him and his mind would be entertaining images of another fully clothed woman he didn't even know. "Darling," Samantha purred, sashaying towards him. "Are you hungry?" He shook his head with a slight smile. "Not yet." She smiled sensually as she moved closer to him and straddled him, grinding herself against him. "Well I am hungry." She said huskily. "But not for food." He smirked and drew her closer to kiss her when the door burst open and an angry Sophia stormed in causing Samantha to jump off Greg's body on impulse.

It's still uncertain whether Angelo was thinking with his dick or brain but he hope he didn't end up regretting it. Fenrir watched as Angelo left and smirked, his eyes were twinkling like stars and he was brewing his next plan. "Come over here and suck this cock" he suddenly said whilst pulling his thick cock out. A pretty girl came in from outside and knelt between him whilst expertly sucking him off, he pushed his head back whilst bobbing in and out the girl's mouth with his cock "Angel, you have placed me in such a horny state after having a taste of you, so if you think you can just run after imprinting your sweetness inside my mind you are really mistaken, Nghh..." he groaned licking hi