Angst Ideas Novels & Stories

The weight of it all pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe, and think clearly. My mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts, each one fueling my anger further. I clenched my fists tightly, feeling the tension in my muscles as I desperately tried to contain the storm brewing inside me. But it was no use. The anger was too overpowering to be tamed, I checked my time again and again wondering why she wasn't here yet.

Talking about himself again. “I also have a work friend who always does something but brings stakes. Everything is at stake, even something as trivial as blood type,” said Angga while jogging. ”But not like your friend, Dis. You don't need to use things for betting. Even if it's small, it's called gambling. I don't like you hanging out with people like that. Don't do it again. I rarely ask about your activities, but that doesn't mean you are free to do bad things like that.” “But—”

If she doesn’t share her insight with me, I have no one left to turn to. “I don’t know for certain,” Angela says. “But I can guess, knowing what I do know about them. I can’t believe they would be so stupid and shortsighted. But… well, maybe I can since they are who they are.” “What do you think they are doing?” I press, hoping to bring her back on track. I’ve been stressing about this for so long, I’m so ready to be put out of my misery, for better or worse. Angela pushes her dirty plate aside and leans forward, elbows on the table. It’s an unladylike gesture, but no one else in the restaurant is paying her any attention. I sure as hell don’t care.

Moira objected vehemently. “Oh, that’s what you’re trying to say? Come on, I don’t have time for your nonsense either, missy. Girls like you.. bitchy girls like you… are just full of crap and I certainly don’t need them in my busy life, either. So don’t worry, I’ll certainly not be having any steamy dreams about you anytime soon, honey.” Angelo deliberately said it in an insulting manner.

Chapter 166 Angelo Everybody gets to a point where they feel like they're not doing alright. we all have a dark room that we all go into whether it's in our heads or in a split second or in a moment of rage or a fit of anger.I think I've come to the conclusion that I am two people and one because I'm one way at work and then I'm the other way at home at work. I would never cry. I would never show any sort of emotion. I mean emotionless but everything I do as my wife said is driven by emotion because I'm human after all and it's only when I feel safe around someone that I show my true emotions.

Grant I paced across my office as if the restless walking could bring me some clarity. These last days have been arduous. Stormy and I were growing restless by the minute. My wolf was a ticking bomb about to explode, force shift and steal the reins of my volition/will to get to his angel, our Angeline.

I would even say he can be somewhat of a psychopath. “He can fucking try, but he won’t make it happen. He can’t”, Angel says, and I lean back on my chair, crossing my arms in front of my chest as they start talking about money and how they will try and kill Angel. They are coming up with a plan, and Angel rolls his eyes. “Does he really think I am that stupid? That would never work”, he says, sounding bored to death.

Ang said with a sad shake of her head "I know...I know." "I'm just as confused as you are... the one time I actually come up with an idea with out consulting you about it and it just blows up in my face...