Angst In Fanfiction Novels & Stories

ANGEL “You don’t own shit,” I spat, even as my body betrayed me, my pussy clenching around his cock like it had a mind of its own and that mind was a desperate traitor. “Don’t I?” He slammed into me harder, hitting places that made stars burst behind my eyes. His hand came down on my pubis with a sharp crack, the sting radiating through my flesh like wildfire. “This pussy squeezes me like it’s trying to milk my cock dry. Like it’s starving for it. See how greedily it sucks me in, hm?”

Now, the harassment of this young admirer will not land on him, but the other half that always find himself ways just to let himself let this other half out and ‘experience’ a new world he could never have enjoyed. ‘Serves you right’ Angelo secretly thought inside his head and covered his lips to suppress his laugh but still snorted after some time passed and thinking of many scenarios that will happen to his pitiable other half. The blonde guy as if expecting his rejection towards him based on the other party distorted complexion raises his brows and crosses his arm, causing for the thick muscles on his shoulder to bulge out terrifyingly then he opened his lips and said, word by word, “Why

He is observant and is like a dog with a bone when he gets a whiff of something. “She has been having nightmares about Foxy. She thinks she is alive and will kill her. But in the book it says nightmares are common in expectant mother’s something to do with the hormones and anxiety of being pregnant. Did mom ever have nightmares when she was expecting me?” I ask, because these nightmares are always the same. I think Angel is manifesting them out of fear because of the crash. But also because she killed Foxy, even though we didn’t know Foxy was pregnant at the time.

My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer.

I jammed my fist into my mouth and bit down hard, muting my harsh screams. A hand fisted my hair and snapped my head up. Angela's blue eyes were gleaming with fury. "A little friend of mine told me you were sneaking around with my king...." Her hand tightened, sending pain spiralling around my scalp. She gritted out, "What the f*ck did I tell you?" Pain became a living thing within me, pulsing with a horrid vengeance that made me numb to everything else for a while. Once what she said registered, I pushed out painfully, "I....am not.... trying t...t-to have a--"

He looked decadent, with stubbly beard, just like a stray dog. Angela was intently waiting for the red light in front of her. She did not notice what Stacy was looking at. As soon as the red light passed, she started the car and drove away. The image was soon blocked by another building, blocking her view. She slowly retracted her hands. She curled up her body and pulled herself into a very small space. She bit her lips and bared her sharp teeth into her flesh. There was almost blood coming out of her mouth, but she did not seem to feel any pain. She only wanted to suppress the longing in her heart that she wanted to control but could not control it as it spread within her blood.

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.

Aurora explained and Angela's stomach twisted up in knots. "No," Angela whispered shakily. "I... I'm fine. It was just a prank. I wanted to scare you, will talk to you later," She dropped the call before Aurora could say anything. Angela needs to leave. Her phone vibrated as Aurora's name flashed on the screen. Angela switched off her phone. Her heart rattled and slammed wildly in her chest when she inhaled that irresistible scent getting closer, she stumbled out of the bed thinking of shifting and jumping out of the window when all of a sudden, her door slammed open with such power that it banged against the wall and rattled with vicious force.

They didn’t deserve to be happy, not when they built their fantasies on illusions. “What the fuck do you mean he’s still an omega? Am I meant to be okay with that?” he'd been standing beside tatsuya when his phone suddenly pinged from a notification, he should have known when Tatsuya almost tripped trying to grab it from him, now he's here trying to invalidate his feelings? hell no. Murasame’s voice was louder now, anger flickering in his eyes. “You know, enigmas like you don’t normally care…” Tatsuya’s tone was flat, unimpressed, almost bored.

“Truth Angela, what is your wildest fantasy, the one you think about when you are alone at night touching yourself and nobody else knows about it spill it all.” The words hung heavy in the room and everyone went completely still waiting for me to answer like they knew this was going to be the one that got me. My face went hot instantly and my heart started pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears because the fantasy flashed through my mind right then strong hands holding me down a guy taking exactly what he wanted while I pretended to fight it but secretly loving every second of being used like that. No fucking way was I saying that out loud in front of all of them.