Angst In Fanfiction Novels & Stories

One tradition is no crossing of the species of wolf and fang. Chapter one: Runaways “Mom, please talk to me about this?!” Angelica begged her mother. Angelica followed her mother up the stairs as she walked away. “The answer is no.” Her mother answered, putting her foot down. “You are not ready, and my answer is final.” Her mother's pale blue eyes pierced into Angelica's green eyes as if to say drop it. “I’m eighteen, mom. I cannot stay locked away. My only friend is Astra, and she is practically my sister.” Angellica fumed. “I can’t even have a boyfriend. Your rules are insane!”

He smells the human soap, the fear, the absence of wolf scent. Marco frowned, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at her face. "You know, for a guy heading into Gold House, you've got quite a sharp mouth on you, Angelo. And..." He leaned in an inch closer, sniffing the air near her collar. "...you smell weird. Like... sweetgrass and panic. What kind of cologne are you wearing? Or are you just terrified out of your mind?" "I'm not scared of anything," Angela lied, her voice tight and trembling with suppressed rage as she shoved a hand against his chest, trying to put distance between them.

I decided to ignore the stares, ignore Carson, ignore the whole damn world. I had known for awhile that Jax thought it would be cool if Ang or I were his mate. I think he and Ang would make a great couple. She could keep him humble and he could keep her from overstepping or talking too much, which was more likely. Lately, Jax had been paying more attention to me and that worried me too. If I had a wolf and didn't meet my fated mate right away, I suspected that Jax would offer to be my chosen mate. I really didn't want to think about that. Personally, I think Ang has a crush on Jax. The closer I get to 18, the sadder she gets. I have wondered if she fears I might say yes to Jax.

Vanessa lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. She straddled me and looked down at me, her eyes glowing dark red, almost black, with a look of pure hatred painted on her face. It was in that moment that I realized my sweet, innocent Vanessa really was gone, replaced by a monster made of twisted ideals, raw emotion, and an indomitable will to destroy humanity as we know it. She no longer saw me as her mother, but rather as an obstacle in the way of her achieving her goal.

After all, she is a female. “Does it even make sense!” Angelo shouted in frustration as he disheveled his hair. “It makes little sense that I, a male, would enjoy the kiss. It explains nothing even though I am in a female’s body. It’s so frustrating.” Angelo laid down again on the queen-sized pink bed with a soft velvety pink blanket pulled up until his chin. He tossed and turned the whole night. Angelo even forgot to play games with his phone: as he; was so stressed out that he was unable; to sleep because his mind was so- energized; replaying the kissing scene; he had- with Mark earlier.

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.

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.

If anyone disturbed her now, she would definitely lose her temper. "It's been two days and two nights. Wow, you've really outdone yourself. Are you insane? Do you not value your life anymore?" Austin's face was cold, and his gaze was as sharp as a knife. "That's not it. I know where the line is. I'm almost done—so close to winning!" Angela felt overwhelmed and helpless. "Don't come near me! Stay right there!" "Oh, the streamer's getting scolded! She's totally freaking out."

Mia finds me there, leaning against the wall like I forgot how to stand up without support. “Well,” she says. “That was…horny and terrifying.” “I feel like my life has turned into a very niche fanfiction trope,” I say. “Two men arguing over who gets to die for me while I stand in the middle with unresolved trauma.” “You forgot ‘expensive wardrobe,’” she says. “It really rounds out the aesthetic.” I huff a laugh that doesn’t quite make it. “Come on,” she says, hooking her arm through mine. “You look like you need carbs and plotting.”

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.