Novel & Cerita Angst In Fanfiction

He growled at me. I stared at the badass before me, I wanted a taste of his flesh so badly that I could do absolutely anything for it. I growled at him and he growled back with anger but I wasn't the slightest bit scared, I shot angrily at him and he shot back, Striking me skillfully with his powerful paws making me fall backward. He was more powerful than I was. "I will have to run for it." I said to myself but before I could break into a run, I began to perceive an odd scent and he seemed to perceive it too.

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.

Angela yelled with her throat almost mute from crying and yelling too much. Antonio continued thrusting like he was pouring his anger into every thrust. His face and body were reddish, his heart beating faster than usual, as if he were having a panic attack himself. The veins in his hands were all invisible, holding her hip in position and the other hand holding her two small hands together and stretched backwards painfully. “You think about him, you talk to him, my feelings mean to you…how far will I stoop low for you… I made a fool out of myself!”

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.

The voice shouted in anger and frustration. Anastacia’s nose bled while she covered her ears and shouted back in anger and pain to counter the voice in her head. It was driving her crazy, and she felt herself grow colder as her ears began to bleed as well. She felt like throwing up, and she fell to her knees in the dark void that was now beginning to consume her. The coldness made it impossible to even open her mouth as her entire body was suddenly consumed by both the dark and the cold. She didn’t know what was happening to her.

She was with Kian. I looked at them at their table and considered this. They sure looked closed but I wasn’t worried. Kian couldn’t possibly like an omega like her. I was just pissed that Bastain was distracted with her here. Kian was a strategic man with high standards and an established position. Angel was a divorced Omega with a tutoring job and a forum post asking for secondhand competition equipment. The arithmetic didn't produce anything threatening. "I miss Mom." I turned. Finn was looking at his plate with the small, folded expression he got when something was bothering him and he was trying to decide whether to say it.

She is mine, all mine and the sooner she accepts this fact, the better it is for her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the beginning, I mentioned that he was suffering from OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder). The same with which the ML of Saubhagyavati Bhava was suffering. I think I watched too much of that serial in my teenage years. PS: Angel needs to pick up her sandals and hit his head with it to bring out the spirit of OCD from him

The pieces of the puzzle fall into place with sickening clarity. Angelo is not his real name. Nor is he real. He's just a fake person someone invented. I drop my phone on the covers. I smother my gasp with my palm, my mouth suddenly bitter. My throat and chest feel like something's clutching them tight. The room is spinning around me. Hot tears sting my eyes no matter how hard I try to ignore them. I sink to the floor. My gut feels like it's squeezing out every ounce of water I drank today.

She elaborated. “They've fucked many women. Tasted many cunts. Hell, Kate. Nothing about you would make them fight themselves. They are used to it. Sharing women, having various mouth suck theircocks. Well, except in their company. I heard they rarely act with other pornstars there. Outside it…Kate…” A pause. Followed by a sigh. “You’re not causing any issue between them, trust me.” Angela’s words seemed to restructure Kate’s mind. However, Kate can’t deny having felt a sharp sting that hit her chest at Angela’s words

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”