Angst In Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You have a very nice body, Mr. Tomsey. Why don't you show it to me so I can see it again at other times!" Chiara can hear Raphael laughing but Angelo seems to be getting angrier than before. Say one damn word, Rafal, and I'll shoot you! He aimed his gun at the door where Rafal was standing. "You don't have to get angry, Angelo, she doesn't know what she's saying." "She is dope!!" Angelo said grimly. "Being possessive and worrying about a woman is not the way you were introduced to by Angelo!" Angelo taps his fingers on the table as he breathes deeply, Chiara can see that he's trying to control his nerves when he's around!

I ached for him to go faster, but he seemed to be taking his time with it. "Fuck!" I groaned. "Stroke me faster!" I urged him. It was frustrating the way he slowly stroked me, and that caused me to grit my teeth in anger. If only he would heed my words and increase his strokes. He removed his hand from my shaft and knelt in front of me. Just like my imagination, he deep-throated me. "Fin!" I tugged on his head. His warm mouth on my hard shaft drove me crazy. "Fuck!"

His voice trails off, his breathing evening out slowly. I swallow past the lump in my throat, smiling with tears in my eyes. Leave it to Azren to drop a bomb and snooze. I lower my gaze to try and catch a glimpse of his face, but his messy mop of hair makes that impossible. So I just keep running my fingers through his hair to soothe his pain. I reach for my phone from the nightstand, sliding it open and going straight to my notes app. Then I start typing the details for my next story. I've kept my readers waiting for too long. This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel.

Monster I hated waiting. Even on a good day it made me feel itchy inside. But waiting for Angela to come back from the trip into town she said she needed to make, especially when I had such a big surprise for her, was like someone had poured itching powder into my brain. It was getting so bad that I wanted to rip my own eyes out just so I could get access to my brain and give it a good scratch. “Will you stop pacing?” Fang snarled as I yet again turned on my heel and headed in his direction. I had been pacing for the last hour.

My body heats up anywhere he touches me, and all of my senses go crazy. My mind is spinning as I struggle to see through a cloud of unexpected desire, and I blame my foolish body for responding the way it does to an alpha's touch. My heat is still in full swing from yesterday night's full moon, and just the smell and touch of it is enough to send me into a frenzy. I groan in agony, but the alpha in the back of me is yanked away, and another person grabs me. "We must leave", a stern voice declares. "Jack, keep it together."

“All of which I could forgive if you didn’t set me up with an anorexic Mexican who believes he is a fictional character; ruining one of my favorite romance novels with the experience! Now you won’t have to worry about the big city swallowing my midget body whole, since the proper schizophrenic you gave my personal information is stalking me!” I stamp my foot with a sharp intake of breath. “He’s a stalker, Nicky! You know how I feel about stalkers! They are up there with being late, daisies and Hitler! ” I heave in a shaky breath, battling down the panic.

Angie was just venting her frustrations due to her dissatisfactory life. Each time she heard Angie’s curses toward the novel she was reading, Aurora would become more certain that Angie had a screw loose. Angie behaved as though she knew the story better than the author and was highly arrogant. She would guess how the story would unfold and be smug when she guessed right, or scold the author incessantly if she got it wrong, eventually coming to hate the story she was so obsessed over. “Then just read and be quiet while you’re at it. I’m trying to sleep.” If Aurora weren’t woken up by Angie, she wouldn’t have bothered talking to her.

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!”

"So if that was your plan...how in the world did you end up becoming his prospective wife not to mention his secretary slash personal assistant?" "Honestly...I really don't know." "Ugh....this shit came straight out of a w*****d novel." Ang says and proceeds to pull out every strand of her dark brunette hair in frustration looking the very picture of aggravation. "Tell me about it." I say with a sigh. "Either way Lin ...I hate to break it to you but you are royally screwed." "Don't you think I know that?" I whined. "So what are you going to do now?" Ang asks me the worry clear in her voice. It was rare for Ang to be worried but I guess the situation calls for it. Hell! I'm freaking terrified

Angel started to laugh at the outrageous scenario. Bastien stared at her. “I-I’m sorry. It’s what I do when—when the shit hits the fan. When the world turns upside down!” She shrugged and let out another long laugh. “I laugh!” She barely got out the words. “I mean—I have been living with the man who was married to my mother all while…” Her voice trailed away. All while I’ve lusted after him. Fantasized about him, longed to… Grasping the black silk in both hands, she raised her dress as she took off into a run to her bedroom.