Angst In Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Fenrir said with a longing look, and it made Angelo's pain deepen. "You said you won't cheat on her? Then the girl I saw in the morning limping with one leg was who?" Angelo asked, trying to mask his emotions. "Oh, her. Just like I told you, I won't cheat on Angel. Ever since we fucked, I couldn't even go a day without being horny as hell. I couldn't take it anymore so I decided to call the girl over. Although I ravaged her I didn't even enjoy it because Angel's sweet pussy, how sweet and tight it was kept flashing in my mind as I fucked that girl, it was rather a bland sex. I was able to cum because of the images in my mind otherwise I would have run mad by now from frustration" Fenrir said

It's all a recipe for creating obsessed stalker fangirls, and the reason that Alastaire's fans – or Alastaire's Angels, as they call themselves - are particularly aggressive and territorial over him. When it comes to fan numbers though, the most popular band member by far is Fable’s lead singer, Felix. Where Alastaire is sun-kissed and light, Felix is all shadows and mystery – his trademark longish dark brown hair, hazel eyes and vampire-pale skin seem to have half the girls in the world under his spell. The fact that he's rude, arrogant and unnervingly cold doesn't seem to matter to his legions of fans. Some girls like jerks. I'm not one of them. I love Fable, but that doesn't extend to eve

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.

He insisted. "Well, what would have been better? Growing up with a vampire who kills people without mercy or growing up with Daniel who let three warriors gang rape her from the time she was 8?" I asked. Angelo's eyes went wide and his breathing went all raggered. " You see, this is the part I am having trouble with. I really don't know which one is worse." I say. And Angelo punched a hole in the brick wall that we were standing next to. "Daniel let them do that to her?" Angelo asked.

Instead, Finn's face appeared right in front of hers. “What are you doing, Angel.” “Fuck off,” Angel pushed Finn’s face away from her. She snorted, trying to hide her blush from her nosy best friend. “Your face is so red. What were you thinking? You look like a horny virgin.” “Shut your damn mouth, Finn. Get away from me," Angel pushed Finn's face away from her and shifted her body to the right. She still hadn't recovered from her fantasy of dancing with her boss. That damn Finn had ruined her imagination.

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

I worked hard to make all those…. She hadn't completed her typing when a few images were sent to her. She paused, fighting the urge to open them, while dreading what he was typing this time around. She wasn't motivated to complete her own words, because it was all about feigning ignorance to his claims anyway and she wasn't feeling so confident. "Angel, I apologized if all those felt like I stalked you and had bad intentions, but believe me, if there's any bad intentions in my mind towards you, It was to see you gagging on my shaft, while I thrust into your throat till you are near passing out.

Heavy breathing turns into a low groan. Angel ignores me. Her fingers travel past my injury, reaching higher, and slowly move to my groin. My hand stops hers. "No," I say sternly. She's so damn bratty and in need of a spanking. Her slow, sensual smile tells me that's exactly what she wants too. She's playing with fire and it's very obvious she wants to burn.

Liesa asked weakly, “would you believe me?” “No,” Angus replied without hesitation. Angus glanced at the wheelchair nearby. Instead of using it, he reached for a cane leaning against the wall. Leaning on the cane, Angus walked slowly toward the bed. His right foot dragged slightly with every step. Even so, Angus’s back remained straight. His posture stayed calm and elegant. Liesa watched Angus’s back and let out a quiet sigh. She thought, Liesa rubbed her temple lightly. She thought,

- Angeline- I have imagined my death so many times before. There are even times when I longed for it. But since my little angel came into my life, I stopped thinking about it. My thoughts slowly changed as I focused on the life that was slowly growing inside of me. My obsession with Stefan slowly calmed down. Even my longing for him to mark me as his Mate simmers down to the point where I can almost say that I no longer want it.