Novel & Cerita Angst In Fanfiction

A I passed the card to Damien and saw as his expression changed “Fucking son of a bitch” He raked his hair with his hands and i could see he was clearly frustrated, so was it *We can’t have a normal relationship without Angela creating chaos or secret Admirer buzzing up in our business I sat on the couch, burying my head over my hands Damien sat beside me, pulling me into his chest. We sat down there without speaking and just breathing I clung unto his waist and he stroked my hair What do we do concerning this Angela situation, what if she is actually pregnant, Damien would certainly have to get married to her and what would happen to me?

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

I almost had your father call an ambulance" " Am sorry" " You should be, did you fall down or something? how did you faint?" Angy frowned. She didn't remember falling down, but she could remember the immense feeling of Fear she had thought before have vision went dark " A devil" " A what?" " Mum! There was a devil in my room!" Angy panicked The gorgeous male had come back again. Why did he suddenly show up? And what was this funny taste in her mouth? She didn't remember taking anything sweet before

Sylvester said, his voice came out ragged as a result of his anger. Angelina's lips quivered a little and it wasn't because of fear, that she was very much sure of, was it ......anticipation?? She hated when someone claimed her but here she was, burning inwardly with an unknown desire. "Your p*ssy, your ass, your br3asts, They are all mine" Dante's words echoed around her head and though, they were very similar to what sylvester had said, she always felt fear creeping into her skin pores anytime dante said so.