Angst Meaning Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

"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

I jammed my fist into my mouth and bit down hard, muting my harsh screams. A hand fisted my hair and snapped my head up. Angela's blue eyes were gleaming with fury. "A little friend of mine told me you were sneaking around with my king...." Her hand tightened, sending pain spiralling around my scalp. She gritted out, "What the f*ck did I tell you?" Pain became a living thing within me, pulsing with a horrid vengeance that made me numb to everything else for a while. Once what she said registered, I pushed out painfully, "I....am not.... trying t...t-to have a--"

his wife run inside "come on baby, it's just a birthmark on our baby, not an instrument for your research" he ignore her and continue searching, he stop at a particular weird-looking book "yes" he murmur, he open the book, I saw the picture of a Phoenix I saw something like Dracula royalty and something about reborn..... he close the book as his wife move closer, he places on her a hard stare "people that believe in coincidence are people that live in ignorant," he says, even as an angel I have to think deep on that, the Duke speaks like a scholar

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.

Through ancient tales passed down by elders and fragments of dreams that whispered of a forgotten past, I pieced together a story that sent shivers down my spine. In a hidden chamber of knowledge, guarded by the pack's ancient chronicles, I unearthed a revelation that would forever change our perception of reality. Alpha Damien and I shared a lineage, an ancestral connection that spanned generations. We were not merely two wolves brought together by circumstance, but rather a fated pair destined to confront the forces that threatened our pack.

Out loud, I just nodded. “Well,” I said calmly, “good luck with that.” She gave me a tired smile. “Thanks for the support.” “Don’t get used to it.” I slipped out before she could ask anything else. Dirty Angels was already alive when I arrived. Music thumped through the walls, lights pulsed across the crowd, and the usual collection of beautiful people had gathered to drink, flirt, and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. The whole glamorous circus was out to play.

I can feel myself becoming wetter than ever before. " You are dripping wet, aren't you, angel?" Cliff asks. I don't answer. I close my eyes as Lance pinches my nipple again. I open them again, and I gasp at the way they are looking at me. I want them, and they know it. I move my hand towards my clit and touch myself.

I asked, hoping to start a conversation. If possible, her eyes grew brighter behind the thick-rimmed glasses. “It is God of Fury,” she said excitedly. I wasn't a fan of books but I could tell Angela was really into that lifestyle. “What is it about?” "Okay, so..." She closed the book, narrating animatedly about two polar opposite male characters who are the epitome of, ‘grumpy x sunshine,’ according to her. She told me how great their chemistry was even though one kept denying his feelings because he hated himself. I watched her gesture wildly as she explained that her favorite character was Nikolai even though she related more with Brandon.

00Hey, the adult s feelings are really complicated, he must not fall in love when he grows up. 00He looked up at Angela. In the end, he didn't say anything, but he held her hand tightly back, "Aunt Stacy Stacy is not alone, and I am." 00Angela looked back and squeezed his face. This stinky boy was too warm today, and her heart was cold. 00"Don't talk about sensationalism anymore. Why is it the same as your mommy? It's the same appointment, but it's her son." Angela pretended to be fierce, afraid that she could not help crying.