Angst Meaning Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Just listening to him speak, it's obvious why the haters have labeled Alastaire a snob, while the fans consider him “the charming one” Even though all the boys met at a prestigious boarding school, Alastaire still sticks out – his accent and way of speaking make him sound like some kind of romantic aristocrat. An aristocrat who happens to have the palest blue eyes, an unusually beautiful face and a halo of burnished gold hair that literally makes him look like an angel from an old painting (hence his nickname – "The Angel".) He's really taken the whole angel thing on board, and started playing with a pure white electric guitar, embellished with two silver angel wings on the scratch-plate. It

he says gently, but I shake my head as I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. "No... because that would mean..." I begin to reply but stop myself. He frowns at my sudden change in tone and makes his way around so that he's standing next to me. He gently turns me around to face as he takes both of my hands into his softly. "Would mean what, Angel?" he asks cautiously, and I bite my lip before looking deep into his beautiful kind eyes. "That I was always meant to kill myself..." the words leave my lips so quietly, but I know he hears each one as he instantly wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a secure and comforting hug.

It was like I was trapped inside my own body, and no matter how much I tried to gasp for air, nothing seemed to fill my lungs. “Oh come on. She’s just being a drama quee-” “I wasn’t talking to you.” Angel cut her off. “I was talking to my friend.” Anita scoffed, looking from me to Angel and back. “Friend? You call this piece of trash a friend? She’s beneath you.” “No, she’s not!” Angel said, taking a step forward, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call her names.” “Why? Cause she’s your Alpha’s girl?”

“Mind you, it's not every day. Anytime I feel stressed, I always desire to spend the moment on you.” “Huh?” I said. “You're my sweetest obsession.” Angus claimed, his words creating an atmosphere of comfort around me. “I couldn't have found any joy or pleasure with any other woman as much as I do with you.” “But, don't you feel I am tired sometimes you just decide to bounce on me?” I raised another question, my face feigning a kind of unusual seriousness. “What do you say?” “I am here to stretch your nerves and cool your loins.” He returned, smiling at me.

Angelo tried to get Anton’s attention because Aimie’s older brother suddenly went silent in the corner, as if he was thinking deeply about some serious things. “I’m wondering if either I should put you inside a mental hospital or feed you to the vultures.” Anton seriously said to his younger sister as he anchored his arm tightly around Aimie’s neck: which caused his younger sister to be annoyed by such actions. “Hey, hey. Why are you so brutal, you ugly face that looks like a frog.” Angelo was having difficulty in saying words- as his head was tightly held- in Anton’s arm. “Are you serious about me looking like a frog?” And Anton tightened his arms even more- locking Aimie’s head in his arm.

- 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.

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

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.

Are you an angel of death? He smirked at me and replied in a husky voice "Angel of death, ha? I can be with pleasure" saying this he brought his face closer to mine, as I witnessed his blue eyes turning blood red color and wait what? I could see two pointy things coming out parting his lips. He opened his mouth revealing his dangerous fangs and he bent down to find a spot on my neck. "H-he iiis a-a Va-Vamp-ppi-Vampire?" My eyes grew wide in horror,

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.