Novelas y relatos de Angst

I had seen that spark of defiance in her eyes on multiple occasions. Once I made it to my room, I made a beeline for the shower. My body held so much frustration and tension. I wanted to hunt down the motherfucker that had spiked Miranda's drink. Just thinking about the number of innocent girls the piece of shit probably took advantage of had my vision blurring with anger. I loathed those types of people — the types that preyed on the weak.

It tastes sweet, not salty because my fucking anger has now overpowered my entirety. My blood is boiling, my bones are in the midst of breaking, my heart is racing, and my soul seems to come out of my body just to choke this woman in front of me until she remains breathless. I cannot fathom everything in me…I am anxious at the same time desperate. And willing to divulge any secrets that are left locked in my heart. “I am left with nothing now, with no one to lean on.” I don’t know why I am acting like a damsel in distress in front of her where in fact I am more of a whore in extreme worries.

That jerk was smiling brightly. He tightened the grip of his hand and it was getting difficult to eat. There were butterflies in my stomach. I was having Goosebumps and suddenly he started moving his hand slowwwly from my palm to wrist till elbow. THUD! I heard the sound which made Josh release my hand and saw Joshua standing with the most angry look over his face. Aunt asked him. “Where are you going? Are you done already?” He replied without turning back “yea I have had enough”

Why did she seem to get even angrier with him because of what he said? The three of them became quiet even more but now that the driver could feel the awkwardness between his two companions, he couldn't help but look back. The woman who was just looking out the window straining to restrain herself from turning her neck and the man who looked confused and didn’t know the reason why that was happening. Due to the weight of the atmosphere that the driver felt, he immediately turned on the car radio, as if he was just listening to music but a voice familiar to Danica greeted the three of them.

Ashanti I know what it means to be prey. I lived the life of prey for seven years. Seven bloody years. When I escaped, I live a life of prey, looking over my shoulders, developing high sensitivity to my environment, being camouflaged, and mostly being defensive or tried to be. I'd tried to act tough and pretend I wasn't shitting in my pants, but I was, as I grew older, I realize that being a predator comes with a certain satisfaction.

"Wait,what did you just say? You mean James St Patrick is the man that you smashed his Lamborghini yesterday?" "You are in alot of danger,girl!" Paz yelled as she nervously walked up and down in the living room "To be clear,I did not wreck his car ,I am not afraid since it is simply scratched. It is the way he looks at me that scares me." Says Angela as she bites on her lower lip and fiddle with her fingers "Can you tell me hoq he looks at you?" Paz asked

finally left my hair with a jerk ) I was shocked, scared and for some weird reason turned on . My heart was thumping in my chest so loudly and so fast that I thought it will burst out any second. I was having some difficulty to breathe normally and I was overall trembling..... Just what was that? And why? "Do not have any high expectations Angel, I am not a trustworthy person" "Why would you say that? I know you wo-" "You do not Angel. You. Do. Not. Know. Me. "

Ella was infuriated to the core. Hey, the frame was shivering. Her brain was vibrating. Her entire system was shaking not because of fear but because of extreme anger. Who gave these bastards the audacity to try to implicate her like this? She returns her focus to her dad in anger.

London: Something was wrong; I could feel it. I was exceptionally angsty, anxious, worried, and troubled. It was like every cell in my body could sense something bad happening, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. Thus, I remained pacing around my room, downing glass after glass of whisky and vodka, occasionally smashing the glass, and growling whenever the feelings peaked.

**** Alex stood still, immobilized by the rage within him. He couldn’t move for close to thirty minutes, his mind a chaotic storm. His face was twisted into a mask of fury and pain, his nostrils flared, and a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. It was a sound filled with vengeance, a warning that a storm was coming, and it would bring destruction. His fists opened and closed, almost crushing the device in his hand with his grip. Every part of him radiated lethal intent. He would stop at nothing to find those responsible and make them pay. Alex wasn’t just angry; he was a force of nature, ready to bring hell on earth.