Angst Novels & Stories

The duo huddled together for warmth in the cosy sofa. Miriam was quite tipsy from the shots of whisky and cigarettes as she curled up in Ben's arms. She felt a rage of emotional turbulence brewing within her while she struggled to free herself from the impact of the day's mix of events. Slowly, she removed herself from Ben's arms and staggered to her feet--still feeling the impact of alcohol. Ben followed suit hoping to steady her as she made to move away from the sofa. He grabbed her hips from behind and pressed his body against hers.

And with so many other problems in my life the least I could do is keep the stability of my company to its standards. Running around the streets of New York, my sweat staining my forehead as I increased the pace of my running. My anger fueled me and I was about to cross an empty street as my knees started burning. Since I had checked that the street was empty I steadied myself to catch my breath. Damn me... Seconds before I could look at the car's direction and move away, I thought I was going to die. My life flashed before my eyes and I prayed I wouldn't burn in hell....

His eyes which were the colour of blood raked down at her form as if studying her nervous posture " Go" He spoke dismissively in that low voice that made shivers run down her spine Angy turned around and hurried her way up the flight of stairs feeling his burning gaze following each step she took By the time she was leaning against the closed door of her bedroom, her breaths her in pants and her underwear completely soaked. What the hell was wrong with her?! She had never felt such strong urges towards someone like this before, and she was fucking nineteen! She was way past her hormone driven years

“Why are you talking like you're Mr. Valcarcel in the first place? You know a lot. Are you Mr. Valcarcel?” My straightforwardness made him flinch after hearing my words. He felt his mind blank and secretly clenched his fist until he could feel its liquid. Angus opened his mouth as his eyes were trembling in nervousness. “I-I... what's wrong with me talking like this? It's not like my words are false.” I stared at him for a minute which almost made Angus' breath hitch. He started sweating even though he wasn't exercising. His eyes couldn't even look at me directly and kept on averting my gaze.

Yet my heart could sense that domineering aura hugging me already making me feel weak in my knees. The word 'sorry' was on the tip of my tongue but I didn't want to say it. There was a battle going on within me. To apologize or not to apologize. Every single body cell of mine, every sane part of my brain, every hair that now stood erect because of the goosebumps surfacing on my body, screamed and screamed aloud to utter a sorry. But this stubborness within me didn't want me to submit to him. Again. Again! No matter how much of the fear had been developed within me for him, still that fear couldn't completely kill that part of mine. The ferociousness and intensity was lessened to a remarkable

Fuck’s sake, it would have been hell for anyone to handle. “Angelina, if Dante comes out and sees you like this, he would be more broken than he already is. You know that he needs all the support that he could get at this point” Anastasia said, trying to calm the woman down. Angelina’s heart raced, and breathing heavily, she gasped before I felt her body grow heavier. I frowned in confusion and made her sit down before cupping her cheeks, making her look at me. Now was not the time for her to be having a panic attack.

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.

Get the hell were they bashing on me. With a snarl, the brown wolf smirked, and the realisation dawned on me. Fucker! Aaron must have gotten them to say this shit to both distract and humiliate me. Another hot ripple of rage swelled in my chest. “Dora, let me mind-link Aaron.” “Angeline, that’s not a good idea.” “I have to!” I had to tell him a mouthful, spill the rage and darkness out before it suffocated me and weighed so much in my chest that it would dominate my reality.

Chapter 51 Death In New York~ L'Angelo's I had never been this anxious in all my life of Twenty Eight years, I was one with the power, with the anger, with everything. I've never feared a man, never nervous, never curious about a thing cause if I want to know- I'd know. But she was slowly jeopardizing my life. I had tried countless times to push her away but the more I do,the more she comes back quickly, kicking me off my feet.

Powerful. Lethal. He always just comes out on top, the men of la famiglia fear him so I just expected him to remain undefeated. An explosion? A fire? I don’t know how to wrap my head around that. People get blown apart, or burnt to a crisp. I just can't. I want to stay positive but my mind drags on and on. Angel must sense my panic because he starts crying. Placing his legs at my hip, my hand cradling the back of his head. I try to soothe him but fear and frustration gawns at me and I begin to cry as well.