Angst Novels & Stories

"No. I want to be the cause of your fading voice, no one else." Angelo tied his hair up into a mini man bun . It was thick and the length of his hair wasn't that long It was medium . " You're the one with the fading voice , I was outside jogging . Boy do you have a set of lungs on you. Thank goodness the walls are thick enough. " "I will add addictive to that list. " "You have list?" " yes I promise to share later . "

ANGER. A strong feeling of displeasure, hostility or antagonism towards someone or something, usually combined with an urge to harm. Anna Davenport had felt this way severally whenever she heard some of the stories some of her traumatic patients had been through and how she desperately wished she could teach the assailants a lesson. Her day hadn’t stated so great as she kept getting involved with Dylan Blake, the current director of her hospital but the patient in front of her just tops it all. She stares at the 17year old teenage boy seated in front of her, looking lost in his own world.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

A cold aura emits on him, he was pissed off because of his filthy attitudes of his. The room went dead silent again, after a few moment of pause, Azure stood and anger shines old his eyes. Pak! He slapped Wendels face brutally. The slap was loud and crisp, it has such a magnitude that Wendel was sent out flying a few meters away. He landed with a loud thud! A few of Wendel's teeth flew out from his mouth, which was spurt a mouthful blood. His whole face was contorted in pain.

“Oh, I believe it is. You are angered so much about not finding anyone, that it’s putting a block on your sexual drive. You are sad about it and covering it up with so much anger so that no one can see that you are vulnerable” “I’m not vulnerable. I never was. Not since I’ve been a vampire.” The last thing Samson wanted to feel was vulnerability. To him it was synonymous with weakness. If the doctor wasn’t careful with his accusations, he’d soon find himself at the receiving end of Samson’s displeasure. Maybe a physical fight would relieve his frustrations.

Complete darkness everywhere. She started panicking and her heart started to sink in the darkness around her. She was nyctophobic. Her heartbeat increased and her hands started shaking. It was getting difficult to breathe with every passing second. With trembling hands, she tried turning on the flashlight of her phone. She was struggling to do it with sweaty hands when it started to ring, an unknown number on the screen. Her heart began to race and sweat drops formed on her forehead. She was thinking about whether to pick up the phone or not when someone knocked on the door. A cold wave ran through her body.

His voice hinted naughtiness and immediately a loud growl was heard on the other side. "Who is it?" Alexander's voice was mixed with feelings of both anger and protectiveness. Amara instantly looked around and there was nobody. She immediately knew whose voice it belonged. With each passing day and every second her anxiety increased. She was so emotionally dependent upon Alexander. "I'm into a lot of problem here Alex. I need your help." Amara's tone sounded much anguished and distressed. She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue,

She hauled back into the headboard, clutching the covers more tightly to her chest, forcing air in her lungs as she felt her throat tightening around itself. He looked stoic, his walls impeccably concealing his emotions but she was caught off guard when she sniffed the anger out of air. And when she cared to look more keenly, the twitch in his jaw only confirmed it. His rage, like always, was unexplainable. And just like several times before, probably someone else had evoked it. It didn't matter nevertheless. It only took her existence around to make her the victim. She was sure even if she all but slightly breathed in his presence, he'd still direct his frustration towards her.

On the first ring, Ruri answered his call. "Aunt, is cherry home ?" The countenance of Langit turned, his hands clenched in frustration. He'll just end up the call after he got the answer to his question. Cherry hasn't come home yet, of course it made Langit chaotic. Langit closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm down and think clearly. But, the thought of Cherry coming home drunk a while ago left him without his way, Langit lost his mind. Fear, worry, anxious, mixed into one.

I do my best to stay calm and keep my face emotionless. “Well, aside from you drifting off for a couple of minutes after I asked you to pledge to my pack, you’ve been more nervous since walking in here today. Your heart rate is all over the place. I can hear it from here. So, I’ll ask you one more time. What aren’t you telling me?” Shit, he’s even more observant than I thought. I know Darius is smart, and I’m usually calm under pressure, but he has me so rattled. I’m feeling such a maelstrom of emotions. I’m feeling anxious, guilty, angry, uncertain. “I…I can’t pledge to your pack, Darius.” I tell him bluntly. I cross my arms in front of my chest and sit up straighter.