Angst Poses Novels & Stories

“OK, I want you to get on your stomach, pinup style. To keep your ass away from the blood, let’s put your chest there. Baby, you can get up now. You did great.” Sidney peeled herself from one location in the sheets and stuck herself down in the next. “Yes, OK, perfect,” Brady continued. “Now, prop your chin up on your bloody hands and cross your ankles. You know the pose I’m talking about? I want to get a hint of ass in there. Right there! Now, make it creepy.”

The dark, fitted shirt he wore without a suit clung to him perfectly, especially since the sleeves were rolled up at an elbow, emphasizing the strength of his arm muscles when he made a fist. "She said she didn't want to, she really insisted!" Angga attempted to cover the entirety of Maureen's body behind him, defiantly turning back the frightening glare that was directed at him. "Who are you?" challenged Darren. His red eyes bulged. The dark lines at the edges suggested the bruised-faced man had not slept well. Not to be deterred, Angga took a step forward, puffing out his chest very boldly. "Who are you? Maureen didn't say she was in a relationship."

“Look! Another yummy piece of meat.” One of them jeers, his words dripping with lewdness and disrespect. The crude remark ignites a surge of anger within me, fueling my resolve to protect Stella and put an end to their despicable behavior. I frown at them, my fists clenched with anger, wanting to beat the soul out of them. I position myself in a southpaw stance, ready to defend myself and protect Stella from their advances. The adrenaline courses through my veins, heightening my senses as I prepare to confront the perpetrators and stand my ground.

Now, Austin is taking Jenny’s classes. He is explaining the concepts one after another. He is using a pen while writing notes and explaining to her, making eye contact with her. Sometimes he is rolling the pen between his fingers, and at the moment, he looks so hot. He is bending down on a bed at 90°. The first of three buttons on his shirt are opened, and his chest is rising and falling down, showing the fitness of his bold chest. The lean angle of his cheekbones and his strong jaw looked like they could have been sculpted by an artist.

Angela quietly observed the two pieces of see through net fabric, a strapless top with a bum short. She looked up at Antonio, who was watching her expectantly. "What is this?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Do you need glasses?” "I'm not wearing it. It's far too revealing.” Angela said slowly. “Well you will, right now in front of me,I told you so”. Antonio's face darkened, his eyes narrowing. Angela stood there helplessly,unable to make up any more excuses. She pulled the towel off her body,trying not to tear up.

Denver kneels and puts his arms on the back of his head. Angelito notices that his head his aligned on his crotch. He gives an enigmatic smile out of his amusement and excitement. “I will help and forgive you if you suck me good.”

PENELOPE'S POV~ I saw rage building in Angus, it was like watching a volcano about to erupt. His eyes turned from a warm brown to a dark, steely gray, and I could see the tendons in his neck tensing with the effort of controlling his anger. His teeth clenched together, grinding against each other with a terrifying intensity. He took a step forward, as if he were about to pounce, and the snarl that escaped his lips sent a chill down my spine.

she asked. "We're looking for elegant here," I said. "Elegant poses go with the classic beauty thing you have going. Sit on the end of the bed. Look back at me over your shoulder. Arch your back a little. That plays counter to the curves of your bottom. Now, both arms back on the bed, bracing you. Nice. I've got this angled to show your breast from the side. You have real curves, and this pose shows them all off." "You've done this before," she said, sitting. "Is this what you mean? Am I doing this right?"

Angelo, thinking about the old man again, brought a heavy sigh and exhaled it heavily, a little bit depress. His beautiful black phoenix eyes was inexplinaxly dull for a moment when he stared at Peerce face that a confused expression was visibly written into its refined and sharp face, his mood dampened more after seeing this. Inhaling and exhaling once again, he gathered up his courage and straightened up his back. His short frame with nearly 184 cm height or 1.84 m, despite the thin and slender body had a moment of determined arrogance with a little bit of dominance as a quick thought flash through his mind.

In that stark moment, she understood: the calm was a mere prelude, and the storm had finally unleashed its fury. Dynasty’s piercing gaze locked onto Angela, who perched on the edge of her sleek marble desk like a striking silhouette. Her eyes flickered momentarily to Angela’s wild, untamed coils of hair, which framed her face and harmonized with the bold animal print of her silk blouse. Angela’s full, usually playful lips were set in a firm line, reflecting the moment's weight.