Angst Prompts Novels & Stories

He didn't care anymore wether it was forbidden or not because his crave for her has resurfaced, and the problem with his own is that his craving is mixed with his madness bloodline which means his bloodline would be activated almost every time his craving appeared which means every time he is with her, as he thought about the angel god naked body positioning itself for his monster he moaned and squeezed his monster and shivered from the pleasure, his pumping increased as he pumped his monster faster and faster, his long hair down over his shoulder almost reaching his hips, he has been trying his hair for a long time that even him forgot why he always ties it, and it was because it was too lo

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

CHAPTER SEVEN CHRISTINE’S POV “So what do you think of this one?” Angela asked while holding out her phone with a profile picture of a man in a fitted navy suit, leaning against a shiny black car. He looks decent enough with clean cut , tall and confident smile. But something about his bio makes me cringe and roll my eyes. “I work hard, play hard and love spontaneous adventures??, seriously ? that sounds like “I’ll disappear for two week without an explanation Angela laughs, scrolling past him. “Okay, I think that’s fair enough. What about this one?” She shows me another guy. This one’s a Blonde, slightly older, and standing on a golf course with a golden retriever.

he growled, the sound vibrating straight to my clit. I opened my eyes. His were flickering yellow again, fangs peeking just a little. I tried to close my legs, suddenly aware of how shameless I was, how desperately I was begging without words. His grip tightened, keeping me spread wide and exposed. “I want you to touch yourself, Angela,” he said, voice low and filthy. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on your fingers while I hold you open. Show me how wet you are for me. Show me what I do to you.”

“Ohh~..that’s it…that’s what I like!…Damn, Angela!…such a good fucking wife you are!…FUCK!….…that’s it, my lovely wife…take it deep!…I want to feel my cock down your fucking throat!…Hmmm!..Hmmm!..” “PAK!..PAK!!..Hmmmm~..sslllluurrrppp!…huk!…huk!….ssllluurrppp!!~…ahhh!..ahhh….Guk!..GUK!….SLlllluurrpppp!!~..”. (Angela)

I don't know why, but they just won't stop falling. “You have the nerve to do something that would lead to a fight between two enemies. Yet, you go further to defy my orders…” Don Angelo's voice is too scary. I am cold. Too cold to hear anything. All I know is that I am in trouble. He has not looked that scary before. At least, not since our meeting at Velvet Steam. He has been angry before, but this one is pure rage. I can see undisguised fury in his eyes. What is going on? What's my punishment going to be?

Angelo growled in annoyance and I acted again by spitting in his face. "You!" He grabbed my neck. "What, huh! Slap me, torture me, and surely no one will want my body full of wounds." I said shouting. There are no people in this basement, everyone is busy working. Just a row of silent cars couldn't help me against these bastards. I will be thrown into that place again. A place full of depraved people whose brains only contain fantasies of women's crotch and breasts. He turned to pulling my hair so hard that I groaned in pain.

Angela's eyes watered due to his ruthless pressure. He thrusted his face closer to hers, making her recoil in fear. She should have become used to his outbursts but she wasn't. "But you know what happens when I lose my shit, don't you, Angel? People die. Dare to disobey me again and I promise I'll show you how worse I can get," he warned her in his scariest voice. His eyes burned into hers. His held unadulterated fury and hers shock and dread.

The look of rage on her face sent shivers down my spine. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Vanessa screamed. She growled like a rabid beast before it pounced, and suddenly she rushed towards me, her blinding speed fueled by her rage. She knocked me to the ground with enough force to dislocate my shoulder. "I wanted you to help me! Why not help me!?" She yelled as she pummeled me. "I won't help you destroy humanity! You can't decide people's fates, you're not a god Vanessa!" I screamed back.

I asked after we were in a room full of wall hangings. There were motivational posters, abstract doodles, and a wall dedicated to a grid of plans and photos. Angga laughed when he saw the screenshot of our video call that I had printed out clipped to one of the grids. Yes, I'm actually that cute with Angga. Since when? I don't know. It's hypocritical that Angga is comfortable with me. Even worse, when I'm with him, I can't stay still. If he doesn't touch me, I touch him. Very addictive.