Angst Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

Fury surged through my veins, a primal rage that threatened to consume me entirely. Without hesitation, I made my way to the meeting with Beta King Tyler's family without much expectations of what they had to say. Anger burned within me, fueling my every step even when I tried to control myself. The storm brewing inside mirrored the tempest raging outside as if the elements themselves sensed the turmoil within my soul. The wind howled and the rain poured down relentlessly, amplifying the intensity of the situation.

There was anger, but also a sense of liberation. I took a bite of the burger, savoring the taste of is sweetness. Everywhere around me seemed quiet and dangerous as I glared around, searching for a place where I could find solace. The anger and frustration within me were like thunder rumbling in my chest, ready to burst forth at any moment. I stormed down the street, my eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity fueled by my emotions. The world seemed to reflect my internal turmoil, with dark clouds looming overhead and the wind howling through the empty streets. It was as if nature itself understood the storm raging within me.

I say nervously and his body adjust getting more interested. "Tell me, what exactly are you scared of?" Angel wasn't giving up. My heart ... You could take a little more of this explosive feelings. Once we got to the penthouse I could separate from him and breath well. Angel tilts my jaw upwards signaling to me to look at me which I manage to do. "Mmhmm? I asked a question." "The things you'd do."

is all I can come up with. “Oh, maybe you'll remember when you see my face on your big day,” Angelo informs me, and I can almost picture the sick smile on his face before he hangs up. I stand there, staring at the phone in my hand as my fingers tremble. I struggle to rub some heat into my system—I’m suddenly so cold. Everyone is out to make my life difficult, and this feels like my breaking point. I want to run into a closet, lock myself in, and hide, but I have a pair of the most adorable eyes that look up to me—I can't allow myself to be weak and let them down.

said Angela feeling a bit shy. “Um! I am a homebody kind of person. I go outside sometimes, but...” “Please give me your calling number or write it in this paper,” Angela quickly interrupted him give him a piece of paper and a pen. “You may contact me with that number,” she added by giving her a calling card together with the paper and pen.

“I am a character in this book and I deserve to have some fun with those two.” “Okay, if you says so.” She shrugs. The conversation almost ends there but my sister doesn’t let it, “Where is my story exactly?” “Oh. It is on a platform called N******t. I signed an exclusive contract there,” Ange Writes explains and my sister nods. “What exactly is N******t?” “The blue cat as my friends call it. It’s an online writing platform.” “So you earn from there?” I begin to look back and forth between them as they talk.

Full-blown аngеr is rаgіng thrоugh mе. Angеr аnd fеаr. IA іѕ сlеаrlу out fоr blооd. My blood. Sсhmіtt аttасkеd еvеrу wоrd I said. Hе turned everything аrоund. Hе аlmоѕt ѕuggеѕtеd I рlаnnеd thіѕ frоm thе ѕtаrt.

“What do I do to get you in the mood then? Shall I start rubbing your breasts with my bare hands or lick your laps, deep down your loins?” “Huh?” I only sighed. I was aroused and nothing could make me reject his impulse. He kept acting like there was an effect on us sleeping together at that moment—I wanted to know, so I gave in to him. A few seconds later, I unzipped my shirt and bent down, shaking my two breasts in front of Angus, trying to arouse him more and never let his seduction go down. I wanted him and I was even throwing myself towards him. “Do you see?” Angus asked me, smiling as he kissed the space between my breasts. “I'm sure you know obsession does not kill in the wolf's world

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I woke before the alarm, listened for a message that hadn’t come, and rehearsed the story I’d walk toward in the morning: she took the day; she took care of herself; she’ll be at the counter at nine with a look that could peel paint and a list of conditions I’ll accept with pleasure. Angel’s smirk at the end of the table tried to follow me into morning like a stray cat. I pushed it out. I made coffee for two out of defiance and habit. I put a lemon bar on a napkin and wrote for the human who breathes like a wolf because I am sentimental when no one is looking.