Angsty Books Novels & Stories

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

Matteo’s POV The whiskey burned down my throat. A trail of fire danced with the rage simmering within me. The glass in my hand was chilled to perfection, but nothing seemed able to curb the heat rising from within my chest. Smoke curled around me, a mist of frustration and fury. A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala.

Chapter 1 The bell above the door jingles, as I step inside Ink & Steel, the scent of antiseptic and leather hitting me before the air conditioning does. My fingers twitch around the strap of my purse, knuckles whitening. The shop’s all black walls and filled with neon It feels like I’m about to throw up. But here I am, Sunny fucking Carter, twenty-four years old and sweating through my tank top because I’m actually doing this. Getting my pussy pierced.

he says gently, but I shake my head as I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. "No... because that would mean..." I begin to reply but stop myself. He frowns at my sudden change in tone and makes his way around so that he's standing next to me. He gently turns me around to face as he takes both of my hands into his softly. "Would mean what, Angel?" he asks cautiously, and I bite my lip before looking deep into his beautiful kind eyes. "That I was always meant to kill myself..." the words leave my lips so quietly, but I know he hears each one as he instantly wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a secure and comforting hug.

Daylan and Anthony said at the same time. Daylan starred at the picture of his naked body tapped to the wall, every wall was covered with pictures of every women he had taken out with ever since he came to Africa till date including his sexual encounters everything was on display leaving no room for privacy, Faye's pictures with Daylan were plastered everywhere and her single picture was plastered at the far end corner of the room canceled with a red marker. "Fuck!" Daylan swore, " this woman is really sick" Anthony exhaled, " this lady is really obsessed with you and that has turned her to a sick psychopath, she really needs help.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

Fuck all of it. The wolf rose up snarling, filling my chest with fire. They cage mate. They hurt mate. We burn it all down. Every tower, every law, every elder who dares stand between us and her. I grabbed my phone, hands shaking with rage I couldn't unleash. Not yet. Not until I had something to hit. Marcus answered on the second ring. "Alpha." "I need you to do something off the books." I kept my voice low, even though no one was listening. Even though the walls had ears in this place. "Something that could cost us both everything."

The sound of a book slammed shut echoes through the empty library. "You and I are done here Ange," said Alinta with blushing cheeks, an unsatisfied groan sounded in her head. "I am tired of these books! They start off so promising, and then it's a sex fest, where yet again the heroine proves to be a weakling, and the guy wins her heart; though I can predict he is going to stuff up a few more times before they become one and hopefully live happily ever after." "I see those red cheeks," Angela hissed spitefully.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.