Angsty Books Novels & Stories

A woman’s cries filled the air, Zayn’s name on her lips, the wet sounds of their fucking unmistakable. My breath quickened, my body yearning for release, for the touch I craved. “He’s balls deep in my wife, Angel,”Adrian growled, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. “But it’s an orgy party, after all.” My cheeks flushed with shame as I realised the extent of Zayn’s involvement. “I—I can’t,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. Adrian’s finger slid from my mouth, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Yes, you can, Angel. Your nipples are hard, your juices soaking the bed. You want this, don’t you?” His words were a challenge, a demand that I confront her own desires.

In the meantime, if you haven't, you can be reading my other books on this app accordingly: - The Falling [Vol 1] & The Falling Of Us [Vol 2] (CEO & Family Drama) - The Retired Gang Leader (Mafia) - Hurt Me Again (Friends into lovers type of thing? I'm not sure lol but its definitely Angst) - Yes, Mr Daniels (Office Romance) Hope you do enjoy them. Stay Safe! Love ya!

Out of all people, why would she randomly mention Bryan? Bryan Samuel is Brandon's closest companion. They have been friends since childhood. Along with Sky Alberto, Anthon Gabriel, and Steven Sebastian, they form a group called the '5 Gold Pillars'. I have heard that this is the name they gave themselves as they grew up. They have been through a lot together and are more like brothers than friends. They would do anything for each other, especially Bryan. He plays a paternal role in their group. Despite all of them being billionaires and the most eligible bachelors in the world, Bryan is the richest and most influential among them. He is a TRILLIONAIRE!

A few people have said that my body starts heating with high temperature in anger. But, that man Ryan Castro was the only one who was able to tame me, my anger and I didn't know how. His touch was attractive, sensational and the never ending desire to me. I didn't know but he was able to make me forget my world and words. I sucked on my lips as I walked and opened my truck extremely slowly taking care not to wake Kate anyhow. I lied, that I didn't know where Angiopatra was. I took that sacred book with me. Or, I could say that I never left that book anywhere. Honestly, it wasn't a book but a long dark red cloth.

He stretches out his hands as he tries to explain but I grit my teeth in anger as I run my hands through my hair. “Oh yes, you did. You toyed, played with and crushed my feelings. How heartless? And to think I always hated being gay. You brought out those desires in me and now I can't sleep without yearning for your touch. I yearn for you, Nikolai…” I draw out in a deadpan voice and my eyes begin to moisten. Fucking tears. “You brought out those feelings in me and now you- you- fuck!!!” I curse loudly, pacing around the room and I grip my hair tight while stomping my feet angrily.

Rain hammered against the thin windows of Freya Lang’s shitty one-bedroom apartment. It was just past midnight, and the power had flickered out twice already. The whole building smelled like mold and stale takeout. At 25, Freya had hit rock bottom hard. Fired from her waitressing job two weeks ago, credit cards maxed, eviction notice taped to the door, and her family had finally cut her off for good. No money, no future, nothing left except the old leather-bound book she’d stolen from that weird antique store.

The new angle let him hit even deeper, the fat head of his cock battering her cervix with every thrust. He spanked her ass hard — SMACK! SMACK! — leaving bright red handprints on her flawless skin. Then he grabbed her long black hair like reins and pounded into her mercilessly. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass was loud and obscene — PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP! “Your cock is ruining me,” Ayra whimpered, face pressed into the sheets. “Don’t stop— I’m yours— use my pussy!”

My demons were eating and scratching at my sanity now, I would either end up snapping her neck in two before I could get the answers from her brazen act or keep my fucking calm and the second option was a death sentence because I could not keep that facade of calm when a viscous magma was awakened and rupturing deep within me in the form of vicious anger that seeped out of my skin and was treacherous enough that I could see the black and fucking red mist that engulfed my eyes. Standing in my gray sweatpants and a black singlet that exposed my Burly built and hugged it tightly, with the appearance of a sinister, viscous, violent God, my jaw ticking, my cock hardening from the intensity of the

ANGEL “I spent months in that hospital bed thinking about you.” His voice was darker now. A crazed glint flickered in his eyes, followed by a fury I’d never seen since I woke up in this hellhole. “Do you know what that’s like? To want someone so badly it feels like your skin is on fire? Like you’re burning from the inside out and the only thing that could put it out is a thousand miles away, fucking someone else? Letting him put his hands on what’s mine. Calling him Daddy like you’d forgotten I ever existed.”

“A man who fucks anyone and everyone who gets in his way.” His expression hardened. “I’m a widower. Who I fuck is none of your business. Why don’t you take the buyout and leave me to my bar?” He scoffed. “Anyway, you can talk, Mrs I’m-fucking-the-psycho-mafia-man.” Heat flared through her, anger tangled with something far more inconvenient. She ignored it. “We have to work together,” she said tightly. “Once my office is set up, I want to go over all the books.”