Angsty Books Novels & Stories

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

Then she sucked on it, groaning when the taste reached the back of her throat. So fucking perfect… We tore each other’s clothes off, too eager and too willing to get each other naked. It was so wrong, and we both knew it. The anger, the hurt, and the pain--- we both just wanted to feel something else… So we fucked! I pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her. Her face, still flushed with anger, was just as beautiful as the goddess of old. Her rage brought thunder and hurricanes, her wrath able to bring even the mightiest mountain to its knees!

Her heart hammered in her chest. Mr. D'Angelo screamed in pain. "What's happening?" she shouted as she raced faster, passing the second floor and heading up to the third were the D'Angelo's bedroom was. "Curtains!" howled Mr. D'Angelo. "Close them! Hurry." Britney burst onto the top floor and raced into their bedroom. Her eyes widened in shock. Mr. D'Angelo hung naked from the wall by manacles. His body thrashed. His face was blacked and burned by the first rays of golden light peaking through the room.

The only thing she should feel for that asshole is intense hatred. That f**k boy, I wish that was me. I would teach him a lesson. I grab my pillow and scream into it. That book pissed me off. I feel my anger dissipate as I breathe steady breaths. I should stop thinking of this and go to sleep. I look at the time; it’s 11:05 pm. I have work in the morning, at a coffee shop, I’m 21, no college education, and books are my only escape from my sad reality, but I had to find the one book that made me angry tonight.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

Chapter 21 Note: Adult content. (Mezeli) a.k.a Jane "hmmmmm", a sexy voice pumping hard above him. "hmm how long will you last for me baby?", she's on top of him grinding her hips into his hardness while her hands were pressing around her huge breast. "ohhhhh...Ahhhhh!!! I love this feeling. Can you feel my wetness inside baby? Hmmmmm... You're very hard and it drives me crazy", she said in between her loud moans.

Stormy started, a wolfish grin on his muzzle. He did have a point; Angeline was beautiful, and smelt so good. Except she wasn’t the same she-wolf I met a few days ago, and I could feel something changed in her. She looked tense, rugged, and extremely angry. The light of her pretty blue eyes was replaced by both emptiness and an unfamiliar fire. “Stop it, Stormy! She already thinks I am a perv!” I demanded. “I will try. I am thinking about your granny in a bikini, it always helps me to keep Stormy Junior down!” he replied. The crazy mutt even named my p.enis after himself!

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

I- i fuck! My thoughts were also disorganized, I couldn't think properly as it was everywhere. “ Why! Why?!” I screamed, begging for them to help me but they just watched as I burnt from the heat and wanted for more. Anita stood, her hands folded as she looked at me with a smirk to show that she was the boss and the one in charge. Annabelle noticed, rolling her hands that were on my core as I felt my juices squirt harder and gush everywhere. “ Let me show you heaven.” She said sweetly. Anita’s voice rang out, making the atmosphere heavy, “ No!”