Angsty Novels & Stories

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!

Stormi stood up immediately. "Look at you, Aniston! You are not fine!" Stormi rubbed his face in frustration every single vein on his body popped out. "When are you going to understand that I am on your side? When will it dawn on you that I am your friend? Let me in, Aniston!" I turned sharply to look at him. My eyes bloodshot and glaring with rage, my fists clenched like I was in a fight for my life and my heart pounding like it was being operated by a mad drummer.

Angel looked him in the eye, cheeks flushed. Angry. “Yeah you bastard…” Tony’s grin twisted into something darker. Something possessive. “Good,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Because it’s mine now.” **

______________________________________________________________________ 💜Daniel💙 I'm very fast to anger. I've got the worst temper and everyone always criticize me of it. Except for my dad who I took it from, and my manager who says it's good for me to be able to charge at my opponent. Anyway, little things make me angry. But usually I get amused when I see Agnes threatening girls because of me. I find it as entertainment, seeing her fight so much for something she can never get. I should have known that she was going to come after Unugwa.

"If you can be happy because of me, then you stab me." "You don't deserve my stab. You are nothing in my heart. I won't use any emotion on you, so I don't even hate you. I just hate you very much." When she said this, Angela's hands, which were placed under the table, were tightly clenched. Her nails almost sank into the flesh of her palm. Only in this way could she keep her face calm. In fact, she hated him so much that she gave him a few slaps. When Stacy took out the milk, she happened to see her little movements. Although she was calm, the little movements of her body were enough to show that her heart was not as calm as it looked.

If he saw someone glaring, at me, he would glare right back at them tenfold. My stomach churned with warmth, in a good way, and it only intensified when I thought about Val. About how he wanted to fire everyone who was glaring and badmouthing me and how he was so nice. Why was I such a mess? I can't get involved with a guy especially not now. Not Mason and definitely not Val! And I still needed to figure out what Oli and Val were hiding from me. But I would figure that out later, right now, there was something else I need to worry about.

“I wanna ask something.” “Don’t make it too complicated to answer,” she said giving me a worried expression. “Don’t worry, it’s just simple.” “Okay, spill.” “What kind of a being is Angelo?”

she faked sob, patting her chest. "Awwwww Bell," Angelina cooed, giving her a side hug. "I need that" She sniffled, "The final project is fucking taking a toll on my brain like a jigsaw and it's finishing me. I need a long fucking, a hard and rough fucking which could burn off the frustrations hell out of me". Angelina's face widened as she choked on her spill and cleared her throat, "Ewwww," Angelina made a disgusted face, shaking her head. Her friend didn't have a filter or shame.

I snapped, angrily, advancing my glare towards him. "I'm not trying, Angel." Fuming, I folded my arms on my chest with my glare intact. "Really because right now, I feel like your face is already insulted and I don't need to insult you more." Burn! Take that Mr. Smarty Pants. Opposing my expectations, he laughed, richly. "I think you're objecting to your own thoughts." I narrowed my eyes at him, "What thoughts?"

he asked as he closed the gap I’d put between us. I might have let him keep going with his misguided rant, but the hurt I felt from his abandonment came pouring out in the form of anger. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could. Damn him, he didn’t budge an inch other than to look down at my hands as though he couldn’t believe I’d touched him. I opted to point an angry finger in his face instead. “Recognize who the hell you’re talking to, Isaac! I’m not one of these random ass little girls you’re used to dealing with, I’m a grown ass woman and unlike you, I don’t have a problem with doing what the fuck I want. And let’s be clear, there ain’t shit you can do about it. So u