Angsty Novels & Stories

Sylvester said, his voice came out ragged as a result of his anger. Angelina's lips quivered a little and it wasn't because of fear, that she was very much sure of, was it ......anticipation?? She hated when someone claimed her but here she was, burning inwardly with an unknown desire. "Your p*ssy, your ass, your br3asts, They are all mine" Dante's words echoed around her head and though, they were very similar to what sylvester had said, she always felt fear creeping into her skin pores anytime dante said so.

She snarled, "And you, stupid girl! What do you think we were saying? You're delusional and stupid if you think we were saying anything that concerns you! Eavesdropping on others’ conversation! Penelope you're so disgusting!” My anger boiled as Avery kept hurling curses and shouting at me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Angus's fists move, and I was instantly alerted, my gaze drawn to him. His expression was extremely ugly, his eyes so dark with loathing that I knew how much he was aching for an opportunity to bury me six feet under. "Stop shouting, woman!" he roared at Avery, who jerked back in shock. "You're about to make my ears bleed, stop!"

I frown. "I know you are inlo-" I cut him off. "Actually I'm happy for you Angelo at least you will stop being a male little whore sticking that dick anyone that fits and get settled down." I gush out before hanging up. I quickly receive a text. you forget you used to accommodate this dick. - Angelo what an Asshole. I think to myself before closing my eyes. Hopefully my babies don't get introduced to a strumpet (prostitute). Yaya is a stupid name.

Okao, the gamma, commented. Anger is what he was feeling all over his system. Not for his best friends, beta, and gamma but on his own. He is angry because everything they say was right. He made a big mistake this time. And he can't think of a way to correct it. So, he did nothing when the two stood up and stormed out of the room. He was left inside his office alone, causing him to slap his desk because of too much emotions he was feeling.

Ashanti My back hits the wall as Mason pounds into me violently “Oh fuck…yes yes yes” I'm blabbing, Fuck he fucks so good “You're so fucking tight” he groaned, as he lifts my right legs and hiked them up his hips, twisting and fucking me so rough, so dirty. “Fuckkk, right there” “C'mon” his voice is hoarse, he maneuvers his hands and presses his thumb on my clit, I see fucking stars behind my eyes.

ANGER. A strong feeling of displeasure, hostility or antagonism towards someone or something, usually combined with an urge to harm. Anna Davenport had felt this way severally whenever she heard some of the stories some of her traumatic patients had been through and how she desperately wished she could teach the assailants a lesson. Her day hadn’t stated so great as she kept getting involved with Dylan Blake, the current director of her hospital but the patient in front of her just tops it all. She stares at the 17year old teenage boy seated in front of her, looking lost in his own world.

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

My eyes blazed, my throat burning as fury erupted like a volcano, my heart pounding with a primal need to lash out. “Your job?” I roared, my hands trembling as I shoved him back, my pulse racing so fast it blurred my vision. “You let Austin walk free! You let him take my kids! If you’d locked him up after the fire, my children wouldn’t be out there with that monster!” My stomach churned, my eyes stinging with hot, angry tears as I stepped closer, my throat raw with the weight of their incompetence. Stiles pulse faltered, his eyes narrowing, his heart resolute but shaken.

“Not in the mood, Zane.” “Come on, Orion,” he says, leaning closer, his voice low. “Don’t tell me you’re still mad.” I can feel the anger boiling up, but I keep my voice steady. “Get lost.” Zane laughs softly. “You always were fun to mess with. It’s cute how easy you are to rile up.” I down my whiskey in one gulp, slamming the glass on the bar. “You’ve got two seconds to fuck off.” Zane leans back in his stool, the smirk never leaving his face. “Or what? You’ll throw me into another wall?”

“Why am I always clenching my asshole when you’re around these guys, Wrath?” Gage barked out a laugh. “Maybe Wrath’s the common denominator. He has some Hudson tendencies.” Weasel cupped his groin. “Nobody can have Hudson tendencies like Hudson. He’s just fucking unhinged.” “He told me about flaying that biker’s balls. It’s an interesting concept. I might have to try it the next time I’m asking questions nicely.” Jake laughed and motioned to Devon Longshire. “Get him in the van, Weasel. Your balls are safe tonight.”