Angsty Novels & Stories

Not just angry—he looks murderous. What the fuck is this, then?

My teeth gritted in irritation and all I wanna do now is pull their hairs until these kids are crying for thier mommies. "Shut the fuck up," I growled in anger and I felt Astra stiffened beside me. The teenagers looked back at us, confused and visibly scared from the tone of my voice. "The three of you are so loud and annoying. Fucking shut up and go home to your math homeworks. I'm sure you idiots are failing school with that kind of mindset."

Are you an angel of death? He smirked at me and replied in a husky voice "Angel of death, ha? I can be with pleasure" saying this he brought his face closer to mine, as I witnessed his blue eyes turning blood red color and wait what? I could see two pointy things coming out parting his lips. He opened his mouth revealing his dangerous fangs and he bent down to find a spot on my neck. "H-he iiis a-a Va-Vamp-ppi-Vampire?" My eyes grew wide in horror,

Heavy breathing turns into a low groan. Angel ignores me. Her fingers travel past my injury, reaching higher, and slowly move to my groin. My hand stops hers. "No," I say sternly. She's so damn bratty and in need of a spanking. Her slow, sensual smile tells me that's exactly what she wants too. She's playing with fire and it's very obvious she wants to burn.

I stormed off angrily. Bitch!

Jeremy asked reading a lot of resentment in Ethan's reply. "The day you quit your college behaviour," Ethan replied. "Ethan, that is enough don't you think? It was just a one-time mistake I made must you relate every circumstance to it?" Jeremy asked irritated "One time you say? I didn't know you have dementia as part of your disease," Ethan replied with traces of anger in his voice. "Ethan, you have one more time to insult me and you will meet my fist," Jeremy warned. "Better get your fist ready to meet my claws because I am just warning up you douchebag," Ethan said facing Jeremy squarely.

"No. I want to be the cause of your fading voice, no one else." Angelo tied his hair up into a mini man bun . It was thick and the length of his hair wasn't that long It was medium . " You're the one with the fading voice , I was outside jogging . Boy do you have a set of lungs on you. Thank goodness the walls are thick enough. " "I will add addictive to that list. " "You have list?" " yes I promise to share later . "

He smirked causing me eyes to well. I feel like I was stuck here, with absolutely no way out. It's almost like an overwhelming feeling of stress, fear, agony, and anger just kept piling on me at once. I wasn't crying because I was sad it was just that I was so angry and I couldn't do anything about it. "I hate you! Why don't you just put me out my fucking misery and kill me. Just put a bullet in my head and take me out of this place." I yelled as tears started to stream down my face.

Victor stepped out, in anger. “Olivia,” he growled, his voice like a thunderstorm. She froze, her body shaking as he approached. “You really thought you could run away?” he said, his tone low. Victor grabbed her arm, pulling her close. His grip was tight, and the heat of his anger radiated off him. His face giving aura of obsession. To Be Continued...

His cock throbbed in furious agreement, thick and insistent against his thigh, as if the rest of his body had decided fury deserved a physical outlet. He kicked the covers off and stalked to the bathroom, the marble cold under his feet. The shower came on scalding. Steam rose like smoke signals. He braced one tattooed forearm against the tile, wrapped his fist around his shaft, and let the anger pour out through his strokes. His mind slid, unbidden, unwanted, to the new barmaid he'd hired last week.