Angsty Novels & Stories

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.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

CHAPTER SIX A knowing smile curved the doctor’s lips. “Oh, I believe it is. You are angered so much about not finding anyone, that it’s putting a block on your sexual drive. You are sad about it and covering it up with so much anger so that no one can see that you are vulnerable”

“How sure are you? He sounds like he has already thought about me in that manner, he was fanboying hard when I answered the call,I don’t think you know him very well, boys like him kneel down infront of me and sing with my cock” Angela stood up and slammed her hands hard on the table in rage. “Ughhh! I hate you! You are disgusting!” “Tell me something I don't know”. He tilted his head to the other side.

She tries to sound more confident than she is, squaring her shoulders hoping to make herself look as if she isn’t Panicking. “That’s just it Ashley, you are not my Luna. In fact you are nothing but a cheap whore. I mean how ironic you end up Dylan's mate, I couldn’t have prayed for a better outcome. The dick and his whore” I say as I burst out laughing at this, only fueling her anger as she launches herself at me in a fit of rage.

I leave the room, my anger boiling over as I can't contain my frustration any longer. The intensity of my emotions is palpable, and I can feel the heat radiating off me as I make my exit. I am incredibly angry right now, words fail to describe it. Austin has crossed a line that can't be ignored. I refuse to let him get away with his actions without consequences. He did whatever he pleased, and now it's my turn to take control of the situation.

‘Damn it!’Angel thought as he watched her turn her back to him and strode away. He clenched his jaw to keep from snarling He knew why she had gotten that way but he didn’t give a damn! He felt it was quite arrogant of her to expect him to just blindly give in to her because they enjoyed fucking each other?! A voice inside him reminded him it was much more than that and he was in fucking denial but he stomp it, allowing his irrational anger and irritation to win. Feeling utterly possessive, the thought that she belonged to him was making him illogical.

I didn't have time to think about what this meant, and why it hurt so badly when Ang said the same thing, and why I'd needed to hear her deny it, mainly because he was a money hungry lunatic with designer suits and never enough time for his son. Besides that, he was boring as hell. Hedge fund manager. I shuddered. I'd gotten my first tattoo in order to piss him off, even had a piercing in both ears and my nose after my first tour. I smiled to myself. And then looked up. Ang was talking with Jay, her eyes wide with fear, and then they both turned to me as the rest of the crew fell silent. Maybe that was my new super power, change my hair and clothes and nobody talks; they just stare like I'm

-Now give this asshole what he wants and tear his fucking arms off. That’s my girl. I’m not sure if it’s possible to smirk in this form or not, but I try anyway as I tentatively take a step closer to Angus, who watches my every move. I have more control over the ultima than I ever have, but our anger is begging to get the better of us the more we see him cling to what is ours. Angus puts his arm out for me shyly and I move toward it, not even bothering to break eye contact with Maggie, who sits looking like an angel with no fear.