Angsty Novels & Stories

I snapped, but it wasn’t just my own anger that was coursing through me at the insult, it was Mela’s as well, he always did know how to rile her up without even knowing. I forced a smile, “I don’t need details of what goes on In your stupid bed, so do me a favor and shut the fuck up. And no, I’m not fighting your bimbo today, you can drag me to the mat and plant me there yourself, but I’m not doing anything” “Oh you will, what are you? A coward?” My nostrils flared in annoyance, nobody calls me a coward, nobody. “Yeah right, I’ll still pass” then I walked out.

She hadn't had her fill of his sweetness and neither did they have a child. With that rage, Stacy turned around and saw that the culprit was standing frozen in place. Angrily, she pulled one of her syringes. He deserved to die. Nobody touches what's hers and lives to tell the tale. Red eyed due to anger, she stabbed the man mercilessly on his neck and pushed the contents in the syringe before kicking the Man far away. She turned and Saw the other men had somehow stopped fighting just looking at her. At that moment, her black long hair was moving with the air creating a one in a million sight but the lady was no longer appealing, not even with her drop dead gorgeous face. She was more like th

I could even feel Asta responding to his anger, which was extremely strong, considering I wasn’t even touching my jade. “If you don’t like your job, I can easily take it from you.” Axton said as he turned toward me, and his anger intensified even more, which I didn’t know how that was possible. “Make him suffer ten times what he did to her.” He said just before he moved to stand in front of me.

My pride stung as sharply as the physical impact. Refusing to be defeated, I whirled around, only to be met by the cold tip of Ange's sword pressing against my chest—a touch firmer than necessary, the pressure sending a clear message. The mockery in her eyes was unmistakable, and it stung. I sighed. She was a Lycan Alpha, and I was just a werewolf beta blood. Did I even stand a chance against her? I wondered silently as I futilely tried to push her blade away. Ange's response was to press her foot against my stomach, pinning me decisively to the floor. My efforts to free myself were in vain; her weight and strength were overwhelming.

In this place, nothing ever did. “You think that makes you special?” Angie’s voice is low; venom threaded carefully through every word. “You think you’re different?” Her gaze strips me apart piece by piece. “You’re weak. You’re ugly. You’re a mistake no one wanted.” Her lip curls. “Those eyes violet isn’t natural. That hair. That body. You don’t even look real.”

You just have an obsession that is spiralling out of control while I have major crush on your sister. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaws which highlighted his cheekbones. He got up and grabbed my arms along with his. Someone has anger issues; clearly the major ones. I personally would recommend anger management class and maybe some yoga as a stress reliever for the trapped anger inside of him. We went inside a black SUV with tinted windows all over and he shoved me inside the passenger’s seat next to the driver's chair. He slammed the door while making his way onto the driving seat.

“You fucking daughter of a stripper! You’ll see what I do to you!” Her eyes blaze with fury, her face contorted in a mask of rage. The venom in her voice is evident, each word dripping with hatred. I can see the veins in her neck bulging, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turn white. She is trembling with anger, barely able to contain herself. I chuckle, amazed at her audacity, her blatant disregard for the situation she's in. Her anger only fuels my resolve, strengthening my determination to see this through.

It wasn't really clear how she had managed to get out of it but I do know that Isiah had something to do with it so I guess that was the silver lining about that situation. "Harry?!" Ang said, her face wrinkling in disgust at the thought. "No thanks but I would rather be bludgeoned repeatedly with a meat tenderizer than even do such as exchange a syllable with that douchebag." Ang says with a shrug before she reaches for another shot which she throws down her throat. She closes her eyes as waits for the burn to dissipate for a minute before continuing

His eyes which were the colour of blood raked down at her form as if studying her nervous posture " Go" He spoke dismissively in that low voice that made shivers run down her spine Angy turned around and hurried her way up the flight of stairs feeling his burning gaze following each step she took By the time she was leaning against the closed door of her bedroom, her breaths her in pants and her underwear completely soaked. What the hell was wrong with her?! She had never felt such strong urges towards someone like this before, and she was fucking nineteen! She was way past her hormone driven years

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.