Bucky Barnes X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

He was angry. "Chill, dude. What's the problem?" Nic groaned while holding my shoulder. I saw that Bryan clenched his fist even more as his eyes glazed over at Nic's hand holding my shoulder. "Back off. It's none of your business. "Bryan answered seriously, still looking at Nic's hands and my shoulders. "My fiancee is involved here. That makes this thing my business." Nic said gently. "Fiancee? Right!" Bryan sarcastically said and laughed bitterly and left.

“I’d say it’s a very good reason, if you ask me.” But I shake my head vigorously. “No, Duke broke up with me! If anything, he was happy that the relationship was done.” Xander merely shakes his head once more. “The heart is a fickle thing, sweetheart. Nonetheless, he wasn’t prepared to see you going at it hard with a new lover, and he lost it.” I nod. “Right. But then why is he the one with the wound?” Xander expression goes grim then. “Because after I left you in the kitchen, I made my way to the bedroom where I keep my hunting rifles. I pulled one out, and took a shot at the antagonist. I blew his knee out,” he says matter-of-factly.

Then there was this exact video clip that made the rage I had fought so hard to cool off to start burning within me again. They were looking deeply into each other's eyes as the Gamma's son, Cameron Herring, took hold of my bumblebee's delicate hands into his filthy ones then spoke some words which made a tender smile curl on her lips. Damn it that I didn't know what exactly I felt! But If I must be honest then I would say that I felt an uncontrollable jealousy in my chest_ in my heart. And there was this feeling of possesiveness that overwhelmed my thoughts over Sapphire.

"Batman? I can't believe you're arrogant enough to show your face here." Angus stood, too, tugging the sleeves of his green Henley halfway up his forearms. "Batman? Och, aye, we met at the barn." "Lucky you," Ross nodded to Angus with a bitter smile. "What do you want, Bruce?" Taking a step back, the firefighter swallowed hard. "I just wanted to...talk to Anna." He appealed to Anna, softening his face. "Anna, can we talk for just a minute?"

ANGEL “My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.” “Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”

And why the fuck did she think she’d get away with hurting Xander so badly? I’d find the bitch and put a bullet through her skull. Anger pulsed through my veins and I had to regulate my breathing to stop me from breaking everything in sight. Nick and Ace weren’t doing any better though, they equally seemed angry and worried. Just like I was, and we were all lost in our own minds, wallowing in all the sickening emotions that came with the potential loss of a loved one. And not just any loved one, our mate. Ace was crouched in a corner, staring blankly at the wall and tugging on the end of his shirt absentmindedly. Nick was slowly pacing the entire expanse of the waiting room, running his hand

She raised her voice a little in annoyance. "Okay. Okay. Calm down, honey. Okay? I promise to end my relationship with him." "Be certain this time." She said. "You've told me that so many times." Gerald kissed her on the cheeks. "I promise, honey." "Okay." She kissed him on the lips. — @STEAKHOUSE "Cheers!" They all said it at the same time as they raised their own glasses and emptied their glasses of beer together, except Chase. Chase is not a fan of drinking, so he just tasted a little.

“Are you sure, you don’t look into each other’s pants? You don’t rub your wieners together? This dude is crazy. I thought boys aren’t comfortable with touching each other like this, then why was this bastard so different? “Excuse me.” I tried to remain calm even though my heart has gone into overdrive. “I don’t know what it is with your obsession with Xavier, but I can assure you, he isn’t a creep.” I pushed him away slightly, and I picked the laundry basket from the floor, and dashed out of the room. “I think God hates me to make me cross paths with a psychopath,” I mumbled to myself. “I cannot wait for my hundred days to be up, so I can finally have my freedom again.”

Written tighter than the rest. As if they mattered more. I read the first one again. *Initial combination shows no immediate instability.* The second— *Delayed response observed under heightened emotional state.* My throat tightened slightly. Then the third— *Subject remains functional. Changes internal.* I stared at that line. Longer than I should have. Jaxon stepped closer again. “What is it?” I turned the notebook toward him. He read. Once. Then again. His expression didn’t shift dramatically. But something behind his eyes—

Quitman was so angry that his liver hurt when he saw this small article; the other people in his family were also so angry that their faces turned pale. After Bucky finished reading, his face was as black as ink. Quetzal, beside him, couldn't help but laugh at the pain of others: "I told you, in the field of love, you really can't win against Noble." When things got to the point of boiling water, the internet all supported Alina to leave Bucky. Mr. Quitman was so angry that his blood pressure was about to skyrocket: "What's wrong with Bucky? How could he not be worthy of Alina?"