Eddie Munson X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

“Oh, yeah. Especially on the road. It’s a great way to pass the long hours. I just read one of your books for the first time. I figured I should… since I was meeting you.” Everly couldn’t believe it. She would not, WOULD NOT, ask him if he liked it. “Oh, really? That’s so nice of you, Lennon. But… not that I’m complaining, you aren’t exactly in my target audience.” Lennon laughed and the sound of it was as rich and intoxicating as his music. “What? Don’t many men like to read about dark angels falling in love with human girls? Falling angels looking for redemption?” Whoa, not only was Lennon miraculously not jumping off this call as quickly as he could, he was actually teasing her.

But I don't want to be and nobody wants me to be. When Angie leaves, I enter the place where I can fill my eyes with tears, the water falls on me and I turn up the power so that it cannot be heard from the room. It takes fifteen minutes to avoid raising suspicions and I go out drying my hair with the towel. Angie is sitting on her bed with her hands between her knees, she looks at me concerned. "He's here, Eddie. Ryder and the others are waiting for us downstairs. They want to talk to us" I nodded and went to the closet to find what little there is. Everything was spoiled on the flight. He said that he is furious, A. They are going to kill us.

Although he didn't know what novel she was referring to, seeing how David's face looked stiff as if he was holding back anger, Ansel knew that it must not be an ordinary novel. "Can you show me the novel, dear?" Ansel asked with a smile. The woman returned his smile gently, even holding his hand back. It made Ansel's heart beat even faster. Their passionate love-making before lunch really shocked Ansel. He never expected his dream to come true. And Ansel swore he would never let Ajeng go again. He was addicted to her body, which was truly like an aphrodisiac. "Where's your phone? Here, I'll install the app. But it's the paid version. You have to buy coins to unlock all the chapters. I bet Ru

His accent is so butchered it takes me a second to realize he’s trying to say “I love spaghetti.” “You’re hopeless!” I say, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. The laughter is still bubbling between us when I hear it; a sharp, metallic click. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I turn toward the door. Edmondo is standing there. His dark eyes burn with an intensity that sends a chill down my spine. He’s unnervingly still, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But it’s not his presence that makes my heart pound in my chest; it’s the gun in his hand.

My brain whirred in overdrive, analyzing every possibility, but all paths seemed to lead to the same conclusion: Eddie would weaponize everyone against me. Even though Marcus and I had ended things on the worst possible terms—his betrayal still a raw wound, especially the way he had left me for that Omega girl, he wasn’t as malicious as Eddie. Marcus was selfish, greedy, and manipulative, but there had always been a limit to his cruelty. Eddie, on the other hand, was something far more dangerous. Pure, calculating evil. A fucking demon.

Menace radiating off him like bad Wi-Fi. “Goddammit,” I muttered, staring at the sketch. “That’s just Pittman again.” I erased the lines with unnecessary violence. This was getting pathetic. My readers wanted angst and passion, not an unauthorized fancomic of my homicidal landlord. And yet, every time I sat down to work, Grayson’s face crawled into my imagination like an unpaid intern refusing to leave. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. What’s wrong with me? Why am I mentally undressing a man who probably keeps body bags in the pantry?

ELENA I'm still kneeling in front of Edward, waiting for an answer that never comes. My fingers are clasped so tightly together that my knuckles have turned white. My heartbeat pounds inside my chest, each thud counting down what little hope I have left. I never take my eyes off him. Yet he only looks back at me with an expression I can't read. His gaze is cold, unreadable, completely devoid of mercy. The tightness in my chest returns. Even after I've humbled myself this much... is his answer still no?

Eduard stopped his exercises activity and walk on the direction of Angie. Angie was in a daze, looking on Eduard's body. She can't stop herself to look, Eduard body was quite sweaty which make it looks like shiny. The body of Eduard was got chiselled into a muscular tone after he was leveled up by the system. This could be called as a bonus reward for his reincarnation. Angie switched her gaze to the other direction to avoid looking at the body of Eduard. She was ashamed of what she is thinking over her master.

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU AND LET US MEET NEXT CHAPTER! note prepare for angst? and trauma some disturbing test and fluff a LOT OF fluff and SUPER A LOT OF ANGST. quick question, if i post a 30 chapter about depress person writing her daily journal would you read it? if so tell me cuz i'll totally post it tho it's not complete yet like any of my stories T^T

Ed said in a hushed tone, I felt my bone go rigid, and a chilly sensation crawled down my veins I whispered back, trying not to get the attention of Steph, who was struggling to pack our bags. Ed inhaled deeply, sharp, deep breathes before releasing them slowly. “He has asked to speak with you.” I felt my blood freeze, my nervous system going on an overdrive. “No” I said firmly, my voice sharp. Ed’s brow shot up, confused thin lines formed across his temple, as he tried to get a read of my emotions. “I am done with the Andersons, I have heard enough with their tantrums. It sickening that they always get their way every single time.”