Karlnapity Angst Novels & Stories

Things around me like the berserk air, The scary howling, I could hear nothing, it was very calm, the air with it brought the peace I felt like I'm being carried away. " Wh-why is it so dark and peaceful? Am I dead? I questioned myself. "Why not see yourself," said a powerful voice that sounded scary and enchanting. I slowly opened my eyes Under the moonlight, the first thing I saw was a mesmerizing pair of eyes gazing back at me intimidatingly, Long eyelashes, A pointed nose that looked like a decoration on his beautiful face with a slightly grown beard and hissy hair. Holy christ did he just walk out of a painting, I chewed my bottom lip and asked. "Are you an angel of death?"

"Damn. I'm sorry." "It's fine. As soon as they learn that she's misusing her drugs, they'll take her off of them and put her on something else. Or maybe I'll get lucky and they refer her to a rehab and I get a few weeks of peace." "Do you think they will?" She snorted. "I can't get that lucky." I smile and shake my head. "Have you ever heard of manifestation?" "Oh God, not you too. Kimmy and Hayley are so full of that sh*t, I'm sick and tired of hearing it." I laugh at how exasperated she sounds and she gives a small laugh back.

"Do not cuss at me, woman! You asked to help now you are gaining cold feet?!" "I'm sorry. But you know what I mean. First he tries to kill an half Lykae, and then Lilac which led him to hurting Kael and now he has run off." Shock first. And then rage. Raw and riotous Carla says as a Moon Lycan, anger is my default mode. She says I should never let it consume me, because if not I would go moon mad. I am the kind of Lycan who was never supposed to be born which means I have high tendencies of loosing my mind than any other pure blood Lycan. But the blood pulsing in my veins and thrumming in my ear is so loud that Carla's words seemed to be blocked out.

"I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?" I said nothing. I simply stood up and opened the door. "Leave. I want to take a nap." "How can you still sleep?" Aunt Marsha's face turned green. She had wasted the whole morning talking, only to get this result. I had had enough of their noise. "You're so kind. If you think they're pitiful, take them into your own homes. Stop bothering me. Next time, I won't open the door." With that, I grabbed them and pushed them out.

Sharply said to him "Don't you dare talk shit with my boss" Ethan calmly said but I could sense anger in his voice, he truly had Mafia DNA in his blood, how he could say those words and still look composed as if nothing happened, his words did not affect me, I couldn't be so afraid just as I was years ago, like an antidote to cure a virus, his calm and rude tone didn't jerk me off my seat, I suddenly sighted a young lady my age selling used clothes in a kiosk

I've noticed her stealing glances there but haven't thought to look into it but now, I'm intrigued. Looking over my shoulder, I meet some girls stacking dishes, among them Angel. I look at Karla then back at her, she's the one Karla is staring at with a blank expression, one so similar to that of Angel. Till now, I've never related anything about her mannerisms to Angel, but the glare she's giving her, is a definite gene expression from Angel. “What's wrong baby?” “I hate her,” Karla instantly blurts out. “Hey, Karla, don't say that.” I gasp.

Carly implored, tears streaming down her face amidst the pain and blurred vision. Tina scoffed, spat on her face, and departed. Collapsed on the ground, Carly's body throbbed with agony. She closed her eyes, the pounding in her head overwhelming. Tina stormed back into her room, her footsteps heavy with frustration. She let out a piercing scream, venting her anger by pushing and breaking anything within her sight. “Seriously!? It was just a dress; stop overreacting!” Alpha Terry entered the room, rolling his eyes at her outburst.

His disbelief cracked in every word, his emotions spilling loudly. “Enough already, what would you have done about that?! Throw tantrums?” They reached the car, and Karl pushed open the door in anger. “At least I would have talked him out of it, something you didn't do!” Karl’s jaw locked, his nostrils flared. He leaned back in the car seat, arms folded tightly across his chest, a storm raging inside him. “What should I expect! You are like zombies in human skin... Boring and annoying. At least he has a wife now, and what about you? You look like the whole world is unisex!”

“I’m fine.” “No, you’re not,” she argued, her hands moved uncertainly over their wound. “Let me help.” “There’s no time,” they said sharply while glancing towards the forest. “They’re regrouping. We should move.” Olivia hesitated with concern towards them. “You’re bleeding…” “I said I’m fine!” the stranger raised their voice, harsher than intended. The anger in their voice startled her into silence, but the glimpse of guilt in their eyes softens the expression.

She wasn’t going to let Raoul win. Kim turned toward the door, her back to Karina. “Raoul will be back soon. Prepare yourself.” The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Karina alone in the room. The pain in her ankle was unbearable, but it was the ache in her chest that hurt the most. Her tears came then, but not from the physical pain. It was from the overwhelming sense of helplessness, the weight of the world bearing down on her. She cried out in frustration, her voice raw, but it only echoed back at her in the silence of the room. What had she done? What was this nightmare she had gotten herself into?