Karlnapity Angst Novels & Stories

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Caroline let out a sigh, filled with simmering anger, that washed over Katherine like a wave of heat. The tightness of Caroline’s jaw and her steely gaze spoke volumes. This wasn’t finished—not by a long shot. With a rustle of silk that seemed to whisper defiance, Caroline slipped away into the bustling crowd, leaving behind a trail of unspoken words and bubbling resentment.

“How can you even think that?” Karina let out a soft chuckle, prompting Arda to sigh in exasperation. “That is exactly how I felt when you asked about my feelings for Chester,” Karina explained. “Disappointed, unbalanced, angry... and confused.” “Confused?” “Yeah.” “That’s a start,” Arda said with a knowing look. “A start of what?” “Shaky feelings for the one you love.” “I don’t have shaky feelings for Jacob,” Karina insisted. Arda shrugged. “Okay.”

very tensed. Natalie's back was stiff as she had her head turned to the other side staring out of the window, lost yet at the same time drowning in her thoughts. All she could see in her eyes on repeat was that kiss and not what was out the window and all she could sense was the heat coming off from Adrian who was looking straight at the road, biting the inside of his cheek as he tightly gripped the steering wheel. His eyes glared at the road in front of him, he was point zero one away from murdering someone. He was angry at himself for having almost no control when it came to her, at her for triggering his feeling which he was suppressing till now. But it's like she just hit him out of nowh

I comment. “Okay, but I still feel like shit.” She sighs. I pull her down, causing her to fall onto my chest. A squeal escapes as she lands, making me laugh. I kiss her nose as she glares at me. I know it is supposed to make her angry, but she looks adorable. She looks like an angry puffed-up kitten, but I know my kitten has dangerous claws and will use them if needed. I am convinced that Karli has someone helping her besides that guy. There is no way she can be in all these places at once. Tomorrow we will be discussing who could be helping her and how to find these people.

Blood leaks from his lip as he slams into the wall. And I detest it too. I regret hurting him. The black chuckles. She chuckles. I start to grip my fists. Not at all. Not me is what this is. Never me is what this is.

I whispered into his ear. "Who are these people Angela??" Angelo whispered back. "I'll tell you later" I told him, pulling away from our hug. He nodded and I could still see the worry in his eyes. I gave him a reassuring smile and turned around to leave. I walked to the front door with Lorenz following close behind me, he grabbed me by my forearm and dragged me outside to his car. Opening the backseat door, he shoved me inside before getting in after me and opened a newspaper to read while we waited for the traitor Arthur and evil Shane to join us.

"Will you cut the crap? Do you think I enjoy seeing your silly arrogant face? I will give everything not to see your face ever again but poor me, I have no choice but to see it every fucking day!" "You make me sick Mila, you really do. You attitude stink. I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I hate you with passion and I wish you were never born. Your parents certainly made a mistake. I can tell they planned on aborting you but you escaped and........." "ENOUGH!"

"We cannot allow ourselves to be defeated by their puppy eyes, guilt trips, or intimidating glares." His expression turned mock-serious. "We must stand firm and united for the sake of our son's future." The moment those words left his mouth, three deadly glares landed on him from across the room. Cassey narrowed her eyes. Park folded his arms. Pete stared at him in silent betrayal. Clearly, they had overheard enough of the conversation. Ethan simply smirked. The three of them looked exactly like people who had already bought tickets for the Spoil Neo Beyond Reason campaign. And judging by their expressions, they had no intention of backing down.

His steel-blue eyes gleamed like a predator watching its prized possession in a cage. I let out a frustrated, trembling groan, pulling the dark duvet tighter around my chest. "Why do you do that?" I demanded, my voice thick with sleep and irritation. "Why are you always sit in the dark, staring at me while I sleep? It’s psychotic, Karlo." Karlo didn't flinch. He leaned forward slowly, resting his elbows on his knees, bringing his face just into the sliver of moonlight filtering through the glass balcony doors. The raw, unhinged obsession in his gaze made my breath stutter.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m