Karlnapity Angst Novels & Stories

Anger, rage, saddness, anxiety, stress, joy, longing. If I didn't focus on the details, Alpha Killian was his typical god-like self. But I couldn't help but look closely at him. Dark circles embedded themselves under his eyes, while his hair looked greasy and tangled. I wondered how many times he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. His clothes were crumpled, as if he had been wearing them for days. How long had I been out for?

It was another one of Carl’s parties, where people with money just decide to play dress up and see who could out longer. Carl Anderson stood at the centre of it all, surrounded by his usual circle of sycophants and investors, his smile sharp and practised. Tonight was his night to shine. To show the city that Project Delphinium was unbreakable. He was finally making a move, joining hands with same evil minded people. For someone who was about to ruin the lives of so many, he was calm. A little bit laid back for someone who had destroyed the lives of so many kids, mine included. I felt my blood boil over. A new emotion taking over. Anger, hot unbridled anger.

Annoyed, Karin just kept quiet moved her seat away from Ryan and let go of Ryan's hand on her lap. However, instead of being successful, Ryan tightened his grip, so that Karin was forced to be unable to move away from Ryan. Ryan remained unmoved, he didn't care at all about Karin's annoyance. He closed his eyes, listening to music. Karin breathed heavily, her hands itching to pinch the waist of her boss, who was indifferent and didn't care about her anxiety. A few minutes later the car they were riding in stopped in front of a two-story building, with boutique written on a large sign hanging in front of the building.

Her sweet eyes transformed into ones full of irritation. Karin slid her door open and grabbed a pillow from the bed. Yuto was nowhere to be seen, and she didn’t care. She threw the pillow to the floor and kneeled beside it. Then she began hitting the pillow against the floor, slamming it down as hard as she could, over and over, until it was slightly misshapen. She vented all her frustration and anger into that pillow. "Why... are... you... smiling? You... don’t... deserve... to... be happy." Karin slammed the pillow harder with every word, her expression growing more savage.

Internally, becomes fiercely angry and at the same time, depressingly heartbroken. ° * ° * °

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!”

"What do you mean?" "It's her scent," Cain clarified, turning to look at Daniel. He could tell that Daniel was no more enlightened. "Have you ever been completely content, and then someone starts eating and you're suddenly starving?" Cain asked him. Daniel thought for a moment, trying to gauge where Cain was going with his analogy. "I satisfy myself only with what I need and then I stand next to her and this need, this lust, for blood washes over me." "So she makes you... hungry?"

His slimy tongue running up and down my neck as he groaned and ground his erection into my hip. “Get away from me! Get your hands off of me.” He’d bit down on my neck and I’d twisted just enough to be able to raise my knee, but the blow lacked strength. He’d still grunted and before anything else could happen, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Terrified, I’d stood there as Aaron and Kaleb took in the scene. "Do you even care? Are you even listening?" Bryan's booming voice brought me back to the present and I forced myself to speak.

I don’t want to look like I am desperate for love. He left with an angry face but he came back with a sad face and “let’s finish assignment” I said ok and then he started narrating and I started typing. He started reciting with his husky voice. I am a slow typer and he speaks so fast it was getting hard to keep up with him. “Can you please speak slowly? I am not a fucking typewriter.” I finely told him. He started laughing and said “I was doing it on purpose for you to break”

cause maybe they were just meant to be. ———————HATEFUL BLISS BY ANDRA JONAS———————