Karlnapity Angst Novels & Stories

’’ Kara said with venom in her eyes. She had never been this angry in her entire life and she welcomed the anger with a renewed strength. That was what she needed to do and she was quite glad that with her anger came the determination to succeed. Nothing and absolutely nothing could ever stop her from taking her pound of flesh from the Fontana’s. They had hurt the people she cared for in ways that couldn’t even be explained. ‘’How about her mother?’’ Kara asked. Paulo chuckled, pushing his glass on the table. Kara knew he needed a refill and she gladly obliged him. This wasn’t the time to lecture him about his alcohol intake because in a way, they were all mourning and alcohol would numb all

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?

She looked down at herself and huffed. Maybe it was because she had Grey’s shirt on. Grey noticed her discomfort and snaked an arm around his mate. However, instead of easing her, Karrie seemed she grew much more uncomfortable. “Relax,” the alpha whispered in her ear. “Staring is rude,” she whispered back, her fingers fiddling with each other. Andrin chuckled at her mate’s behavior which earned him a glare. She looked adorable all nervous and an angry little kitten when annoyed. “They can’t help it when you’re that gorgeous.”

“Conor too. But all three of you are stubborn so I doubt any of you will listen.” I hadn’t realized I was shaking from being so angry until Conor was trying to steady me. “Can I get something to eat please? I haven’t eaten yet today…” I grumbled crawling into the bed. I curled up to a pillow and faced away from them crying out of anger. I’m so angry I could kill someone! I just want to punch the hell out of a wall! “I’ll get something brought up for us.” Bart answered, leaving quickly. “Stay laying down Karen.” I rolled my eyes in reply.

They were really different even though they had the same face. Annabelle grabbed her meager cosmetics and did a little makeup to enhance her features. If it were up to her, she wouldn't wear any. But the last time she replaced Annabella and decided not to wear makeup, the latter violently scolded her. And she preferred not to take any more risks. She hated making Annabella angry... At that thought, her door slammed open and a panicked Kara... Carl was surely already there. " He is there... Am I beautiful, perfect...? I feel fat."

She was trying her best to sound conciliatory. Pabonya was amused. He had stamped his authority once more. Now he needed to give it more prominence. “Apology not accepted,” he said. “To serve as an example to women with such minds as yours in this clan, you shall be punished. Yesterday you drew the battle lines. Let’s get on with the war and see who wins, and what becomes of your arrogance. I assure you, I will blow up your world in a way you will never be able to mend.” Becky took a sigh of disappointment. Her goodwill and pursuit of reconciliation would not bear any fruits. None of her efforts to be amiable would result in any harmonious existence between them.

It does something to you. “ Are you seriously going to mope around just because of a fucking phone call?” He snarled at me as he took a seat. I looked up at him. This fucker! Man I couldn’t stand that Angelo Junior was any relation to my angel. They were polar opposites. Katarina was sweet, beautiful, and innocent. Angelo, her brother, was rude, vindictive, and evil. How can two people who come from the same bloodline be so different? I am just going to ignore his childish outburst. I have every fucking right to upset. My pregnant wife is boarding a train with some crazy woman who wants our baby. The more I play that in my mind the more upset I get. What does that even mean? I-Is she going t

The chaos that Gianna caused. “I don’t blame you,” Karl says quietly, although there’s a polite smile plastered on his face. We stop in the middle of the dance floor and begin to move to the soft strains of the string quartet, and although there’s a gentle look in his brown eyes, I can’t stop being angry with him. Maybe the anger will subside, but not now. Not for a long time.

Charlotte's blood boils as she overhears Anastasia's venomous whispers to Karla, their words slicing through the reception's festive hum like a knife. "Look at those peasants, Mom—crying over their daughter's upgrade to our world. Pathetic," Anastasia hisses, her painted lips curling in disdain. Karla chuckles, adding, "She'll never fit in; we'll make sure of it." Hidden behind a floral centerpiece, Charlotte clenches her fists, her rebirth-fueled resolve igniting. This is her chance to strike first—no more playing the victim.

Anger surged within her, fueled by the pain of loss and the searing hatred that had driven her to such extreme measures. As she reached a secluded place, hidden from the prying eyes of the world, Carla sank to her knees. The moon cast a soft glow on her tear-stained face, and the shadows seemed to dance around her, mirroring the turmoil within. Her sobs echoed through the quiet night, a lament for the choices she could never undo.