Novel & Cerita What Does Angst Mean In Fanfiction

“Mind you, it's not every day. Anytime I feel stressed, I always desire to spend the moment on you.” “Huh?” I said. “You're my sweetest obsession.” Angus claimed, his words creating an atmosphere of comfort around me. “I couldn't have found any joy or pleasure with any other woman as much as I do with you.” “But, don't you feel I am tired sometimes you just decide to bounce on me?” I raised another question, my face feigning a kind of unusual seriousness. “What do you say?” “I am here to stretch your nerves and cool your loins.” He returned, smiling at me.

“Do you dislike that kind of rule in this world where the strongest are like the kings or the strongest are feared as well as respected by many?” I shrugged. “It's neutral, after all, I don't have anything to do in this world.” Again, those words are as if she doesn't belong in this world. Angus secretly clenched his fist. ‘You're right here next to me yet it feels that you're far from me.’ END OF CHAPTER 21

"That's such a shame. It's really sad." Folding his arms on the table, Angus leaned forward on his elbows. His tone was low and matter-of-fact. "I left home when I was fifteen, just after Mum died. She'd had cancer for a long while. Wi' out her tae act as a buffer, I couldn't stand the old cunt." His eyes widened. "Sorry about the language." Anna blinked in surprise. "So how do you really feel?" she laughed lightly.

At the image of the Alpha on his knees flashing in my mind, my cheeks tinged pink, fission forming in the pit of my stomach. “Oh, you are imagining it, aren’t you?” She giggled. “Shut up!” We stilled, sensing the raging steps approaching our way. I tilted my head towards the entrance to see Angel leaning against the wall. “Oh, please don’t stop on my account. I was having fun listening to your impossible fantasies.” “Are you not ashamed to eavesdrop?” Athena scowled at her, crossing her arms together. Angel ignored her, standing in front of me, chin raised high. “It will never work…whatever you do for him, Princess Lana. He will never fall in love with you.”

That night, back home, he crossed out Fantasy #4 with a slow, satisfied stroke. Then looked at me. “Its your turn next” And I smiled happily. He read the Fantasy #5 I had written. I want angry sex. Because I’m jealous as fuck. Pin me down. Fuck the insecurity out of me.Make it hurt so good I can’t think about anyone.

Instead, Finn's face appeared right in front of hers. “What are you doing, Angel.” “Fuck off,” Angel pushed Finn’s face away from her. She snorted, trying to hide her blush from her nosy best friend. “Your face is so red. What were you thinking? You look like a horny virgin.” “Shut your damn mouth, Finn. Get away from me," Angel pushed Finn's face away from her and shifted her body to the right. She still hadn't recovered from her fantasy of dancing with her boss. That damn Finn had ruined her imagination.

That mean I'm going to die here with no one to ask anyone anything about me anymore. Everything became vague to me, I felt left out like one dabbling in the mud, as I muddled my words, stuttering seriously as I stunt my fingers against the table, dragging it as my nails drew some everlasting marks on it. I realized my claws were out already, due to the burning anger in me. A frustrated, devouring anger. "And what's the meaning of that?" Ariana questioned, furiously, striking against the table. I roared, blazing into her eyes like the hot sun on the skin. I felt my wolf tearing and dying to be out. Ariana cocked her head, with her fangs bulging out. She whimpered.

Tanga could also give him a hard time from time to time. 'It's just a pity you can't admit it in front of her, you coward.' I commented, knowing how meek he could be, nodding to Tanga. 'It's called pampering your lady.' Ansel took offense, exhaling air through his nostrils. 'Yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night, man.' I scoffed, returning to assessing our losses. "Pussy." I muttered under my breath, laughing. Ansel got angry and started growling at me, but I quickly blocked our communication, enjoying the undisturbed silence. I slowly started climbing the incredibly over-decorated stairs when I encountered a thoughtful Mackenzi heading to the top floor.

Then Angus appeared. “What the f*ck do you mean, you lost her? How can someone just disappear? Find her now. She is my mate still and I will f**king have her, even if that means I have to kill her.” He said, stomping his foot on his ground. I felt nothing for this guy. He had tortured me so much and what for reason nothing. I was going to get my revenge against him and the dumbass wouldn’t know what hit him. I was trying to think of what we were going to do next, but I couldn’t concentrate because there was the scent again.

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.