What Does Angst Mean In Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Now, the harassment of this young admirer will not land on him, but the other half that always find himself ways just to let himself let this other half out and ‘experience’ a new world he could never have enjoyed. ‘Serves you right’ Angelo secretly thought inside his head and covered his lips to suppress his laugh but still snorted after some time passed and thinking of many scenarios that will happen to his pitiable other half. The blonde guy as if expecting his rejection towards him based on the other party distorted complexion raises his brows and crosses his arm, causing for the thick muscles on his shoulder to bulge out terrifyingly then he opened his lips and said, word by word, “Why

I just wanted things to go back to normal, for Axel to smile at me again, and for the air to be clear of tension. Whenever he was angry at me, it felt like one part of me wasn’t functioning properly. My mind would go foggy, my thoughts jumbled, and my usual sharp instincts dulled. It was as if my brain was trying to process the situation, but Axel's anger was like a glitch that threw everything off balance. I'd struggle to think clearly, to come up with the right words or actions to appease him. My body would tense up, my heart racing with anxiety, as I tried to navigate the treacherous waters of his displeasure. It was like being in a storm, with Axel's anger at the helm, dictating the dire

The air crackled with unspoken tension, the promise of further conflict hanging heavy in the air. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat filled the air, a tempting symphony of smells that usually brought a smile to my face. But today, my appetite was lost, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. Angeli's face, etched with a mixture of anger and despair, haunted my thoughts. Her situation was a tragic reflection of the cruel irony of love - to crave something you could never have.

Vanessa lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. She straddled me and looked down at me, her eyes glowing dark red, almost black, with a look of pure hatred painted on her face. It was in that moment that I realized my sweet, innocent Vanessa really was gone, replaced by a monster made of twisted ideals, raw emotion, and an indomitable will to destroy humanity as we know it. She no longer saw me as her mother, but rather as an obstacle in the way of her achieving her goal.

He paused for effect, then added, “And not all of us are depressed about not being able to find a mate…. But I’m not surprised though, why the hell would the universe curse anyone to be paired with a coward like you forever?” Something snapped inside Samson, and his dark eyes turned red, he bared his teeth in a fierce angry grin, showing off sharp fangs, his palm which were balled into fists opened, and when Jacob saw his claw like fingers out he smiled again, as if with satisfaction that he had succeeded in making Samson angry. “Wow, I can see I struck a nerve there. I’m sorry.” Jacob said, but everyone could see that he wasn’t sorry one bit. “What did it though? I would really like to know

Felen’s cry of pain in her deep sleep made Aghnya cry even louder. “I’m sorry, Felenia,” she whispered as she held Felen’s hand. Feeling guilty for having lost control and attacking Felen, who didn’t have any faults. She didn’t know when she would lose control of her unstable emotions again. Even now, she still couldn’t control her anger well. Little things that she finds annoying could make Aghnya’s emotions explode. ***

I wake up screaming my lungs out. Ang walks in glaring at me. “Are you going to scream every night and wake up the Alpha every time? You’re really making me look bad here Akira.” He looks down at the book on my lap as catch my breath. “The Moon Goddess? You read about the Moon Goddess and you’re screaming your head off still? You seriously have some prob-“, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ang,” I cut him off before he could go on and trigger my anger more. “Ang?” He questions. “Yeah stands for Asshole Night Guard,” I say as I make my way over to the sink to grab my water and chug it down.

They got the hint, but still could not make a definite conclusion. “I was amazed by the time I had smelled the scent of their blood especially the girl with a stab on her side.” Alpha Lachlan curses in the wind as he listens to Angelo. What else, of course, is giving them trouble these days. Angelo on the other hand, is enjoying narrating of what he thought is going to be the start of his dreams' fulfillment. He could almost enjoy it, but he kept scratching and scratching his skin to the point it peels off his muscles.

"I'm sorry, I can't deal with this right now, Ange. If it's meant to be, he will find us. I refuse to humiliate myself again for the possibility of being rejected or abandoned. I promise we'll look for them after OUR cursed birthday." Angela let out a small, frustrated growl, then took a deep breath as she sensed Alinta's restlessness. She wanted to rebel, but she decided to trust her person. "If it was on any other weekend I'd kick your arse," she grumbled, displeased.

For God's sake, Rumi swore in his heart, Anggia must be held accountable for her actions. "What now, Rumi? What do you want to rant about?" "Who wants to rant?" Rumi snapped angrily. "I came here to congratulate you. Congratulations because soon you'll be torn between two places. If not prison, then a mental hospital." Anggia laughed bitterly. Despite her beautiful face, it was clear she felt no remorse for deliberately hurting Ashton. "I don't mind," she replied casually. "I don't mind living anywhere. The most important thing is, if Ashton can't be mine, don't expect that intern guy to have Ashton as he pleases. I won't allow them to live happily together, no matter what."