Will Solace Angst Novels & Stories

Angelique kept poking her sorrows and anguish without any heart to notice her condition deteriorating. Rose couldn't listen anymore. She couldn't take it anymore and she felt like she would faint anytime soon. She couldn't even dare to give a befitting reply to Angelique because she had made her look like a slut. The words 'I love you angel' kept ringing inside her ears as she stormed out of the restroom.

But deep down, I knew that the solace I sought was fleeting, a temporary balm that would fade with the dawn. The room spun around me, my mind clouded by the intoxicating fog that enveloped me. Memories of fallen warriors and the absence of a mate danced before my eyes, taunting me with their bitter reminders. I felt a surge of anger rise within me, a primal roar that threatened to shatter the fragile tranquility of the room.

Inside his dimly lit room, Axton paced back and forth like a lion trapped in a cage. His breathing was heavy, his chest tight with the storm of emotions raging inside him. Downstairs, his mother was still laughing happily in front of the television, celebrating Angelina’s suffering without realizing that death itself was sleeping under their roof tonight.

The instant Ansel opened his eyes, a crushing wave of sorrow overwhelmed him, leaving him gasping for breath. He stared blankly at the ceiling, tears quietly streaming down his cheeks. Just then, Gregory knocked and entered the room. "Mr. Halberg, Ms. Wainwright is upset because she hasn't been able to reach you. Would you mind returning her call?" he asked carefully. "Get out! Tell her to leave me the hell alone!" Ansel shouted, his bloodshot eyes blazing with rage. The moment Sydney's name was spoken, any remaining affection Ansel had for her disappeared completely. All he could think about was the argument he'd had with Odessa on the night of the crime.

he tried explaining but I still can’t understand. Staring at him, I can see he is genuine about his words. There is no hint of fakeness and anything on him. “If I am sick, what sickness?” “Schizophrenia.” I laughed nervously shaking my head. I’m seeing real things. They aren’t my imaginations. Angelo and Hailey are real. How dare them think I am crazy? “That’s crazy!” I exclaimed in disbelief.

"She didn't know what she was doing. Look at her! She's my angel, she needs me." There was a thump followed by a grunt of pain. "I am looking at her, moron. She's fucking dying anyway man. I'd be putting her out of her misery." The rage that suffused Soloman was unlike anything he'd felt up to this point. He saw Roman twitch next to him. He shook his head. He needed a moment to control the black that was leaking through his brain and staining his soul. They were discussing the murder of his woman, his fucking woman, like it was as simple as breathing. They were dead men as soon as they'd entered the same room as her, but now they'd ensured the death would be slow and fucking painful as he an

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was a clear, deep blue. Doris had never seen a place so beautiful, peaceful and perfect. “Are you still there?” Angela asked. “Of course, I am enchanted”. She replied. Angela reset the video to the front cam. “We will be here for the weekend”. “That's nice”. Doris replied then quickly added. “So, what's up with you?” She had noticed Angela wasn't as excited as expected and she had some dull look in her eyes. “WellI...I had a little fight with Antonio, and he went cold towards me,it's driving me insane you know and…”

"Got it!" Grand Old Master Ares sighed and reluctantly said to Chloe, "Chloe, now the only person who can remove Jay's grievances is Angeline. But Angeline is suffering from recurring somatization disorder because she was too worried about Jay's life. At the end of the day, you asked for it.” Chloe broke into tears. Jay brought Angeline to Carefree Garden.

After all, they had disrespected Aston, which meant that they had disrespected the Solace family by extension. How could the Solaces suffer such humiliation?

‘Look what I want to say is I’m sorry for dragging you into this, you should be …’ ‘Don’t feel guilty Lisa’ he interrupted smiling sadly ‘I dragged myself into this mess the moment I stole from you, and it’s too late for me to go back to my family now so we are in this together’ ‘Angelo said you were traumatized and you have persistent nightmares’ she says dejectedly ‘I’m supposed to comfort you, offer you words of encouragement but I just don’t know how to’. ‘It’s okay, you don’t need to comfort me’ he stated sitting on the floor because his legs hurt from squatting