Will Solace Angst Novels & Stories

The voice shouted in anger and frustration. Anastacia’s nose bled while she covered her ears and shouted back in anger and pain to counter the voice in her head. It was driving her crazy, and she felt herself grow colder as her ears began to bleed as well. She felt like throwing up, and she fell to her knees in the dark void that was now beginning to consume her. The coldness made it impossible to even open her mouth as her entire body was suddenly consumed by both the dark and the cold. She didn’t know what was happening to her.

Until the numbness wore off and the ache returned—hot, vivid, alive. Ash still clung to the inside of her mouth. A ghost taste. Sweet and bitter. The taste of Solace. The House. Her past. Her beginning. Burned. Gone. She stood without a sound, the weight of her grief shifting into something colder. Sharper. Resolve. Not a tear shed. Not a sob loosed. Jasmine Wembley did not weep for loss. She carved it into her bones. Above her, the trees whispered. Below her, the earth hummed. Around her, the wolves of Blackfang stood still, sensing it too. This wasn’t mourning anymore.

I tucked the phone away, trying to push the unease aside. --- Back in my apartment, I sat before my journal and wrote: *I’m scared. But I’m still here. Still fighting.* Because the truth was clear: the past might haunt me, but it wouldn’t define me. I was ready to find the fragments of me — and piece them back together, stronger than before.

She lifts her head to see Illac's reaction. "I do not see how that is appropriate considering you guys had me captivated locked in the extremity of all the cells you had right down at the Daemoniom, ergo, I do not care about you more your stupid questions!" Solana said angrily. "Very well," Illac said. "Then I guess I cannot help you escape," He added. Solana cannot help but laugh. "You fucking trickser," Solana muttered. It is obvious in her voice that she is tired, the way she says each and every word as if she was just whispering them to someone.

she began and leaned forward to continue "Look, It is good you resumed work, it will reduce the thinking. Again, I think Mr Green's daughter's proposal sounds good. It will be a good distraction to help you heal," she tried to comfort him. Ethan lifted his head slowly to look at his mother. In his eyes, you could read the pain of betrayal. Hearing his mother speak of Olivia, he remembered the day and the reason he decided to let Olivia go. His pain instantly turned into anger. He retrieved his phone from his pocket without saying anything.

Angel looked him in the eye, cheeks flushed. Angry. “Yeah you bastard…” Tony’s grin twisted into something darker. Something possessive. “Good,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Because it’s mine now.” **

Standing there was the one who had been assigned to help them complete their mission in the woods. Getting silence, disgust rose in Malison's eyes, "you...?" A swirl of hatred and rage, right up to his eyes, making his vision cross. "Angela!" His harsh voice penetrated the heavy clouds, and suddenly, he felt his energy channel opening up, then a soothing tone filled his heart, dying down his anger, he paused, closing his eyes slowly, as Angela fell to the ground. A meditating mood took over.

Why did she seem to get even angrier with him because of what he said? The three of them became quiet even more but now that the driver could feel the awkwardness between his two companions, he couldn't help but look back. The woman who was just looking out the window straining to restrain herself from turning her neck and the man who looked confused and didn’t know the reason why that was happening. Due to the weight of the atmosphere that the driver felt, he immediately turned on the car radio, as if he was just listening to music but a voice familiar to Danica greeted the three of them.

Until then, everything we discuss here is merely hypothetical. “Yeah, I hope we at least avoid that–being enemies,” I agree, pulling the sheets tighter, a cool breeze causing my entire body to shiver. I notice the window is open, the curtain whooshing gently against the glass. “As for Oleg, and all that you experienced, I’m afraid that it will never stop haunting you. In your dreams, and sometimes even when you’re awake… The only good thing is that you can rest assured that he will never show up again,” Angelo continues, his face serious and somewhat sad, his eyes falling to his hands. “But other than that, you’ll have to learn to live with it. And bury it deep within your heart so you can t

He needed a new battlefield. Crushing out the cigarette, Barney already had a plan. Angela didn't dare speak, her body still trembling, tears streaking her face like shattered petals. He handed her a tissue, his voice softening. "Angela, crying and being scared solves nothing. The more Khloe wants us dead, the more we have to live well—and we're going to make sure she pays for it." Angela lifted her tear-blurred eyes, gripping onto him like a lifeline. "But what do we do now? At this rate… forget about the bid… I'm afraid even your position at Solara Energy…"