Will Solace Angst Novels & Stories

“Have you thought about marriage, Vassily?” He returns his attention to me. He stares with an unreadable expression before answering. “I did.” He fixes himself on his seat. “You know it’s not the same as before, Cara. With our parents being dead, Angelo with his new family…” He trails in thought. Majority among our circle call Sol, Angelo. It was his nickname. It was our padre and I that only called him Sol, despite his long ass name. I knew it was Sol that irked him about the idea of having a family. It was that or the idea of loving someone. Ever since his visit to New York, it caused a rift between them. Eventually, he understood Sol, that my cousin brother only wanted to be happy togethe

I didn't want him to get hurt because that man was vile and if it wasn't for Ryson, I was going to be either dead or raped. I stared up at the ceiling until a shadow of someone made me avert my eyes quickly to the door and sighed in relief when I saw that it was Alexa, she came in and closed the door behind her. "What happened to you?" She rushed to my side and held my hand, frowning at how devastated I felt. "I had a panic attack and forgot my inhaler," I answered automatically. The name "Evange" that came out of his mouth was whispering in my head in repeat now and I wasn't concentrating on what she said next.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

The steady thump puts me at ease almost instantly. I slowly reach my hand out. I let my fingertips lightly trace her face. The matebond sends pleasurable tingles up my arm, and I move my whole body closer. My anger and unease dissipate. Years of built-up agitation and yearning disappear. This is what it feels like to be whole.

The last thing I wanted to do was scare the shit out of my Angel. Now, I raised my head, taking a deep breath to control my emotions. We finally pulled into the driveway, and Lorenzo stepped out and opened the back door. Gently, I wrapped Summer in the sheet covering her body and lifted her in my arms. Her face was cradled against my chest. I wondered if she could hear the hammering of my heart. I was so fucking angry, but there was another feeling I didn’t recognize that was stronger than anger. Betrayal. Sadness. Grief. Could you experience grief when someone wasn’t dead?

During the New Year Festival, Matthias told me that Anna's mom had died the month before. Anna had been locked up for nine years for assaulting Walter and trying to hurt him badly. The wind was icy, but I did not feel the chill. Matthias kept talking, never bringing up Walter. I had heard Walter had been in the hospital twice last year because of stomach problems from drinking. Even in the hospital, he could not stop himself from drowning his sorrows in a bottle. However, Walter's troubles did not touch me anymore. After we talked about Anna's mom, Matthias asked with a hopeful look, "Emma, are you coming back for New Year's?"

"Maybe you think I deserve all of this." "Part of me thinks I probably do too." "But I can't keep living inside your anger." A sad smile appeared on her face. "That's why." "Because staying here is slowly destroying me." Angela looked at me for several seconds. "And I know my presence isn't making your life any easier either." "I think seeing me every day is just as much torture for you." Something tightened in my chest. "Neither of us is happy." "So why are we still doing this?" "Let's end it, Aaron."

He looked at me disapprovingly, “You don't look so good to me.” “I….” I was suddenly at a loss of words. How does one explain the feeling of one's soul being torn apart slowly and not being able to do anything about it? “Stop pressuring her, she's been through a lot.” Angela walked out rocking one of the twins in her arms. “How are you doing?” I gave her a tight smile, “better.” “Really? You look like you could use a mental home.” Jessy’s strong voice boomed, Old Solis followed behind her.

, ohh somebody has grown some wings, swiftly I move across the room and wrap my hand around his neck "just because, I let you follow me around, don't mean you talk to me anyhow" I press his neck, he of all people should know how quick temper I am, my parent have taken me to therapy countless times because of it, the poor woman has dig and dig, looking for what making so angry and arrogant, definitely not because of my parent, they are loving, caring, and always try their best to make me feel safe and loved, I'm just this way... "I'm..sor..ry" he struggles out, his face turning red,

"You won't lose me... And well I won't let you, but we have to be open with each other." " Your mood swings are or really dark . Where do you go to? I fear your silence ." " It's too early to pick me apart." "Then will you let me in?" "I've shown you my scars Angelo, even parts that the sun has not seen. I've let you in where no man has gone but my toys have." Angelo chuckled; and slid of his jacket and the scarf I gave him. I took off my jacket because I was feeling all hot and bothered and my heart was racing in a good way. He lifted my chin up and gently caressed my cheek moving closer and pulling me into his arms.