Will Solace Angst Novels & Stories

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.

Ashley’s POV Will didn’t get angry at my words. Instead, he simply continued to stare at me measuredly, a faint smile on his face, as if he found my anger amusing. That angered me all the more, and for a moment, I almost forgot that I was dealing with a crazy psychopath. It took everything in me not to lunge across the table and claw that nauseating smile off his face.

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,

smiled Erito with his cynicism and sarcasm mixed and attached one to another. Helen Angsani was really being trapped inside her own intelligence this time. Anger, frustration and helplessness began to flutter and fly towards various directions over the valley of her mind, feeling, thought and consideration.

"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.

It’s an oppressive, suffocating pressure that makes it hard to breathe. “Trust me. There is nothing in this world like the wrath of a mother.” “Leave it to me,” Cassian says calmly. Too calm. It’s the kind of silence that precedes a hurricane. And from the aura he's exuding, Angela knows he means it this time. But that is if he finds Melinda before she does. Because this time she intends to make Melinda feel every ounce of agony she endured in the two lifetimes of sabotage and blood. …~…