X Reader Angst Ignored Mga Nobela at Kwento

Angelica “What’s he doing here?” Marina asks from beside me, looking over her shoulder at the front doors. Then she turns to me, taking my hand in hers, and squeezing. “Angie, I didn't know he was coming. He told me he wouldn’t.” I bite the inside of my lips, different emotions flowing through me but the most apparent being anger and fear. My lack of response makes her place her free hand atop my caged one. I look up from the table to meet her eyes that hold nothing but pity for me.

He reached out, his hand moving toward my waist, his fingers twitching with a hunger that made me want to scream. ​"I told you not to come out!" ​The voice sliced through the air like a guillotine. ​Xavier was standing at the top of the stairs, his silhouette dark and jagged. He didn't even look at the drunk guy, his eyes were locked on me, burning with a fury that felt physical. ​"Xavier, I was just—" I started. ​He didn't let me finish. He moved with the speed of a strike, his hand clamping around my wrist in a grip that wasn't painful, but was absolutely unyielding. He ignored the drunk guy entirely, who scrambled away the second he saw the look on Xavier's face.

Xavier slowly pulled his hand away,the smile on his lips fading away… What if one day she finds out who he really is and all the awful things that he has done in life? Will she accept him for who he really is and all his flaws or…will she run for the hills and never want to see him ever again? The mere thought of it scared the hell out of the mafia don. Angelina frowned when she realised the shift in Xavier's mood and she couldn’t help it but frown, wondering what was wrong with him. “Is…everything okay?Did I say something wrong?” she asked hesitantly.

The warmth of the hug feels incredible, but self-consciousness creeps in, making me second-guess myself. Just as I contemplate pulling away, he pulls me back and tightens his grip, burying his face in my hair and absorbing my scent. It's both surprising and pleasing. With my eyes closed, I relish the sensation of his arms around me. After a while, a growl rumbles through him. I open my eyes, confused, and then I see Miles at the door, his eyes reflecting hurt. I try to pull away, but Alpha Xander holds me firmly. Miles turns away and walks off, leaving me torn between the unexpected connection with the Alpha and the strained friendship with Miles. The complex emotions hanging in the air make

Angela whispered when a wave of jealousy hits her. "Why I am thinking about it? It doesn't matter to me" Angela muttered then started reading the book. She was so lost in the book when her phone started ringing. Angela picked up the phone without seeing the id. "Hello," Angela said. "How are you okay?" Came a husk voice from another side. "Who are you?" Angela asked him. "Xavier" Xavier said from another side. "Which Xavier?" Angela asked. She was so lost in the book that she forgot that it was her husband's name.

] The wind flipped the notebook to the last page. [My memories with him.] Lightning cracked, and the pregnancy test kit fell off the bookshelf to smack into Xander’s face. He supported himself against the table as his legs trembled discreetly. He looked uneasy. I stood beside him and shouted at the top of my “lungs”, “WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME, XANDER?!” Grace screamed and ran out of the room. I ignored her and stared at the man I loved for ten years with bloodshot eyes.

I don’t feel anything towards her except pure undiluted rage and hatred. I turn around to leave ignoring Ethan. I see we have attracted a small group but I don’t care. Among the people who are there are Xander, Asher and Adrian. While Xander and Asher’s looks portray disappointment as if I did something wrong Adrian’s portrays something else. Something I don’t have time nor the energy to interpret. I move past them, ignoring them and just leave without saying a word.

“Meaning you want me to ‘meddle’ in your relationship.” Irritation coursed through me sharply. God, he was infuriating. “Are you going to help me or not?” He scoffed, leaning back onto the couch. “You’re unbelievable.” I ignored his attitude. “Well?” He dragged a hand down his face, clearly debating whether to ignore me out of spite. Then he sighed. “Fine,” he muttered. “But only because I want the best for Elliot.” “I’ll take it.” He pointed at me. “This does not mean I forgive you.”

I nodded, and he continued to kiss me, his hands under my shirt and on my bare hips. Now everything was final. I could never leave him or be separated from him; otherwise, I would have to suffer the major pain of Xander not being with me. My heart would throb whenever he was too far away from me, and my emotions would tell me to do things I wouldn't normally do. Great, there will be another version of Chayse that I didn't want my brother to see. A romantically active Chayse with a large heart and eyes for only Xander. I never want to see this Chayse again, so I'll push her down.

He is an Alpha; why would he be loyal when the girls are throwing themselves at him? “Fuck. How can he...” Xander shuts his mouth when he feels my anger rising. “That’s how the Alphas are; I’m not shocked,” I shrug, smiling at Xander. “Of course, he can dance with that bi...” I pause and let out the breath that I wasn’t aware of holding in and add, “Girl. I’m not his Luna or mate and I will never be. I would rather fucking die than marry him.” I storm off before he can respond as I fail to keep my anger at bay. I move to the bar counter and sit on the empty chair.