What Does 'Angry Inch' Mean In Hedwig And The Angry Inch?

Abandoned when she was a kid, Serenity grew up pretty much with poverty and unknown illness, causing her to gain weight. However because of her kindness, her mate used her until she met him. The cursed Lycan Prince who couldn't be touched by any women or he would lose his mind. Except, when he touched her, his entire soul calmed down, making him rethink about the very person he almost killed.

Blair is a vampire who just moved from Transylvania to experience human life with her foster mother in America. She met a human girl named Pryce, who hates her so much, or that's what she just thought because of their rough first encounter. Then Blair's life turned into something she never expected as the time came that she fell in love with Pryce, who turned out to be a werewolf that is about to awaken. And none of them knew that Pryce wasn't just an ordinary werewolf but the destined queen. AUTHOR'S NOTE: The sequel is named "Price Of Pryce". Also, there is a Filipino edition of this book, named "Ang Reyna At Ang Abnoy".

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.

The hermit Ryder Quin never thought that one day, her crush of three years now, the very handsome Aiden Caley, would suddenly want to be her friend. What's more, a stranger broke into her backyard one night, his face hidden underneath a hood, and ever since then he would show up at night and leave before midnight. The quiet and uninteresting life of hers unexpectedly was thrown into chaos. Having an introverted personality, Ryder struggles to keep up with the very energetic Aiden. However, because of the lack of her social skills, all of Aiden's flirty remarks and hints miss the mark, leading to Ryder accidentally friend-zoning her crush, all while trying to figure out who the stranger that meets her every night is. With the mystery of the stranger's identity and the awkward moments spent with Aiden pickling her mind and heart, Ryder realizes that she has been dragged into a whirl of feelings she has never experienced before.

Lyra Castell once believed love could survive anything — even fame. But when her husband, Dorian Veynor, betrayed her on stage and the world turned against her, her voice, her child, and her heart were destroyed. Years later, she returns as The Phoenix — the mysterious singer the world can’t stop talking about. Behind the mask hides the woman Dorian once loved… and the one who’s come to make him pay. Because this time, Lyra isn’t here to sing for love. She’s here to burn for revenge.

****Excerpt**** “You see yourself as ordinary,” he said softly. “But entire worlds have crumbled and come apart for far less than a woman of your beauty.” He pushed his horn further again, filling her another inch. Her flame flared white-hot behind her ribs. Begging, pleading, clawing. “That’s it, my little whore. You like that, don’t you?” he preened against the corner of her mouth. His voice hit her harder than the horn. Dirty, cruel, worshipful. The word whore sent heat spiralling down her spine, making her clench around the invasion. She hated the word. She loved how he said it. “Please…” She started. He squeezed her throat, cutting off the rest of her words. Her breath hitched violently at the pressure, but she surrendered to the feeling. “Unless you are about to beg me to fuck your ass harder with this horn, I don’t want to hear how you can’t take any more.” He growled, low and threatening. A wave of want crashed into her so hard she whimpered. Adelaide should have been scared. In a way, she was. It wasn’t fear that made her heart pound, it was the terrifying realisation that she wanted exactly what he demanded. She wanted to feel the thickness of his horn deep inside her, wanted the stretch, the pain, the pleasure. She wanted all of what she knew he could give her. She leaned her head back to run her tongue over the seam of his lips. “Fuck me harder.” She said softly, the words barely a whisper. They carried the desperation, surrender, hunger, devotion, need. Her voice trembled with the weight of what she was giving him. Of what she was asking him to do to her. He growled. The sound vibrated through her, deep and possessive.