Angel Alquiza Novels & Stories

asked Queenza faltering in Valencia's grip. "Oh.. you asked, what am I talking about?! Then what do you think? Don't think with my identity as Valencia who lost her memory, I don't know anything! I may be currently weak with my identity as Valencia. But you must not forget, Queenza. I am still Alexa Zheyana Hoult!" Valencia released her grip roughly. "Aughhh..." moaned Queenza with her body lurching backwards. Luckily, Queenza held onto the sofa beside her. Otherwise, she would have fallen backwards.

His dark eyes fixed on her, and for a moment, she felt as though he could see through the layers of confusion, fear, and fragility inside her. He leaned forward slightly. His voice, low and steady, wrapped around her like velvet. “How are you feeling, Alina?” Her throat was dry, but she managed a hoarse, “Better… I think.” He gave a slow nod, lips curving faintly at the edges. “I havent properly introduced myself, mmy names are Señor Álvarez Alejandro Cortez III, I understand how sacred, how overwhelming all of this must feel to you.” He paused, his gaze holding hers with unnerving calm. “The last thing you said before collapsing was a name. Zara. So we did our findings. We got through to he

I stood right beside his swivel chair. I looked at Analise once I was beside him. His hand suddenly snaked around my waist, and her eyes widened at what she saw. “Who’s she?” she asked, eyeing me from head to foot. “Seraphina Salazar,” Alaric answered shortly. But something about my name shocked Analise even more. She covered her mouth, clearly not expecting that. “Salazar? The Salazar that…” She didn’t finish her sentence. She blinked repeatedly, staying silent for a few seconds.

“I just ran a background check on you.” He paused to analyze her expression. Will she give anything away with the slightest shift in her eyes or even a bead of sweat breaking free? Nothing. Alina remained composed and his eyes skidded back to the papers in his hands. She was clean. No criminal records, no sketchy details. An ordinary background for an ordinary maid. “Alina Diaz,” Antonio muttered her name as if he could physically taste it. Beautiful name, he thought. Orphaned at 18 years old, moved back to Mexico at twenty. No records or connections and worked in small time service jobs.

“She’s lying, Enzo. She’s no Luna. She’s an Omega, for God’s sake. All she’s good for is cooking and cleaning – and even then she’s no Nigella Lawson.” Enzo frowned. “Nigella Lawson?” “A human chef,” I muttered, fixing my gaze on my feet. My trainers were wearing through at the soles and toes. I’d been stupid to ever feel hope. This was all my life would ever be, now: Alpha Ryker and his cruelty, and horrible, old sneakers that I’d never be able to replace. “It doesn’t matter.”

And unfortunately, seeing him like that sent my mind reeling, reminding me of last night’s steamy encounter. “Al! I’ve made a deal with your wife. If she loses the boxing match against Haruka, she has to hand you over to me!” Angela explained in a feigned, coquettish tone. Alvaro didn’t respond to Angela at all. His gaze shifted to fix on me, sharp and cold, as if seeking confirmation that all this madness was actually true. “Do you guys think I’m some kind of commodity, huh?!” Alvaro snapped in a high-pitched voice. His eyes were still fixed on me. I didn’t know why, but that man looked incredibly angry… even deeply disappointed.

"Shut up, si, puttana?" I nodded, falling silent, before the ping sound of Candy Crush reverberated through the car. "Hey, Alessandro?" I asked nervously. It wasn't my fault I was suddenly talkative, okay? I wanted to bite my tongue off, but I just couldn’t shut up for some reason. "What level are you on?" The other man chuckled deeply at that. "Oh, I hope Don keeps her. She's fun." "Who's Don?" I asked. "Seven eighty-three." Alessandro said.

She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax. “Because, of all my lives, this is the only one where I came to meet Aunt Margarette and Finrod!” As Ellaine swallowed the Hristoax, her whole body glowed. She felt new energy flow in her veins empowering her. Her perplexed mind became instantly cleared and her senses were improved. “No!” Ánië tossed Finrod away. “You thief!” She attacked Ellaine who released a beam of light, hurling her couple of feet away. Ellaine stared at her hands, taken aback. She is a witch. From the human pillar? But she already met Alderon, the human wizard.

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

Tatiana could only plead in her mind for her dear existence that the Alpha will be lenient enough to spare her. "You're not compatible for me." the Alpha cracked up a mocking barb. "I kept up with such an outstanding expectation from Thyagaraja clan and what did I get in return? Disappointment, perhaps." Tatiana was tight-lipped while hearkening to his insults. How could she berate if the man who disgraced her is the Alpha who controlled a massive territory? His clasp on her hair shrank. "The goddess must be ridiculing me for having such a failure mate."