Angel Falls A Novel Holiday Cast Novels & Stories

“What’s all of this?” “Oh, look how cute you are! You said breakfast. I’m here to make breakfast,” Angel says. “Mom makes a mean waffle,” Xander says, walking in with his daughter, Felicity, in his arms. “For you, I have to make nearly a hundred!” Angel says as Cayd raises his hands. “Everyone, we have a lot of new faces, and I’m sure I’ll do this again in a few minutes, but…” he says, and he goes around the room introducing everyone.

The one who, if Castle hadn’t pulled the trigger at the last second, would’ve left me in a body bag instead of him. I had mixed feelings about Dan. Always had. We were never friends, but never enemies either. He was sharp, ambitious, the kind of man who always had something judgmental to say. Yes, Daniel Flair was a real asshole. Still, I never thought he hated me enough to want me dead. And yet… if Castle hadn’t stepped in, it would’ve been me dead, not him. “I—” My voice cracked. “Yeah. This is Angel.” “I just… I wanted to reach out. We’re holding a family ceremony for Dan. Nothing too big. Just us, his people, saying goodbye. I thought you should be there. You were his partner.”

Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up. The door was open, so I walked in without knocking. She didn't notice. "What rom-com are we watching?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. She pointed at the screen, grinning. "When Christmas Gets Romantic!" My breath caught. Of course. A movie about falling for someone you shouldn't. About crossing lines you can't uncross. Just like me and Silas. Except I wasn't some innocent heroine stumbling into love. I was the girl getting finger-fucked in a wine cellar by her best friend's father—and going back for more.

She even arranged for him to stay in the master bedroom and told me to move into the guest room, all because Adam was frail and required round-the-clock care. I could only comfort myself that no matter what, they were just family. … "Are you even listening to me?" Talia's shrill voice cut through my thoughts. I snapped back to reality and quickly turned on my computer. I pulled up the volcanic eruption forecast, printed it out, and handed it to her. "Canlis Mountain will erupt tonight at midnight at a level-four intensity. The mountain is right next to Bareyard Village!" Talia took the report, skimmed it carelessly, and then ripped it to shreds.

And it suddenly felt like he was transported to another world. There were no people near the restroom. Unlike earlier. But it was warm. The scent of cologne, cigar, champagne and wine is assaulting his senses. All the people were now standing near the main ballroom. ‘Room 808. MIdnight.’ Angel’s words echoed like a promise. Or a challenge. Tony grinned. “Like a fucking cinderella.” He checked his wrist. Looking at the time. “Shit. It’s only 9:30 pm?” But it felt so long.

I wasn't as exceptional, but I had earned a decent reputation at the broadcasting station. Pretty much everyone assumed we were meant to be. No one realized the one he really cared about was the girl who had gone back to her hometown—his childhood sweetheart and the housekeeper's daughter, Celia Smith. "Don't go quiet on us. Is there some kind of misunderstanding? Don't do anything rash. I really think Sam cares about you…" Mr. Jameson babbled. "Alright, that's enough. Go somewhere else, would you?" Mr. Hall cut Mr. Jameson off before he could finish.

In one smooth motion, he dismounted, his boots landing firmly on the ground. Meanwhile, Angelicca began walking toward him. The cheerful laughter of the children continued to echo throughout the area, their excited giggles filling the air and adding warmth to the scene. “Jace, take the pastries and candies out of the boxes. Help me hand them out to the children,” Angelicca said softly, her gentle voice carrying a warmth that immediately drew everyone's attention. “We can take care of it,” Jace replied without hesitation. Angelicca glanced at him for a moment before giving a brief nod of approval.

She had nearly flipped the table, too. The whole room had erupted in whispers, and Monica's wealthy boyfriend had been so embarrassed that he had broken up with her on the spot. Howard then called security and had her thrown out of the ballroom. In this new life, I had imagined many possible outcomes. But I never expected that Monica would kill again. Only this time, she didn't kill me. She killed Howard instead. On the day Howard and his new wife held their wedding, Monica disguised herself as a server and slipped into the venue.

"I do not understand what is happening to me. I am a complete mess. Every time I think about this love—this forbidden, impossible love I feel for her—I am filled with frustration and conflict. I do not want to betray the Father, and I certainly do not want to betray Eron. But I cannot help what I feel. I am completely drowned and overwhelmed by these emotions." "I know you are strong enough to get through this, too," Ajal said firmly. "Just do not give in to despair. And above all… do not ever let yourself be carried away by the rush of your emotions alone." Ajal is a true friend and an exceptional guide. He always helps me see things clearly. He was also the one who told me about the existe