Angel Ward Novels & Stories

But those who hadn’t known were visibly stunned. “What? She was the younger heiress of the Walton family?” “That can’t be right. Wasn’t she the one representing Walton Corporation at the Vanguard Group bidding meetings?” “You’re right, I saw her at previous galas too. It’s all starting to make sense now. This entire party was meant to make it official.” No one was more shocked than Joseph. It finally clicked. He stared at Aurora on stage, mouth slightly open. She looked radiant like a crimson rose in full bloom, beautiful and commanding, yet edged with thorns.

we greeted. Alex stood from his chair to welcome us before offering a chair to sit on. “Join us, Amanda. I am glad you decided to come.” Yeah, because I thought Sebastian was going to be here. That liar! Why would he even invite me? What a messed-up game. Elena spoke to Ana for a few seconds before she disappeared into the kitchen. I watched the bag she was holding. “Broken glass,” Diego interrupted my thoughts. “Did someone get hurt?” I was a little preoccupied.

Wanda also knew he was going to be a problem, so she decided that once she had found someone else, she would then poison him and make it look like he suffered from a heart attack. She had started introducing him as her bodyguard; no one would think anything of it. She had been taking care of him since he had been dismissed. Since he was poor, no one would really care to investigate it. Wanda took her son and went abroad, which is where she ran into Vangeline’s mother, Angelica, while she was on a business trip. Having been invited to an auction, both ladies bid on a bracelet. Angelica wanted it for her daughter Vangeline’s birthday gift. Wanda wanted it because she—well, just wanted it.

She couldn't afford to start such a public argument with the son of Silverdale's alpha werewolf. It was like starting an argument with a damn prince. Word would spread all over. Feeling the eyes of every member of the crowd on her, Angel turned and began to storm from the field, barging her way through the edge of the crowd, luckily avoiding any of the other werewolves. The only problem was, Layon followed her. She had barely made it around the edge of the bleachers, just out of sight of the crowd, when he grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her beneath them. Her heart hammered as he slammed her back against the pillar that held

Angeline and Wayne stepped into the private room and then took off their weapons. Angeline had a fair and beautiful face, with starry eyes and delicate eyebrows. Her Bordeaux red hair was curled into glamorous waves, making her the epitome of beauty. She had a curvaceous figure, with a particularly prominent bust. Taking off the sunglasses that covered half of her face, she looked slightly tired, as she had been staying up late frequently with the film crew recently.

I swiftly followed the same path and pulled the fire alarm, escaping the building under Albert's escort. When I was running toward the second ward, I finally bumped into Quince. When I saw him, I finally understood why I had mistaken Jason for the villain in my previous lives. Quince was too ordinary. He was in his white lab coat, looking fair and clean. Perhaps because he was in a rush, he was sweating a little. "Dr. Larson, are you alright?" He quickly sized me up with an anxious gaze. I shook my head. I looked at his hands, which were still holding onto a scalpel. I was still worried. Could such a gentle and nerdy-looking doctor truly save my life?

Blushing, she looked away and cleared her throat. "You know," he continued and she looked up at him. "I've always heard that Chief West had another daughter apart from the other two that the media is very familiar with. She was termed The Reclusive Daughter. You never attended social functions with your family, even the times your father was around. The Media knew there was another girl who was different in looks in the West household but they weren't even sure if you, really were West's daughter or just a relative or even his ward since you were never present with your family on social gatherings."

~ Next Midnight ~ I stood in front of the mirror, hardly recognizing myself in the midnight blue gown. Eight years ago, I would have worn something like this without a second thought, floating through ballrooms on Michael's arm as Mrs. Walton. Tonight was different. Tonight, I was attending the Halgate annual charity gala as Aria Campbell, CEO of Campbell Designs, mother of twins, survivor. "You look beautiful, Mom," Alex said from the doorway of my bedroom. He was already dressed in his little tuxedo, hair slicked back in an attempt to tame his cowlick.

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere. ****** Raphaella told the doctor of all the symptoms she had, and the doctor drew blood from her and took it to the lab for testing. So, right now she was waiting in his office for the test results and Raphaella decided to call Betty. “Hey girl, what's up?” Betty asked in her usual, bright tone. Raphaella groaned. “You won't believe who my new bodyguard is.” “Who is it? Is it that hot bodyguard/ model that we always see on TV? Oh my gosh! Is it Dwayne Johnson?” Betty asked, excitedly. Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess.