Angela Ashes Novels & Stories

“THERE, YOU make a beautiful bride. El jefe should be pleased and will show Ysalane good favor.” “You will pay for your part in Herrera’s evil,” Angela said through clenched teeth. “There is a God and you will pay.” She kept her gaze directed at Ysalane rather than at the mirror she stood before. She wanted to shred the white satin and lace gown from her body on principle alone. But since she didn’t know when or where she’d find any clothing, she bore the humiliating finery, hating every second that she was once again forced to do, say, and be what she despised in order to survive.

Please, forgive us. Angela stares at Soralina as she cries her heart out, knowing exactly that it is no longer the fear of death that has her crying like this, but the memory of her brother. The brother that she killed. Slowly but surely, Angela walks towards Soralina before kneeling down in front of her, looking at the girls face who cries with her eyes shut tight.

“What about you, Mary?” “I can’t imagine why anyone would be looking for me,” she said with a shrug. “And I work for you now. So I’ll do whatever you want.” “How do you have any money when you’re dead?” Rome asked her. “Bart moved all of my money before I died. It looks like I gave it all to charities before I killed myself. All of your money is in a new account, too,” she added. “Wait--I have money?” Rome asked.

According to the books, Diana’s eyes were dark. “So what you’re telling me, is that I’m a reincarnation of someone long dead?” Hermione asked, looking offended. “Not exactly a reincarnation. I’d say you are going to be used as a host or something, cos you’re different from her, your heart is kinder”, Lang Lang replied, looking thoughtful. "Or do you have dreams of a past life or something?" “None that I can think of,” Hermione said. Withholding the dream she had in her kitchen and not knowing why.

Mrs Garicia asked. "Lunch is ready and on the table," she replied after thinking for a while. "Get out of my sight," Mrs Garcia yelled at her annoyed by her reply. Asira runs away from her presence returning to the kitchen. Mrs Garica dialled Camila's number and brought the phone to her ears. "Camila, where are you?" she asked as soon as the call connected. "At the hospital, with Dad," she replied on the other side of the phone. "What happened? Are you not well?" she asked.

Javier asked so Angela's attention was now on him. Angela laughed as she looked at Javier. "I didn't know that after six years you're still stupid, Javier. Just because I hate her doesn't mean I'm going to kill her. Okay, here's the catch for all of you. I planned to kill her because I really hate her but sad to say, someone preceded me to do that. See, my hands are clean, I didn't use them on Hillary. I am not the one who killed her," Angela said at length.

It was a sight that made her feel like a woman transformed from the ashes of her past. Seated in the luxurious car, Abigail couldn't contain her wonder. She looked around, taking in the remarkable transformation that had occurred in her life. It felt surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. The pain of her losses was still fresh, but the promise of a brighter future was undeniable.

“It was passed down that the bloodline of your ex lover would be in full possession of a piece, your urn. Kayla made a request to be given your ashes as a peace token for handing you over to the hands of the Alpha of their time to slay. It was said that your urn is to be with them, maybe along the way, it might have been given to the wrong hands or might have been sold to the hands of strangers. But for what it was, your urn isn't here in this Park.” His words had set fire burning through me, these people were still trying to act cunny. In my eyes, I saw their ancestors, the very people who approved and conducted my execution “You dare not joke with me.” I lit a fire that spread throughout t

Samuel roared and swept the urn onto the floor. The urn fell to the ground and the ashes spilled everywhere. I looked at Samuel in disbelief with tears constantly falling. "S-Samuel! H-How could you! That's Nina!"

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."