Angela Ashes Novels & Stories

“Burned how?” Priya shook her head; her lips pressed together in a thin line. “Not just a spill or a shock. It’s…he’s…scorched. Like something marked him.” Without waiting for a response, she turned and moved briskly down the corridor toward the east wing, Isla close behind.

Black smoke spread across the road before a lone figure emerged from within, walking toward her. A terrified whimper escaped Angela. She staggered backward seeing her sworn enemy in all her dark glory. Those dark blue eyes. Blonde hair dancing wildly in the wind. The flowing black gown. None of it could deceive her. This wasn't Luna Beatrice. It was Kesha. The black witch smiled at her. A wicked smile. “Finally, we meet, Angela Armstrong.”

The entire chamber was a blend between ash-grey and slate-white. The very first thing that landed in front of her eyes is the 50-inch 4k television attached to a glass wall. She gulped and browsed through her body to check if her clothes were still there, and thankfully she was wearing the same blue dress she wore the last night. She tried to recall the events that took place last night. The last thing that came into her was Lucifer's worried face staring down at her and after that everything went bleak. Angela swung her legs out of the bed, her feet landed on the plush ash-grey carpet. She checked herself at the vanity mirror and she had a truly depressing look.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

Episode Six Angela's ghost stared around in fear as they made calculable steps towards the dark wood in so much fear . She was shivering in fear. "Stephanie I don't think I want to continue this journey anymore please I want to go back to my body" Angela said in fear. "You don't have to worry about anything Angela,,, nothing bad will happen to you" Stephanie assured her. "But where exactly are we going?' She asked staring around. "I want to tell you everything you need to know about Grunga and about how I died" She said as she sat on a mahogany tree stem.

I muttered confused when it suddenly hit me I stared at Asher in shock "Yo.....u y....ou you?" "Yes Carmella, both you and asher blood is needed for this sacrifice! " Angela confirmed dropping the bomb on me......!!! TBC........ Please I need ur rating and reviews Please you all should try to drip ur comments on what you think about the story so far

Angela screams at him. I touch Angela's shoulder. "Stop, just kill him, let this go," I say to her. This self-destructive behavior is not good for her, me, or Tia. It has to stop. Yes, we need to end the auction, but we cannot do this to ourselves. Tia is crying. Aspen has still not shown up. Where did he go? Angela shakes and cries but finally takes the gun and places it right on the Alpha's temple. "Goodnight, you bastard!" she screams. She pulls the trigger and then lets the gun drop to the floor.

Angela walked over to the broken vase, "this used to be my mom's favorite vase. She was always around it." "What do you mean your mom's favorite vase?" "Well, it was an import from Italy." Angela picks up the broken pieces, "But yes, this is as broken as my family." Claire walked up to Angela placing her hand on Angela's shoulder, "it may be broken, but you can still glue the remaining pieces." Angela smiled at Claire's gesture, "it's okay. Let's focus on what's here."

Her first and second calls went unanswered, but on the third try, her call was finally answered. "Hello, good afternoon?" "Yes, good afternoon." "Is this Mr. Raphael Ashborne?" "Yes, it is." "My name is Anggia. May I have a moment of your time for an important discussion?" "Yes, go ahead." Anggia smiled broadly. She began to speak, explaining her intentions and reasons for contacting him, hoping that her plans would succeed and everything would go smoothly.

her hands were still outstretched. It took a while for Ashley to catch up, and she handed Asher to her. “I am sorry" “It is not a problem," Angela said with a wide smile that didn't reach her eye. Ashley wondered why she had not seen through her facade earlier. Now that she knew her true intentions it was easier to identify the fake smiles. Angela had been putting on an act for a long time now. She wondered how someone wouldn’t love her family. She tried to find befitting excuses to justify Angela’s hatred but nothing could suffice. Asher was only an innocent child, he didn’t deserve to be abandoned by his mother. Ashley noticed she had been standing awkwardly for a long. “I will be leaving