Angela Camacho Novels & Stories

She’s glad that she took that seat, in that way they will have some privacy. “Hi Gwenny!” She greeted her while sitting in front of her. Gwen makes a face. “Hi, your face!” She chuckled softly. “I’m sorry, okay?” “I’m sorry, okay?” Gwen imitated her sarcastically. “Do you want to hear everything or what?” She said seriously. “Hey! Angela Claire Ramirez you don’t have the right! You don’t know how worried I am about you!” Claire flinched upon hearing her full name. “I know, that is why I am saying sorry and I am here to explain.”

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

Angela was surprised to see such an elegant lady in the Monteros, since she doesn't look anything like the women she had seen with Antonio. Her fierce cold aura was rather more familiar to Antonio. The lady stared at Angela from her head down to her feet as if she was measuring her. “Angela, is it?" Angela nodded. She stepped into the room while Angela closed the door,still unsure who she is or what she wants from her. “I am Riley Montero”. Angela's eyes widened. “Oh my goodness, I didn't know”. “Exactly you don't know anything about us..about Anthonio,things like you don't know anything about high class people,do you even have the internet? You are nothing but a low born ,born of a low life

he cut her off " get out this Alexa....get out!" he screamed at her " i'll go...but I'm sorry -wait a minute what are you doing here?" she asked me " I just came to -uh" I looked at George for help and he looked like he wanted to be the good guy for once but to hell with that" I'm actually Shamika Williams, and I'm here to obviously see my man" I said,george looked at me side ways " alright -youre Shamika...aka Angela? alright -im out, Goodluck Connel" she said to George with tears running down her face as she got out the house

“I can help her. Why don’t you get those hardworking men a piece of cake while I clean her sleeve?” The maid hesitated. “It’s all right,” Angela assured the maid, realizing the woman had gone to great lengths to get her alone. “It was my fault. We’ll be fine.” Still looking doubtful, the maid nodded and left. Marissa then turned to the stylish woman and held out her hand. “I’m Angela Valdez.” The woman lifted a brow. “Don’t you mean Herrera? I’m Chanel Langston, General Menendez’s fiancée. Let me see what I can do about that stain.”

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

Xavier POV I clicked on the second message, it was about Angelina, my heart skipped when I saw the message, she looked beautiful in the picture, wearing those yellow dress which brightened her skin, the first message was her background, her real name is Angelina Hampton, and she had been living with her parents for 15 years, she probably might have ran away from home or was taken to live in a convent, and she have lived in the convent when she was sixteen, and later went to college, to study finance, she couldn't finish her college due to financial issues, she dropped out from school, she had a boyfriend in college who cheated on her with her best friend, and she had been working in a cafe e

Beau points out bluntly, but the King was far convinced. "But she wasn't forced to do it. It was her urge that drove her to touch me like that!" Caius chuckles, unable to hold his thoughts any longer. "This is a major development, Beau! Maybe the next time I provoke her, she'll end up fucking me out of anger." "I don't think..." Beau got silenced halfway from the way he felt the King's dreadful gaze swallow him. "You were saying?" "The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways."

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

“Angelo, I have seventy-three missed calls, yours, what an intensity, plus I have a voicemail message from that scumbag Mr. White.” “Ximena, who is Mr. White?” “Angelo is the manager of the mine, a bad person.” “I assumed the manager was Don Molina; he's a goofy, drunken, good-natured guy.” “It should be him; I would like to put him in charge and send that imitation of White's manager to hell.” Angelo suggested to Ximena, who reproduced the message out loud, that although it sounded choppy, in addition to White's lack of diction, the message could only be understood in a few words: