Angela Camacho Novels & Stories

If, she just said if, then it would be bad if everyone in the formation corresponded to a vengeful spirit in this world. Click! The Enter key was pressed. Amelia's eyes were pitch black, she turned the notebook screen and said, "I found her, Nieve Cordova, this is Salma's alias." "Pager?" Angelica looked over to where she was pointing, it was a photo of a hug, a car - obviously a gift from Humberto, a big bouquet of roses, and a lot of bank transfer records. For half a year, small amounts were 13149, and large amounts were 131421.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and he groaned sticking out his tongue inside me. "Fuck," I moaned. He put a finger inside me and fingered me. I could feel I was close to releasing my juices all over him. "Please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point. He added a second finger and I gasped. "Faster Theo," I moaned. I felt myself clench around his fingers. "Theodore..." I moaned. "Yes tesoro," he said, "Cum for me." (Tesoro: treasure)

" This will work out definitely " " That is why you are our underboss but please, who will you be sending for the package? " Alessio asked interestedly " Well I will be calling unto the smart Camilla and Emma. They are the most discreet female members but they won't be coming with the real package though " " Oh, understood. It's a bet, I see " Aldo said and Marco nodded. " Let's get into action then people. " Marco made a call to Camilla. He Informed her to come over and Instructed her more on what to do.

Any belief left inside of Camille that nothing terrible had happened was snuffed out and she felt herself crumbling under the weight of her dread. What had she done to get herself into this situation? “Alright.” Jag finally agreed but it gave Camille little relief. The tension within the room was almost suffocating as all four of them were silent. As agreed, Jag removed the cuffs from Camille’s wrists but not the bed, it was a reminder that while her hands were now free. Camille was still very much trapped. “Have you ever heard of an organisation called the Earth For Humans Alliance or EFHA?” Sid spoke up first, arms crossed over his chest while yellow eyes watched her like a hawk.

"Scarlett." ******

I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "It's fine," I said and held out my hand to give her a handshake. She looked at me with a confused look. "We're doing a proper introduction now. I'm Annabelle Siromani. You are?" "Carly Austin." Then we shook on it and I went back to my parents and Colton. Wait, Dex was there too. Maybe he came to watch the action or to give me moral support. Either way, I was glad to see him.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

It was the first time she donned the all-black tight bodysuit, the full mask, and the heavyset bulletproof army vest of the Smoke to hide her true identity. Even after we abandoned them, they have never abandoned us. If only my son knew that he was a scholar under the Castaneda's Charity Foundation he probably would find more ways to get back at Don Philippe and even expedite his plans on how to bring down my former employers. Angela's deep thoughts bring her to the many times she had created missions for herself to help the Agpalzas in bringing down competition who are set to harm them. And this was AFTER they have left their loving happy household. How could she not continue to be part of

Miranda’s face rouged and she took a sip of her juice, not being at all used to being given such blunt compliments. The woman rolled her eyes and propped her chin on her out outstretched hand. “Lucas, that was too damn cheesy. Ignore him, he’s a bit of a flirt. My name is Angela,” she said with her lips stretched into a kindred smile. Miranda cleared her throat and straightened up. “I’m Miranda, nice to meet you both,” she replied with a forced smile. Not that they weren’t nice, but she hadn’t expected to talk to anyone.

Aisa laughed, making Amara smile faintly but also confused about Nanay Unday’s reaction, though she dared not ask. “Ha! Sir’s brought home so many women before—rich ladies, businesswomen, sophisticated types... There’s no way someone like me would ever get a glance from him. I’m pretty sure his crazy girlfriend hardly even visits anymore. What was her name again?” Aisa joked, continuing to chop the veggies. “That’s Ma’am Angelica, Aisa! How could you forget?” Nanay Unday answered. Amara sighed deeply when she heard Angelica’s name, unsure how to feel about it. Nanay Unday was watching her every move carefully, and even if Amara avoided looking, she knew the older woman was studying her.