Angela Camacho Novels & Stories

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.”

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

I pull my hands out of his and walk ahead of him. I won't be a coward to anyone. As we enter, my eyes roam the room, there are chattering and footsteps as everyone tries to find a seat. Mason pulls out a chair and sits next to me. I don't miss the few glances my way. My eyes roam the room and fall on Angel, a female agent in the background. I've worked with her and fuck if she wasn't one of the baddest bitches I've seen. There's just something about seeing a woman as headstrong as you are.

She offered him a gentle smile before stepping forward to bow low before the queen. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, we have traveled a long way to be here, and we only wish to see for ourselves whether our packmate is well," she said calmly and humbly, keeping her head bowed and gaze averted. Layon watched the queen examining Angel, watched the way her brow raised and her face turned to a deep scowl. "And you are?" "Angel Hale, Silverdale omega, Your Majesty,"

The door banged to her face. My phone pinged and I fished it out from my pocket. We’ve found Angela, but there is something you must know. Angela has a three years old daughter named Mckenzie. I think she moved on boss man. What are your orders? - Lucas

"You! You seem so arrogant, it seems like Alex spoils you a lot. But I have to tell you one thing, Miss-" "Angelina. Just call me Angelina. My name is Angelina, You don't have to call me miss," Angelina interrupted. "Well, Angelina, I'll tell you one thing. I am the only woman Alex loves. Alex loves me very much and he would do anything for me. He can only give all his love to me, not to another girl. So, if you think you're loved by Alex now, I think it's just a form of escapism because Alex lost me." Camila said at length.

She normally never did that, but to know that she did, I could tell that something bad happened. “Mama…?” “Renata has been hurt,” she said, making my eyes widen in surprise. I went to walk past her, but she shook her head, stopping me, and I frowned in confusion. “Diego, she…” “Mama, you come and tell me that she’s been hurt and you don’t allow me to go and see…” “She was with child, Diego.” She said, making my heart drop. “What?” I asked, taking a step back. “How…?”

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Alpha Ryan Damison All I see is red. Anger. My veins ferociously pulsate hard as I think of my mate. My mate is a guy, I can’t accept this shit. Clearly, the Moon goddess had it out for me. What a sly bitch, as there is no more hilarious mistake than pairing me with a guy! I knew she hated me from the start. But there were bigger bastards than me in the past. Then why me? Why? My chest heaves menacingly, anger and fury rising to the surface. The way my mate existed disgusts me. His gender disgust me, his thin body, his weakness, everything about him disgusts me.