Novel & Cerita Angela Camacho

Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing. “Um, I am 21. I am live here in the Kingdom on the outskirts in town called Lohan. I am training to be a nursery teacher and I don’t know what else to say. Oh call me Angel” she says smiling shyly at us. She’s blushing and I love it. She is so adorable when she blushes. “Wow a nursery teacher” says Nova. “You will do well with Logan then. He is basically an overgrown toddler at times” Logan looks insulted but Angelina giggles at this comment and we are so enchanted by it no one can be mad.

Mishka said as soon as she picked up the call. “Hey, Mish! It’s me, Angela.” Angela responded from the other side and Mishka sighed. “Hi! How are you?” Mishka asked. “I am doing well. I wanted to know if you’re going to the club?” Angela asked. “I am not sure about that. Actually, Chris has been missing since afternoon and I am kind of getting worried now.” Mishka said, biting her lower lip anxiously. “Oh, don’t worry! I am coming to you,” Angela ended the call and a few minutes later, Mishka heard a knock on their suite’s door and she quickly opened it.

" Angela cursed, walking ahead. God, she is incredibly mean. Miss Parker heaved a sigh, making me look at her slightly but dropped my gaze. "You are new here so I will tell you this, " she said, making me look at her. "That's Angela Montero. Daughter of one of the richest Russian mafia men. She is Eli's fiance. One of the bosses." Eli's fiance? They are both ill tempered. They are so mean. Could be a match made in heaven. "I advise you to avoid her. She is trouble. Very spoilt and disrespectful. I wonder why she was chosen by the Don to marry his son."

The woman smiled at him, “What a very romantic prince you remain as.” “Ofcourse.” Cleoffe replied. I froze when the woman’s gaze found mine. She wrinkled her brows then smiled, “And who is this beautiful young lady we have here? A princess, perhaps? Or are you Miss Sachiel’s daughter? You somewhat resemble her when she was at your age.” I glanced at Cleoffe then looked at the woman, “G-Good Evening, m-ma’am… I-I’m Angela Santos.” “She’s my girlfriend.” Said Cleoffe.

Well, she should enjoy the little time she had with Greg, because she, Laura West would strike again soon and this time, she would not lose. Her days of taking shits and accepting defeats were over. Her days of being softhearted, merciful and showing pity and kindness when she wasn't supposed to, were over. So Samantha, be on the watch starting tonight because Laura West, mother of Cameron West Williams, yes Williams, is out to take what, or rather who rightfully belonged to her. ❤❤❤ She saw him excuse himself from Samantha and headed towards the restroom and she straightened and turned to Dexter with a sweet smile.

Willing him to speak, to explain. John glances to me, then back to the road, then to me again. "Look, Andrea," he begins... "JOHN," Christophe screams as a car smashes into the side of us. My head snaps to the side so quickly I don't get a look at who it is, hitting the window with a crack. The car flips.

Just then, Angel rushed in. I choked on my saliva, my pupils dilated. “An…Angel, what are you doing here? I…I…mean, you are…up?” I squeaked. “Hey sis!” She muttered cheerfully, strutting towards me with her hands wide open. “I'm really sorry about your miscarriage!” She whispered softly into my ear as we embraced. I swallowed hard before responding with a thanks. She was supposed to be with Luis, not up and running with Ace. And if Ace reclaimed her, where was Luis? I wondered rhetorically.

Maisy said, trying to reassure her young madam. “I know, it’s just…something doesn’t feel right” Amelia replied. She turns her gaze to her maids before letting out a heavy sigh. She then walked towards the mini living room and sat down on the couch before opening the TV to get her mind somewhere else. Amelia was watching silently when her phone rang. Helga took it from the bed and handed her the phone. Amelia answers it after noticing that it was a call from Damian. ‘Damian!’ she thought. “Hello, is this Mrs. Castillo?” the woman said on the other line.

" I hung up. A few minutes later I heard my phone buzz. A photo of my Angel displayed on the MMS leaving me shell shocked. ♡ Angela♡ You're best friend is calling. . . You're best friend is calling . . . "Wait! I'm coming." I said as my phone rang continuously. I sat down on the couch and took deep breaths wiping off the sweat on my forehead. "Hello?" I asked, breathlessly. "Woah, did you run a marathon?"

“God, I’m gonna miss you. You were the only one who actually loved me in this hellhole.” I smiled, “We’ll call each other, and I’m sure we’ll still see each other.” “yeah” he muttered I turned around and started the car, lifting my heavy bridal train as I walked. “Wait!” I turned around and saw Mum running down the steps. “You weren’t gonna go without saying goodbye to your mamma, right, Bambina?” I shook my head, tearing up She cupped my face. “I’m going to miss you,” she kissed my forehead, “stai al sicuro ti amo.”