Angela Camacho Novels & Stories

May and Barbara didn't want to see Haley showing off, so they also stayed in the lounge to accompany Madam Martínez. Angela sat on the balcony reading a book, her fair skin captivating like milk. Her long feathery lashes were like a dense little fan, casting a faint shadow on her porcelain-like skin. Sitting there, she was like a shining child star in a movie. When she grew up, she would definitely be a stunning beauty. May Martínez' eyes turned green from jealousy, she sighed and said, "Angela is so beautiful. She will be even more outstanding than Haley, it's just a pity...this child can't speak and her origins are unclear..."

She walked out of the room without saying a word, and it was seconds later that the terrace door opened, revealing the blue eyed woman, Luna Ella, the Alpha’s first woman. “Did you see her, mother Luna? The arrogance in her eyes, and the deviousness…” “She is nothing but a human, a slave, and a peasant for the Alpha’s pleasure. You go and take care of your son. Trust me, she is not going to be able to do anything, neither to you, nor to Daniel. It is only a matter of time before Aguilar grows tired of her, but you must know that as Alpha, we cannot control what he is to do. Therefore, I would suggest that you respect him, his decision, and what he chooses. Go and take care of Daniel, and do

A year later Sitting on a couch in the living room, I flipped through the photo album on my lap. They were photos from our wedding. Staring at them and seeing the smiles on our faces had me reminiscing. "Mwommy, ish this dhaddy and uncle Vah?". Angel who was sitting beside me on the couch asked. She is now two years old and looks like a bundle of sunshine. "Yes baby". I answered as she grabbed onto my arm, staring at the photo with a little cute frown on her face.

Her reflection in the glass looked almost regal—if not for the quiet fury simmering beneath her calm exterior. She set her phone down slowly, turning it between her fingers. “Pamela Cabrera,” she murmured, almost tasting the name. Maurice was pacing behind her, cigar in hand, his movements restless and sharp. Smoke curled through the air, blurring the edges of the room in a haze of grey. “Something’s moving in the D’Angelo house,” Alicia said coolly. “Old Pamela seems to have found her voice.” Maurice turned sharply, brows knitted. “Pamela? Same Pamela who worked for us? Cristiano mentioned her but I didn’t know she was the one. That woman’s a ghost. I thought she was long gone.”

“Can I teach it ballet?” “If it wants to learn,” Damian replies diplomatically. She looks at my stomach. “Is it in there?” “Yes,” I whisper. She walks closer very seriously. “Hi,” she says to my abdomen. “I’m Angela. I’m in charge.” Damian snorts softly. I press a hand over my mouth, half laughing, half crying. Angela looks up at me. “Are you scared?” I hesitate. “Yes,” I admit honestly. She shrugs. “It’s okay. Daddy looks scary all the time and he’s fine.”

Never in my life have I ever seen something so over the top, extravagant, and, well, perfect for Angela. “What’s that all about?” Mia still cannot turn away as Angela reads the card, covering her mouth with her hand and then hugging it close to her chest. “You didn’t hear?” a girl leans over and asks, looking at us like we live under a rock. “No,” Noah says “Angela is pregnant. My guess is it’s all from-” “Cammy! Baby!” Angela Squeals, answering her ringing phone. “I love it all!”

“I got in contact with a hacker and web manager today. Looking forward to holding a meeting with them soonest. In time the glitch will he resolved.” Angela nodded in satisfaction. She wanted nothing but for Crane to pay gravely for messing her life up. All the while she had been in Carolina laying in wait for Alex’s response, she had been servicing some men who merely paid her what would feed three square meals. Thankfully, she had only he giving those pot-bellied men blowjob that had them squealing and singing praises to her name. “So, where is the apartment at?” Angela leaned forward and asked, curious. She hoped that’ll be a nice, comfy apartment. Aside from working at Brazzers as a senio

There’s no way I will let her escape punishment. “ So who is Camila Peters?” Angelo Junior enquired, his eyes narrowed in anger. “ She was Katarina’s college roommate.” I informed him and looked at Pedro. We both couldn’t stop the wheels running wild in our heads. Why the fuck was she was doing by taking my wife? Didn’t she think it’d be a death sentence?

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)

“We are performing two surgeries at the same time! Can you make it until 9:20?! Feeling dizzy, I still managed to stand up and do my routine while talking on the phone. “Just make it stable, I am coming.” As I start driving, realizations strike me. Maybe, I was really born to steal someone’s property, as my name. STELLA, STEAL. I am Stella Louisse Ocampo, a cardiothoracic surgeon. Funny, how I can literally stitch others heart when I cannot even fix my own.