Novel & Cerita Angela Camacho

Silas joked. My mate unwrapped herself from me, before bowing her head. “Prince Kieran.” “Hello Azuela! I see you’ve met your mate,” Kieran smiled. Even her name is beautiful. “Uh, what’s going on here?” I asked. “You must be Prince Angelo Del Gadio. My name is Angelina Wisteria, Silas’ mate. You know Kieran, and this is his mate Dahlia McCormick, a werewolf,” she hinted. She is exceptionally beautiful; not as beautiful as Azuela, but beautiful nonetheless.

i held the test result in my hand and smirked at her Angela looks at me and grabs my arm "what do you think uh, i am just going to let you defeat me, that’s not possible. I had given this useless doctor a huge amount of money to make the result come out as I wanted but he didn’t listen to me, But I won’t let him go like that, Damien is only mine and mine alone” she said in a deadly tone and i jerk my arm free and gave her a tight slap, Damien rushed to me

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?

James said, turning and giving a curt nod to a darkened doorway that Alex could barely see shapes moving within. A tan-skinned woman seemed to materialize then, stepping out of the doorway and walking over toward Kenny. She was wearing a simple black mask like James, but was dressed in a gorgeous set of lingerie, red and black lace, crisscrossing over her incredible frame. Long dark hair spun down from her head and she smiled sweetly at Kenny. "Hello sir, my name is Angelica," she said, her accent thick and marking her as being of Hispanic descent. "Kenneth," he said, smiling at her as she laced her arm into his.

Vanessa cheered. "You're welcome Roger, now the next judge we have is the beautiful and sensational actress, Camila Reed. She's known for starring in several action movies and has a record of being the highest scorer in the popular arcade game, STRIVE. Let's give it up for Camila guys!" Alan clapped. "We love you, Camila!" The fans cheered, excitedly as Camila sashayed her way to her seat in a leather mini-skirt and a red V-neck blouse with high heels.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

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..."

Silently, I did as told as I kept my eyes on the ground. “You are the concubine that has entered my son’s chambers and has refused to leave.” She said, keeping her tone calm. I didn’t look up, I didn’t dare to. “You seem to be pleasing him and it seems that he is enjoying your presence.” “Alpha Aguilar is who called me personally, Ma’am.” “Mother Luna, not ma’am.” The headmistress said, glaring at me. “Mother Luna, I did not intend to offend you. My apologies,” I said, and she nodded.

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.”