Angela Carter Novels & Stories

She sat opposite Elias and me, her eyebrows furrowed. I slid an envelope across the table to her. “What’s this?” She asked, opening the seal. “I’ve revised the budget for your women’s training scheme.” She scanned the words on the paper before her eyes snapped to me, “Cato, this is three times what I had before.” “I secured a new trade deal with a Canadian Alpha and I want all the extra money pumped straight into training women and girls.” “And girls?” “I’ve fired the men responsible for the girls’ junior training. They were old fashioned and limiting potential by only providing basic training. I trust you will use their salary to employ someone with a genuine interest in producing powerful

Wayne Carlson immediately sent instructions to his secretary. "Angela Winston, no woman who's caught my eyes has been able to escape from me!"

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.

She likes to wear heels. Marilyn Carter - A 45-year-old woman who has green eyes deep like leaves of a tree in the spring season. She is very polite and loves her son a lot. Drake Carter - A 24-year-old guy who is very polite and loves his brother a lot. He is a person of the average mind. Carla Pearson - A 25-year-old woman who is the daughter of the owner of the company Pearson Groups. She is beautiful but is absent-minded. She is arrogant.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

It sticks me how inhumane I feel, despite being the most human part of the entourage. Car doors are opened for me, someone even puts on my seatbelt despite my attempts to swat them away. My agitation grows each minute to the house. Each tick of the clock. So much so, when Dyl opens the car door for me, I shove him off it, "I can do this myself," I snap, shutting the door for emphasis. He backs away with his hands raised. I ignore it, marching past him to walk up the wooden steps. The wolf about to open the front door for me halts seeing the look I give him. I can open a door my damn self. And I do just that.

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

I grab her sleeves and motion for her to eat her lunch. Angela is a petite beauty. She has red heart shaped lips and smooth high cheeks untouched by makeup. Her pink dress hangs loose and today, she has her long black hair tied in a ponytail. If she had been born to a family of Deltas or Gammas, she probably would have been the Queen Bee of Wulf High, and not Sara Carter. Unfortunately, like many other omegas, her lowly status in the pack has rendered her a loser in school. But I like Angela. She is one of the kindest girls I have ever met. And one of the most talkative.

Angela had just finished her meal when she heard a knock at the door. The woman had disclaimed her wheelchair. She propelled her unsteady legs towards the door and opened it. A tiny plump woman grinned brightly at her. The woman looked to be in his late fifties. She had a kind face and friendly smile. But her downturned brown eyes had a hint of authority in them. "Are you Mrs. King? I am Martha," saying that the woman brushed past her and into the house without seeking permission. Angela stared after her in confusion. The woman turned towards her.

It had been almost 2 months since she had visited because of her thesis and some other things she had been working on. The ballerinas had always looked up to Catherine. She has the figure of a ballet dancer and a strong facial features that brings out a lot of charisma. Aside from that Anita had showed them videos of Catherine’s ballet competition and they would have thought that she could have been famous by now if she had not given up on ballet. “Enough staring! The concert is almost nearing and there is still a lot to polish.!” Anita shouted and Catherine went to her spot which is near the sound system as she would be operating it.