Angela Carter Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Mrs Angela walked out of her car gracefully and majestically as her butler opened the door for her, she walked into the building of Lebans group of companies and took her seat in the board room. Mrs. Angela was a wealthy young woman in her late twenties, she was a self-made millionaire as she earned her first million when she was in her university days and she married a billionaire who died a few years after their marriage since they had no children, he willed everything to be her.

There was a black Mercedes behind her. "We were protecting you from the truth." “What truth?” Angela had turned right onto a road, and the Mercedes also turned right. "Angela, your mom made some bad enemies. She was an undercover CIA operative; your dad is not your dad." "That I know." The Mercedes picked up speed. Angela accelerated, "Angela, what is happening?"

Angela said softly and sat down like the proper lady she was. “My god, it’s been what? Twenty years?” “Twenty-five, actually,” she gently corrected. “The years have been kind to you,” he complimented. “And they have been to you as well, Harry.” “What brings you back here after all these years?” When she had resigned, she had said she was a moving back to Atlanta. “I’ve been keeping up with the trial – Cameron’s trial online. I was positively shocked when I learned about what had transpired with your wife and she was responsible for your daughter-in-law’s death. One of the reasons why I came was to extend my sympathies to you.”

CHAPTER 106 Angela's footsteps stopped as she entered the meeting room of the chief commissioners. Her red heels perfectly matched the red dress she wore that afternoon. Her eyes, covered by Gucci glasses, scanned the surroundings. She looked at the important people in the room, before finally sitting down and clearing her throat softly. "We can start the meeting now," Angela said. She was a strong and independent woman who, despite being fifty years old, was still a woman of strong character and conviction.

“My father was a man of great strength and wisdom. He guided us through the darkest times and celebrated with us in the brightest. Today, we lay him to rest, but his legacy will continue in all of us.” His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. At that moment I forgot I hated him. I was only seeing the man who lost his father—a man that was grieving. Clinton’s presence beside me was steady, offering a silent strength that I leaned into. I tried to control myself so that no one would become suspicious of me because to them I wasn't Ruby—I was Natasha, the Alpha King's cousin. Carolina stepped forward next, her delicate features twisted in grief as she gently placed her bouquet on the coff

Camille said, "Gloria, stop. I'm begging you. Today is very important to us. You can't ruin it. Just go, okay?" Gloria's shoulders suddenly trembled. Her heart was torn with pain. She slowly came back to her senses and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her. Camille stood in front of Gloria. Camille had delicate and smooth skin and she took good care of her look. There was only a slight wrinkle on the corner of her eyes when she smiled. Camille was wearing a dress worth more than ten thousand dollars. Her makeup was delicate too. She was Luna of Silver Spring Pack, the wife of the president of the Carter Group.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“She’s right, my love.” “Yes, Mommy,” she nodded seriously, and we both walked down the stairs together. When we reached the last step, my eyes widened in surprise. Mrs. Angela sat in her wheelchair, dressed elegantly in a soft lavender gown, her hair neatly done. Beside her stood Jerald, smiling brightly, his eyes warm as they met mine. “Happy birthday, my love,” he said, his voice deep and gentle. I let go of Cara’s hand as he wrapped me in a tight, warm hug. “You look so beautiful, my love.”

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.