Angela Carter Novels & Stories

When Cara had no energy to lift her arms above her head, she placed her face in the pillow and screamed before breaking down in cries of frustration. Cara didn't know for how long she stayed with her face pressed against the pillow, but at some point, a knock came from the door. Cara lifted her head, thinking she misheard, but then, the knocks came again. Rolling her eyes, Cara wiped her face and walked towards the door. She opened it, and there stood Angela, the maid who carried Cara's belongings earlier, standing at the door with clear bag holding a black dress, and Marcelle, who carried a shoe box.

“Let me tell you this. I just got off the phone with Mr. Carter. You don’t recognize me, do you? I’m Mr. Carter’s future mother-in-law. How dare you call me an outsider? Believe it or not, you will be fired by tomorrow!” The manager replies sheepishly, “I believe you, madam. Please calm down! When Mr. Carter’s assistant arrives, she will take you up!” Just then, a woman wearing a professional suit arrived. She greeted me politely and said, “Hello, Mrs Walter. I am Amanda, Mr. Cater personal assistant. Please follow me!” I looked at Amanda and said in a sore voice, “You are Mr. Carter’s assistant. How come you are a woman?” She surged slightly not answering my question. “Mrs. Walter this way,

She could also wait for him with the same devotion—thirteen years, twenty-six years, thirty-nine years… Angela lingered on him in the video, refusing to let herself sink into grief for long, and quickly wiped her tears away. She washed her face, changed her clothes, and made herself unbreakable again. “Mr. Zoo, prepare the car. We’re going to headquarters.” The location was once again the reception hall at headquarters. At the last press conference, she had worn a smog-blue dress with a red outer layer. This time, she wore a black suit, her face bare. When the flashes went off, she lifted her chin slightly, held the microphone, and spoke calmly. “First, to everyone who has shown concern over

And Angela stopped being nervous Angela was in a chair and became the person millions of people would see: composed, articulate, ready to tell her truth. "Good morning," Marcus said to the camera. "Today we're joined by Angela Anderson—actress, designer, and advocate. Over the past week, Angela's story has sparked a national conversation about privacy, power, and the treatment of women in entertainment. Angela, thank you for being here." "Thank you for having me," Angela said, and her voice was steady. "Let's start with what brought you here. You recently left a marriage to Daniel Rourke, a member of one of Hollywood's most prominent families. Since then, you've faced intense public scrutiny

So I assumed that we might never even come across each other and so I found it useless to google about him, but I guess, I was wrong again. Recovering from my embarrassment, I finally looked up at him to only see him looking at me with astonishment. I cleared my throat and shook his hand, introducing myself to him, "Hello Mr. Carter. Nice to meet you. I am Angela Anderson and I am going to work for your company as an assistant to Mrs. Ashley Addison." I told him. "Nice to meet you too, Miss Beautiful." Saying that he kissed my hand softly.

She added, trying hard to persuade Amelia. "ok, ok" Amelia sighed, finally giving up. She figured that it would really be cute if she and her baby wore the onesie together. 'Just imagining it makes me excited' she thought and caressed her tummy. The saleslady showed them the way to the cashier. Amelia remembers the card that Damian gave her so she pulled it from her wallet and gave it to the cashier. The cashier's eyes widened at the sight of a very rare black card in which only the top elite people could have. She looks at Amelia again who was laughing at Tara's jokes. Both of them had absolutely no idea what a black card meant in the society.

The life I had to live so they could have their name. "It's so good to see you again Camila" said Mrs. Porters as she stopped to touch my arm. "You too"I smile with a light nod. "You look absolutely stunning, might ask for a wear?" she asks and we both laughed a little. Mrs. Porters was one was a rich old lady, her husband had died leaving her all of his wealth, she had about twelve grandkids who enjoy bathing in their grandfather's riches. Of course we rarely see them out, and they're very polite people, not too shabby, and well educated.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Carlon sat infront of me. "What about cara?" he asked me. "She's been working too much." "She is. That's why I volunteered to deliver the brownies, so she won't have to worry," "Always look out to her. She might overwork herself again. I'm worried," I said. "Don't worry, Austin. Our father will start his therapy soon. That's was the only reason why cara worked so hard, to earn money for dad's therapy, but his batchmates from high school helped him."

she said seizing the opportunity to humiliate her. "We the Carters have part of our lineage coming from a royal family. This makes us different and for that reason, we have house rules, to ensure anyone going by the Carter name falls in line. Do you understand?" she asked "Yes please," Olivia replied "Address me as Mrs Carter," she replied "Yes, Mrs Carter," Olivia replied "Good, rule number two, I got the report on how you lack table manners and eat with your hands. It is a must you know how to use the cutlery and you should know, understand and apply all the table manners," she stated