Angela Davis Books Novels & Stories

I felt loved "So, Bianca," Angela said, a curious look on her face. "How are you holding up? With all the... drama. We saw the news. It's a mess." I tensed up, and I could feel Damian's grip on my thigh tighten. "I'm holding up," I said, a small smile on my face. "It's not easy, but I'm getting there." "I'm just glad he’s finally divorced that leech, Laura," Angela said, her tone a little sharp. "She was always a manipulative little thing. I never liked her."

Angela POV Ten Years Later The waves crashing against the Santa Barbara shore filled the quiet of the late afternoon. I sat in a lounge chair by the beach, sunglasses on, wide-brimmed hat pulled low, a scarf covering part of my face. I didn’t want anyone recognizing me—not now, not here. The sea breeze brushed my face, but it couldn’t chase away the restlessness gnawing at my mind. The tablet on my lap lit up, showing the news that had been haunting me. The headline glared back: “Rising Star Angela Jones Lands Lead Role Thanks to Special Relationship with Director Edward Kane.”

The storm didn’t start with thunder. It started with a name. Angela Mark. The girl Eliora hit with her car. The girl Granny paid to disappear. The girl who’d been silent for years. Until now. Vanessa tracked her down in a small town. She worked at a school library. Limped slightly. Lived with her mother in a faded bungalow with cracked windows and warm eyes. Angela remembered everything. The screech of tires. The scent of perfume in the air.

Damien asked “ I'll be fine ” I whispered as I shut my eyes blocking the tears from flowing. I'll be fine. * * * Damien's POV I could barely hold in my emotions when I noticed Angela walk in the room with the folder in her hand. Fuck she looks hotter than usual. I turned and noticed Olivia also staring at her. I guess she also acknowledges her beauty. Angela was one of a kind when it came to beauty and brains. She graduated from medical school at 20 and has been working for over three years now and since we got married she has been everything to me.

his voice broke her from her thoughts. "Ms. Garcia, she is Mrs. Davis, the current caretaker of Angela," Both of them shared a polite smile and shook their hand. "Mrs. Davis is leaving next month. You can join from then," Mr. Brown informed her. "You can have a word with Baby Angela if you wish to. She doesn't talk much though," Mr. Brown briefed her with a tinge of despondency. "I would love to," Ara replied graciously. She had a soft spot for kids, in fact, she liked to spend her time more with innocent children than the girls of her age.

And then, once that was over, we could begin. “I've been researching,” Angela began almost immediately. We all watched as she pulled out a large, tattered book from her bag. It looked ancient, the pages yellowed with age, the leather cover cracked and worn. “There might be a way to help Alvin.” My breath hitched. “What do you mean?” I asked. Angela shook her head, flipping open the book. She opened it to a page and shoved it into the middle of the table, tapping on the page with her finger. “His hand.”

She asked curiously, "Xenon..." "Huh? How should you address me?" "Ah, honey." Miya smiled, then went on, "What's happened to Angela? What has it got to do with Jacob?" Xenon didn't want to tell her, but Miya insisted, tapping his hand persistently, "Tell me please." Xenon rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't you want to know where your friend Angela Davis is? I asked Jacob to look for her at Turn On Bar, and I thought that once she shows up, then you can see her."

Her behavior was calm, but there was something deadly about her silence. “ Madam, please….” Angela collapsed to her knees. “Please let me explain…” Davina stared down at her as if she were decay. “After everything I’ve done for you,” she said. “After everything I gave you.” “ Oh God,” I gasped from the edge of the room, quiet enough for Davina not to hear but loud enough for Helen to give me a brief look before gripping my hands. “ Stay calm,” she whispered. Angela’s hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her dress. “I was scared, I needed the money for my mother. I didn’t know they’d print it, I thought I could control it…”

A bubble of laughter erupted from Angela’s throat. Nobody loses their heart to a disable like her. No matter how successful or pretty she was, she was still a disable. “I want only one man's heart,” a note of longingness in her voice as she whispered the words. Not much later, Alvira sauntered into the room with her little boy. The little bundle was wide awake and watching everything with wonder in his eyes. Angela smiled and reached for the baby. “How my little boy is doing?” she cradled the baby in her arms. The boy looked at her and smiled.

Mishka played with his finger as his grey orbs stared at her. Angela smiled, “How have you been?” “I am fine, we have a book launch next week, so I am very excited,” Mishka answered. “That’s great! And how’s your married life?” Angela inquired, her facial expression slowly turned serious. “Fine, nothing exciting!” Mishka smiled as Alan clutched her forefinger. Angela turned silent as she was hesitating before opening her mouth but she felt responsible for the woman that once saved her life not caring about herself once. “If you don’t mind, c-can I say something?” Angela said cautiously and Mishka gazed at her, nodding her head.