Angela Davis Books Novels & Stories

“Why would Dave keep a young woman in a suburban house and hide it from you, Angel? I-I'm sorry, but I thought that girl named Daisy was Dave's mistress.” Angel was flabbergasted. The world seemed to shake and spin violently around her instantly, making her unsteady and having to hold on to one of the iron shelves next to her.

By the end of the week, the world had failed to tilt back onto its axis. The sun rose and set with an indifferent rhythm that Chelsea found offensive. Nothing had changed. The long, revelatory text from Davis hadn't been a bridge; it had been a headstone. He had dumped her without a tangible reason. Her father’s bitter warnings echoed in the hollow chambers of her chest: These people were not capable of love. They were built of marble and frozen trauma, and she was merely a girl who had tried to warm a statue.

Laurent didn't voice that he was amused by her, he had experienced girls falling over him but not resist his charm like she tried to. That was new. But not for long. Rules were for the Angels who reside up in heaven, he was a fallen from the land of sinners. Who would stop him?

They were in Stella's restaurant and the pictures were not too clear. Agnes already checked Davis' I*******m, F******k and Twitter account but couldn't find any post of his wife and due to the news and articles, Agnes found out that Davis has a wife named Stella Carpenter, so he decided to check it out. She finally found Stella's picture and she began feeling a bit jealous. Of course she is more beautiful than Stella but strangely she felt a bit insecure because there's something about Stella's look that she thought Davis won't ever forget about her but she didn't know how to explain it.

Dave said looking everywhere. "Hey guys, it's Mrs. Angelina". Cath said, looking at Mrs. Angelina coming towards them. They all stood up to welcome her. "Mrs. Angelina". Eddie said looking at her. She was smiling, like nothing had happened to her. "Where is the book?". Mrs. Angelina asked Eddie. "The thing is, we lost the book to Devoe when we were coming to save you". Eddie said to Mrs. Angelina. "What!. Don't tell he read the book?". Mrs. Angelina asked, looking troubled.

They ended up talking a little more about the project, exchanging laughter here and there, until Damien finally took his leave and returned to his own cubicle on the upper floor. ..... Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Angela sat across from David in a five-star restaurant. They had exchanged phone numbers during her first visit—an idea that had been entirely hers, and now she couldn’t stop stealing glances at him. He was glued to his phone… or rather, deliberately ignoring her. Sitting across from her felt painfully embarrassing. Even in her most expensive pink sleeveless gown, her hair styled into soft, loose waves that paired neatly with her black wedges, she still felt cheap in fro

She grabbed Clara's sleeve, signaling for them to leave quickly. But before she could stand, Dave pressed heavily on her shoulder, forcing her back down. Then, he leaned in closer. His foul breath of alcohol made Angela nearly gag. "Ms. Graham, your body and face are absolutely irresistible. I've been curious to know what it's like to taste Mr. Bamford's woman." Dave smirked as his hand started to wander down Angela's back. "Get off me!" Angela shoved him away with all her might, but it was as if she was hitting cotton. There was no strength behind her push.

So he changed the subject and asked as he wiped his mouth elegantly," By the way, Miss Davis has also not come here. Neither did she ask me to bring food for her. Is she so occupied with work that she doesn't have time for lunch as well? "Well, I have never seen her leaving the office during day time if she does not have a meeting with important clients. I guess, she prefers to eat homemade food because I often notice her carrying a lunch box with her." Angela replied as she got up and looked at the time on her wristwatch. "Lunchtime is over. You better hurry up or you might get reprimanded by Miss Davis for wandering around outside." Angela said to Nicholas with a captivating smile before l

The window opened and the man behind wheels is straight looking at me. “Angel Davis?” My brows furrowed. ”Uhm, yeah?” I answered with a question because obviously I don’t know what’s the matter. He unlocked the door. “Car service.” he said without any thought. “Car service? I didn’t book for one.” The driver’s face turned a bit irritated because of my answer. It seems like he’s still gonna say something but he just got his phone and showed the screen to me. “See. You paid for it already. Near Huston University right?” he confirmed.

I couldn't believe that Gina was from such a wicked family. “But that's not all,” Angela said and got up. She walked toward a shelf in the corner and picked up a book. “I'm sorry for the invasion of privacy but I had some of my guys plant cameras around the house.” “What the fuck?” Anthony stood abruptly. “Why the fuck would you do that?” Angela shrugged. “When I knew that Angela was here, I had to have cameras planted around here. Obviously I couldn't do that at her place because she would suspect something… I was waiting for her to confess her crime and she did.”