Angela Giarratana Age Novels & Stories

"Y-Yes, I'm Angela Santos." "Nice to meet you, Angela. I'm Kathleen, I've been working here for three years already." "Really? That's amazing! Uhm, by the way, how old are you, Kathleen?" "Huh? I'm already twenty-years-old. How about you?" "I'm nineteen," I replied. "Oh, you're younger than me. But you know what? You don't look like a janitress. I even thought that you're a model dressing like us."

She could not tell what he was saying, but was then shocked when she heard a female voice say "No, this one could use some more filling out. Are you sure she is 18 years old? She looks 12." Angela forced herself not to turn her head, as she had learned early on not to draw any attention to herself, but she did move her eyes to look. She saw a white woman, appearing to be in her middle thirties. Dressed very well in what looked like an expensive cream colored skirt suit. She saw a man walking along next to the woman holding a clip board and giving a background and basic information about each of the females as they walked in front of them. The woman had an air of authority about her, and Ange

Angela asked and Elena smiled. "I am nineteen," Elena replied. "Don't you think you are too young for conversations like this?" Angela asked. "Some people get married at the age of eighteen, some even less," Elena said and smiled and Angela knew she could not get her to drop the topic. "Look, I have my reason for leaving and I am not ready to share that with you. That is the truth," Angela said.

So beautiful, Angela found her lips stretching in a wide smile to match the woman's. Angela winced in the next minute when she felt like she was pulling on her wounds and the clothes tied around her head because of her smile. “Careful, dear child.” Eh? Did this woman just call her child? Angela was twenty one even if she did not look like it and this woman right here did not look a day older than Angela. “Why?" Angela blinked her eyes at the woman's question, “Why what?" “You are frowning. Something is running through your mind. Spill"

She smiled. “Does that make you the oldest of us all?” I looked back at Rafaelle. “Nah, Lorenzo and I are about the same age. Damiano is thirty-eight, though.” I spit out my coffee and coughed violently. Holy shit! Is he really that much older than me? Arianna kept patting my back while I couldn't stop coughing. I finally calmed down and got a bottle of water that I immediately downed. “Jesus, calm down, woman. I was only kidding. He’s actually forty-two.” Rafaelle continued with a smug grin.

He told her, leaning against the wall. "I can't give you..." Vincent cut her off "Please, tell us what you know about Geo. We don't want anything," Vincent said. "Angela was brought into the brothel when she was sixteen." Vincent turned his back on her, his face contorted in rage, "Did she tell you?" He asked, impossibly in a calm voice. Definitely, he didn't want to scare her.

The sound of him growing could be heard until he walked into his room and shut the door behind him. "How is Agnella?" I asked, remembering the conversation we were having. "She's good, three years old, and bad as ever. We were going to bring her, but she's sick. So, we left her with Angelo, Sarah, and a nanny," Anastasia explained before walking over to the couch and plopping down. "I hope she gets better, and I've forgotten all about Sarah. How is she doing?" I asked, genuinely curious. Anastasia smiled, showing off her pearly white teeth.

I murmur, sliding my hands into my pockets. “You know what I’m talking about.” A slow smile tilts my lips. “Katie Leto?” I murmur. “Yes.” I glance at him over my shoulder. “What exactly do you have in mind, Gianni? Do you know how old she is?” I say. “Yes, I do.” I break my eyes away from his and look out the window again. “She’s barely eighteen and ran away from home. I already had to buy her back from Boris and remove her from her ex’s hands. And you’re telling me not to think too much about it? What holds me back in your opinion, Gianni?”

she asked the middle ages lady she saw outside of Dimitri's compound Who she is and what she was doing there was none of her concern. Her concern right there and then was to see Dimitri and out an end to the incoming quarrel that was to come " And you're?" the lady turned to asked, she was quite old and should be in her late sixties " Pardon my manners, good evening ma'am, my name is Angela and am here to see Dimitri" she greeted " That isn't my question, I asked who you are?" the old lady asked again sternly, perhaps she's annoyed that Angela didn't greet her before asking of Dimitri

she leaned in slightly, eyes glinting…“love only dies when you decide it does. Not when some insecure little girl thinks it should.” The girl’s smirk faltered. Angela tilted her head, her voice dipping lower, more commanding. “If you’re lucky, you’ll grow to my age and still look half as good as I do. Until then? I suggest you buy the product and take notes, because darling, this…” she gestured elegantly to herself, from her flawless hair down to her fitted dress…“is what aging gracefully looks like.” The boutique grew silent, other shoppers pretending not to listen while their eyes flickered in Angela’s direction. The young woman flushed crimson, muttered something under her breath.