Angela Giarratana Age Novels & Stories

But when she arrived, it wasn’t Brian waiting for her. It was a woman. The stranger was striking, with sharp features and an aura of power that made Angela’s skin crawl. She sat across the table, her dark eyes piercing through Angela like she could see every fear, every doubt. “Who are you?” Angela asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The woman smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “My name is Gianna,” she said, her tone smooth and unhurried. “And I’m the reason you’re here.”

said Regan gently. "And Rena, you didn't marry young. You're currently 29 years old," Regan said. "I'm already that old." She squealed, making everyone chuckle. "Hey, you must have forgotten me too, huh?" Angela exclaimed, making Renata look at her with a frown on her forehead. "Who are you?" "I'm Angela; I'm 31 years old and your sister-in-law," Angela said. "Sister-in-law? So he's-?" Renata looked at Regan.

Angela asked me, raising a brow. I nodded quickly. "Of... of course," I replied. Olive chuckled. "Charlotte, don't let her drive you crazy, you look so tense". I nodded. Angela rubbed her chin, squinting at me. "Hmmm, why do I get virgin vibes from you? How old are you?" I swallowed and hesitated. I was sure I was older than them-my instincts told me so. I heard kids in the United States grow bigger than their ages. "Twenty-nine..." I answered.

she ordered his son who grumbled about cutting his time short from talking to the lady. "You can't get that anywhere except here" she smiled, "That's my magic recipes" she added, winking, "And I'm not telling you because it's a secret" she whispered, giggling like a young lady. "I'm Eliana but prefer Aunty Sally" She beamed, smiling widely while Angelina bowed her head in respect. "How old are you dear?". "I'm 22" she responded. "Woah, you look younger than your age" she blurted out before she widened her eyes, "I'm sorry.. I tend to blab a lot" she grinned.

Chiara dusted the nightstands while Gianna fluffed the new pillows. I sat on the chair near the window and watched them. "How old are you both?" I asked after a while. Gianna looked up. "Twenty-two." Chiara nodded. "Same." Twenty-two. My age. I wonder if they’d be open to switching lives. "What do you do when you're not working here?" I asked. Gianna smiled shyly. "I work as a waitress. At a small café near the canal." "That sounds exhausting," I said. "Two jobs?"

She placed the page back onto the table with trembling fingers. “So…” She looked between Silas and me. “I don’t have until twenty-one.” I hated answering. “Not necessarily.” It actually killed me on the inside just saying it. Angela leaned back against the couch cushions. For several long moments she simply stared at the papers scattered across the table. Then… Everything she’d been holding in finally surfaced. “But every account only talks about one mate.” She looked at Silas, then caught herself and looked at me with tired, frightened eyes. “I have three.” Her breathing began to quicken. “So what does that mean?”

“If you don’t mind me saying, you don’t look that old yourself, doctor.” She scoffs. “Oh, please, call me Angela. I only recently became a doctor a few months ago after finally graduating with my bachelor’s. Unfortunately, becoming a doctor takes a lot of school and fieldwork, which can take a lot of years to gather. I appreciate that; however, I’ll take advantage of looking young before it all catches up with me.”

"Angga also needs to take another professional degree, Ma." "Right, Angga?" Aya placed the sheet from her hand onto the table and let out a long breath. Tiptoeing slightly after getting up from Aya's side, Maureen went into the kitchen and picked up a juice box as well as some glasses to put on the front room table as she listened. Angga nodded, confirming, "That's our plan, Aunt." He echoed Maureen's desire to reach their respective goals before the quarter century mark. Angga had just turned twenty-four.

Brittany was surprised when she met the perfumer she had contacted. Firstly, she did not expect ‘him’ to be a woman. Secondly, the perfumer’s information stated that the woman was in her fifties. However, the woman looked like she was in her thirties. If her age was according to the information, then the woman had a great skincare routine. “Hi, Ms. Walters,” Brittany politely greeted the woman. The woman smiled. “I’m Angeline Walters. I prefer people calling me Angeline instead.”

“Your achievements are impressive, Miss Jones. Not every day do we see a fresh graduate making such remarkable financial models.” The interviewer, Miss Angelina Parker, praised Kiara as she went through her file. The lady in her late forties had small round glasses sat on her nose, which she was pushing now and then, scanning through her documents. “Thank you, Ma’am!” The latter smiled politely. An involuntary gulp bobbed her throat up and down as she waited for the lady to speak again. It has been more than thirty minutes that Angelina was looking at her documents and asking numerous questions to her.