Angela On For Better Or Worse Novels & Stories

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

They knew and they accepted me anyway. “Yeah.” Angela said from the back. She wasn't happy about being shoved back there but then I was betting there wasn't much Angela was ever happy about. She was a spoiled princess who was prone to temper tantrums, but I was sure I could fuck that out of her. Earlier she had tried to throw one and I had put a stop to that. All it had taken was my dick in her pussy to calm her down. That’s all Angela needed, some good sex. And I was more than man enough for the job.

She shrugged nonchalantly, putting on a small convincing smile. Xavier raised his eyebrows when he heard her words. “ Have I ever told you that you're a bad liar?” He asked and Angelina was speechless. She thought that she was able to convince him but…it turns out he didn't believe a single word that came out of my lips. “ Okay, it's Mrs FORD. You know how stubborn she can be sometimes.” She shrugged, “ Did she cause you trouble?” Xavier asked, sounding somehow pissed off. “ Just a little bit. Don't worry about it that much because I handled it pretty well.” Angelina said dismissively because she didn't want to think about what happened.

I muttered, and helped Angel up on her butt. The doctor arched her eyebrows. “You call that trying your best? Come on, you're excellent at this, your kids will be even luckier to have you as their father.” The way back to the hotel was rather quiet. “Is everything alright, babe?” I queried with a frown on my face. Angel stared out the window. “I want to go to the beach, and dance. I don't feel sexy wearing this.” She picked her dress’ fabric with her nails. As much as I wanted to laugh, I didn't want to get into her bad books.

Serena grunted and followed after me grudgingly then pulled me back into the toilet. “Did those ladies say anything to you?” She looked different from the usual sweet and bubbly angel I know, her voice was hard and she was barely concealing her anger. I shrugged and faked a laugh, “To me, why will they say anything to me?” My answer wasn't convincing enough because she spoke again, “whatever it is you heard, whatever was implied is not true.” “Do you have history with them?” I asked this time, trying to read my answer from her body language.

I stopped her. She looked at my eyes intently then, later on, she heaved a sigh. Now, she got a hint of what is currently happening to me. "How's Angela?" I asked again just to leave the previous topic. "She's out of danger now but...she doesn't talk. She's just staring blankly in the air. I talked to her many times but it seems she can't recognize me. The doctor said it is possible she got traumatized due to what happened," Bel uttered with sadness.

In the restroom, Angela was in one of the rooms sobbing uncontrollably. She cursed out loud, regretting her whole existence. She missed her family so much, her life was perfect before the Montero happened to her. How did she get into this mess? She was confident in her looks and her hard work, she hardly thought of love or even a fake one. She sniffed and started damping her under eyes to clean the wet tears but she ended up giving herself a halloween makeover.

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.”

isn’t “love’’.’ ‘Oh, keep him on the hook until you get a better offer. That’s what I'd do. Don’t burn your boats.’ ‘Oh, it’s difficult.’ ‘Is he good in bed?’ Angela always got to the point. ‘So-so.’ ‘Ah.’ Angela sounded as though she had just discovered the meaning of life. ‘Drop him then.’ ‘A few seconds ago you told me to keep him until someone better comes along.’ ‘Yes, but if he’s no good in the sack there’s no point.’ ‘I’ve got to do something.’ ‘There’s always Gary.’ Angela grinned. She had a large, sensual mouth and a set of very white teeth.

She suggested playfully “Nope! I am not going to f*ck my boss!” I rolled my eyes “Angel was a b*tch to him the last time they were intimate anyway.” I scoffed “What do you mean the last time they were intimate?!” Bella squealed “You f*cked him after his birthday?!” she cheered as she dragged me to sit next to her