Angela On For Better Or Worse Novels & Stories

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

"Anyways, why are you telling me this?" "I thought you needed to know. I am not interested in your personal affairs Dr Colton but I was surprised to learn that the daughter of a rich businessman would choose to become a doctor when you could easily earn a living through your father's business." Lucifer had heard a lot about Arnold Rogan's oldest daughter and his previous wife. After their divorce, Angela had disappeared from the Elite circle to become a doctor and chose a simple lifestyle over a lavish one. "I was just passionate about being a medical professional..." Angela answered bluntly.

She's a one-woman show I just happened to be the sidekick. I lose control over the company because of one stupid mistake. And now this thing happened I’ve always felt like Angela was taking on the world, while I was just struggling to live in it. I could say that life is a fucked up hard. But It wasn’t always like that I used to be on the top too. Before, now my face slammed at the bottom of a pit.

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.

*** Instead of returning to the master bedroom she'd shared with Daniel for five years, Angela found herself turning toward one of the mansion's guest rooms – a smaller, simpler space that felt less like a stage set and more like a place where she might be able to think clearly. She sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed, still wearing the dress she'd chosen so carefully for the evening's performance, and pulled out her phone with trembling fingers. Clara's number was the first in her recent calls, but Angela found herself staring at the screen without dialing, unsure what words could convey the earthquake that had just shifted the foundations of her carefully constructed life. Instead, she o

She then goes downstairs to talk to her son who is still laying on the couch. “Where Is Angela? I want to talk to you both.” “She’s outside on her phone. Why do you want to talk to us? And ain’t you supposed to be at your meeting?” “I didn’t go. Justina! Call Angela for me.” Angela is on the phone explaining what happened to her mother. She’s pouring her heart out telling her that she misses home and she wishes she never agreed to the marriage. Her mother is comforting her saying she should be strong because she’s heading for greatness. She’s a strong lovely girl with a strong personality like her father and she shouldn’t let minor things blur her vision. The scandal on the internet will pas

" At that moment, a memory struck her, leaving her with a twinge of guilt. But she dismissed it. She couldn't change the past, and there was no point in dwelling on it. Certain chapters had closed, and her seemingly perfect life allowed no room for flaws. "Ms. Graham, I truly believe you can teach everyone. You're awesome!" Clara sincerely praised. Her compliment was direct and concise. "I'm not awesome. I'm just more sober than anyone else." Angela sighed, casually scrolling on her phone. She remarked casually, "Besides, health is important—fuck!" Just as Clara was about to step out, she heard Angela curse, leaving her so stunned that she nearly lost her balance. "What's the matter?" She tu

It was like I am in some spell. A few days later, there was an attack on Angelina by dark angel and demons. I fought with them alongside archangels. We won the fight but I was badly hurt. I was taken to witches where they need to make a potion for which they needed a fairy's nail and not just any fairy.it has to be a fairy princess nail. Eva knew there is no option so she asked Carol for help. Carol knowing that it's me immediately helped and gave her nails to the witch who created the potion and I was healed.

Angela's gaze turned hard instead. " Watch your tongue, Mr. Aicher. I haven't allowed you to pry into my personal affair and it would be better if you stay in your limit with me. I don't need to hear who and what my ex-husband is from anyone, least from a fraud like you. And I am not that easy to manipulate either. So it would be better if you use your poor manipulation skills somewhere else," Angela sounded harsher than she meant. But she didn't regret it. She didn't have a high opinion of Nickaulas but she also wouldn't allow some outsider to demean him in front of her. She was married to him once. Also, if they thought they can manipulate her by bringing her failed marriage into picture t

He growled, not bothering with it The moment I realised his anger is directed at them instead of me, I begin to feel sorry for the poor ladies as they rush back in. They glance at me, then Caden, probably trying to make sense of what’s happening. “What seems to be the problem Mr. Demir?” Greta asked, her voice filled with confusion. “It’s my fault—” One harsh glare from him had me rearing back and shutting my mouth instantly. His hands come to rest on my shoulder, twisting me around to face the stylists.