Romans & histoires Angela Paolini

"That woman — it was to do with work that's all. Penelope was asleep the entire time." "I trusted you with her and this is what you do, bringing strange woman around my daughter. You really haven't changed at all."I walked towards the door, holding a sleeping Penelope. I was angry, the type of anger that he can only bring out in me. He told me that it was work related, but I didn't know if to trust his word. After all, the last time I trusted Mason Knight he left me alone and pregnant with his baby.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

" She was about to slam the door, but my hand shot up and held the door. "Wait, I'm not going to tell Alcander. I swear. But what's your name?" She looked me toe up and then her eyes rested on mine. "Angelia." My hand still held the door open, but she didn't seem to close it. "Mines Jenna. Jenna Knox." "Just Angelia." We stood there staring at each other and then she sighed. "Come in I guess." She left the door open and then her figure disappeared in the darkness.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

May and Barbara didn't want to see Haley showing off, so they also stayed in the lounge to accompany Madam Martínez. Angela sat on the balcony reading a book, her fair skin captivating like milk. Her long feathery lashes were like a dense little fan, casting a faint shadow on her porcelain-like skin. Sitting there, she was like a shining child star in a movie. When she grew up, she would definitely be a stunning beauty. May Martínez' eyes turned green from jealousy, she sighed and said, "Angela is so beautiful. She will be even more outstanding than Haley, it's just a pity...this child can't speak and her origins are unclear..."

The sexual innuendo wasn’t lost on me or Angela. “What is your name, young lady?” Angela asked calmly. Beneath that calm is a woman ready to create havoc. I’m sure she’s only keeping her cool for the sake of Kenz. “I’m called Chef Lia.” She replied with so much pride. It’s okay to feel proud of your accomplishments, but you should know when to display them. I watched with amusement as Angela’s jaw clenched with anger. Jealously makes her more attractive. “Lia. I find it insulting that you, regardless of my presence and that of my daughter decide to make passes at my man. Making sexual hints that you stupidly believe I won’t notice?”

"Wait,what did you just say? You mean James St Patrick is the man that you smashed his Lamborghini yesterday?" "You are in alot of danger,girl!" Paz yelled as she nervously walked up and down in the living room "To be clear,I did not wreck his car ,I am not afraid since it is simply scratched. It is the way he looks at me that scares me." Says Angela as she bites on her lower lip and fiddle with her fingers "Can you tell me hoq he looks at you?" Paz asked

The woman smiled at him, “What a very romantic prince you remain as.” “Ofcourse.” Cleoffe replied. I froze when the woman’s gaze found mine. She wrinkled her brows then smiled, “And who is this beautiful young lady we have here? A princess, perhaps? Or are you Miss Sachiel’s daughter? You somewhat resemble her when she was at your age.” I glanced at Cleoffe then looked at the woman, “G-Good Evening, m-ma’am… I-I’m Angela Santos.” “She’s my girlfriend.” Said Cleoffe.

she asked. "Do you remember when we met when you were five years old, Miss? You asked me what I was running away from," she began, lowering her eyes. "And I'll tell you: my real life". Thetia frowned. "What does that mean?" she asked. Angela hesitated for a moment before answering. "My real name is not Angela Green. I am better known to my friends and family as Angela Franklin or Angela Di Angelli. I am both the daughter of the Queen and King of Abari and the wife of Paolo Di Angelli, the eldest son of Fabiana Di Angelli," she finally said. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart, she felt lighter.