Angela Paolini Novels & Stories

Georgina said smiling. "Do feel at home" Angela said as they both sat down. "I made pancake do you want some?" Angela offered. "No, I'm actually on a no-fat diet maybe next time" Georgina declined smiling. Angela tried talking but Lindsey was fast to speak "Hope there isn't any problem?" She asked, stealing a glance at Angela. Angela was a sweet talker and loves long conversations, especially unnecessary ones, if she didn't cut in as she did, Angela was sure to go on and on about things that doesn't matter.

Something tells me it won't be Angela or her bastard of a mate. Angela stares at the Council in disbelief, but just like the two-faced snake she is, she has no problem changing her behaviour in a matter of seconds. She pretends to dust off her dress and clears her throat. "I understand, but I'm not going to stop fighting for what's right. It's not only me who stands against Alpha Romano; it's also my mate and our pack." Angela is acting far too high for the situation she's in. If only the damned woman knew why she and her mate were summoned, I doubt she would act as high and mighty. Oh, how I love her feeble attempts to assert dominance and take control of the situation.

Adrian said, holding a peacefully sleeping Adéle in his arms. "Oh, don't call me 'Mrs.'—well, I am, but it makes me feel ancient. Call me Angela." "Alright, Angela," Adrian replied, a little shyly. It felt strange for him to be talking so casually with the wife of Anthony Moriarty—one of the most prominent judges in all of Italy.

She forgot his name. “Don’t be… My name is Vicktor,” he replied. Soon the door opened, and Angela walked in. She shook hands with everyone and then looked at Renata. Renata nodded and said, “Angela will give you the presentation. Please tell us if you like any of the proposals,” said Renata and stood up. She winked at Michelangelo and flashed him a devilish smile. She opened the door and walked out leaving Michelangelo with her team.

“I've found everything about her,” Angelo announced, stepping into the room. Giovanni turned quickly to face him, his glass of drink whirling in his hand. “Who is she?” he asked, sudden panic surging through him. He could explain the feeling he suddenly felt at the pit of his stomach. “Mia Dante, born February, nineteen ninety eight, She's twenty three. She's from Florence, works for the government, and is an orphan.” Angelo listed out and he heaved a sigh of relief at his revelation.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

" I went to have more human food she replied and smiling. What do you mean by human food I asked and she pointed at the finished pasta and Coca-Cola on the table. "You mean this wasn't enough" I chuckled and she nodded. Ok I went to the counter to pay and the attendant told me the shock of my life. You mean she took 5 whole bottles of Coca-Cola and 3 plates of pasta I asked and he nodded. I can't believe this. Just who is this lady I couldn't help but wonder. I paid and went back to the tabe not find her Missing again.

After the waitress taking a dismiss, Angelo scattered his eyes around the café as he leaned one of his arms on the chair back. “What kind of cozy shit…” Angelo murmured. He scoffed. Elena smirked. “I heard this place belongs to Fred Tiger’s legal wife..” Angelo frowned. “Susan Montegro. His legal wife!” He fixed his nose bridge glasses. “Now she has to attend a business meeting in Prague.” Angelo sniffed, rested his two clenched hands on his chin. A waitress, the same young woman appeared to give them the order. “How long has this guy been involved with that model?” Elena stirred her cappuccino and shot a glance at Angelo from the rim cup that she sipped.

He eats at the best restaurants, and he travels the world in style. Delcan POV_ As I was driving home from work, the streets were quiet and still. It was late, and most people were already home for the night. But something caught my eye - a girl, sitting alone on a bench. I couldn't help but notice her, even though she was bathed in shadow. As I stopped my car and got closer, I could see her more clearly, and she was even more beautiful than I'd first thought. "Excuse me,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I said, "may I sit with you?" The girl looked up at me and hiss without saying a word, her brown eyes swollen I guess she must have been crying. Delcan: ". I just wanted to make sure

Internally, McKayla braced herself, knowing that this confrontation was inevitable. She leaned back in her chair, attempting to appear composed, but a cold smile played on her lips, betraying her true intentions. "Cordelia's greed knows no bounds, Jared," she retorted, defending her actions. "No matter how much I pay her, she always wants more. She has found a profitable niche here." Jared's narrowed eyes saw through her feeble attempt to divert the truth. "I don't believe you," he asserted firmly, his voice seething with restrained anger.