Angela Paolini Novels & Stories

Daniela hesitated, then said, “If you don’t mind, I’ll take that black one. Your choice is good. It’s stretchable so It’ll fit me.” Angela almost laughed. “You’re sure? You like black?” She pressed. “Of course. I love it.” Angela handed it over to her. “Thank you,” Daniela said quickly, leaving before they could change their minds. Rebecca burst out laughing. “What the fuck was that?” Rebecca laughed at the blondie clown. Angela smirked, running her fingers over the maroon gown. ‘You won’t take anything from me again, Daniela. That old Angela is gone. I am done being the giver. No one will dare to ruin my happiness now.’

my voice broke. She stopped short of my bedside, her disgusted gaze lingering on me longer than it had ever had. "Is that how to bow to your Luna?" Fiona barged through the door fangs baring. "You omega wenches need to be taught better." "Fiona?" Luna Estella cut in harshly. "No foul words in my presence." Fiona bowed courteously, the sides of her ball gown lifting into the air. "Forgive me mother." Estella Rydor and her daughter Fiona, the two most powerful women in the Silverpine pack, and the most dangerous.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

It’s okay with her because she is just living alone here. "Where? Can I see?” Pipay said while chewing and grabbing Robin's cell phone. "Wait, Pipay! Your hand is full of oil!” He handed his friend a tissue. When Pipay finished wiping her hands, he gave his cell phone to her. “Here!” The two are busy stalking and reading articles regarding Grace Angeles. Sir Paolo’s girlfriend and rumored fiancé. "Sis! She and Ms. Heart Evangelista are friends! She is a fashion designer! She’s so fair and gorgeous!” Pipay said.

A cold and sarcastic smile appeared on this armless woman’s lips as she asked, “Why? Just because you expelled me from Silver Blade PACK and cut off my wolf claws, then I am doomed to be dead? Sorry to disappoint you but I am perfectly well, Lady Chloe, thank you for asking.” Then she turned to the crowd of people and slightly bowed: “Good evening and thank you for giving me this opportunity to speak out. My name is Angelina, a former maid at Silver Blade Pack. I have lived in the darkness and shame for too long. And now it is time for me to clear my own name!” “LIAR!” Chloe straightened her back and roared. “BITCH! LYING WHORE—” “Can somebody cloak her mouth, please?” Gamma Glen from Grey C

"Should I go to dinner or not?" The question kept running through her mind. But it was not because of Vahe or the wheelchair. She was afraid of what might happen as a result of this romantic dinner. She could not bring herself to refuse him. Yes, she simply did not dare. With his confidence, Albert Weber seemed much more attractive to her than Alex, who had always kept their relationship hidden. Magdalena greatly admired Albert’s persistence, and she decided she would not disappoint him.

“We are against taller players.” “Height doesn’t matter,” I said. “You have a spring on your jump, so you’re going to be fine.” Chelsea stretched out his arms. “Looks like our bosses are playing tennis for the last games for today.” “Hence the outfit,” Peach remarked. “But who’s with Stark today?” “The redhead?” Chelsea asked. “Yeah. She looks familiar.” She pointed out the lower box to our left, where Stark and the woman were sitting together watching the games. “Francesca Moretti. She’s an Italian tennis star and an artist,” Chelsea said, which she had already told me at home last night. “They’re playing in pairs today, I guess.”

she lifted her head and looked at Angelo with so much anger but Angelo knew he didn't do anything wrong "She's a despicable woman...she deserves much more pain than just a mare injury Sia"Angelo whispered with frustration as he ran his fingers in his hair "I know she did wrong in the past"she's said and both Angelo and Tara looked at her with surprised expression wondering if she knew but when she added they were wrong

her Italian accent blends with her face that looks like she's in her 30s. Angelo didn't return the smiling gesture. He frowns. “I'm looking for a dark skin lady, her name is Yemi, have you seen her?” “There was a lady by the name, Anna Yemi Owolabi who went to meet Calisto Valdez. An hour ago!” she replies. Without many words, Angelo walks into the elevator. The desk woman calls in a panic. “Sir, Sir, you have not registered yet!” The elevator close as Angelo continues to try reaching Yemi by calling her but it was not going through. He panics.

“Yes, Mr. Virelli?” “Get me Francesca,” Paolo said coldly. “Now.” A few moments later, the door opened and a poised, silver haired woman in a gray skirt suit stepped in. Francesca DeLuca. Chief PR strategist. Trusted fixer. A woman who’d handled everything from mistress scandals to merger leaks without so much as a hair out of place. She stood without greeting, waiting. “My son,” Paolo began slowly, “believes he’s in love.” “With the Hartwell boy?” Francesca asked smoothly.