Angela's Ashes Controversy Novels & Stories

Since she’s dead and buried, what was Aurora so worried about? “She is, but do you really think this is over? The way Rosalie looked at the funeral shows that she suspects us. You, on the other hand, fooled around with another man right after the funeral. Had I not bailed you out, you'd still be at the police station now. Is this the kind of chaste and pure behavior you constantly speak of? Your private life is in a mess, can you please stop wasting time on such useless things?” What Angie did outside and what she said online was none of Aurora's business, but a fool like Angie was bound to drag her down. She had to deal with Angie as soon as possible.

Gideon met Angela’s gaze with cold, lifeless eyes. “I watched my mother drown in depression, Angela. Everyone called her jealous, insane, said she ruined her own marriage. But she was only trying to save it.” Angela understood all too well. Whenever a woman fought for her dignity, the world silenced her by calling her crazy. “Do you think Victoria and Fin were main killers, like Daniela claimed?” Angela asked quietly, remembering Nora’s words about Luna Hillary nearly taking her own life. After seeing Gideon’s poisonous family, she had believed that Victoria had manipulated Hillary’s fragile mind to end her own life.

I had a lot on my mind. Angela passed away in her sleep two days later at exactly 2:45 pm according to her nurses as I was not around but at work. I remembered a butterfly entering my office at that particular time, perched on my fingers, and flew away. I had her cremated as she wished and sent her ashes to her parents personally. They were at first angry that I did not call them before cremating her, but I cooked up some stories as to why I did not. They later took the incident in good faith and kept the urn containing her ashes on their shelf, even the pictures I had been sending were all kept on the shelf.

Xena panicked and hurried to pull Zac away, but he slapped her hand away. Zac scrambled toward the broken urn, crawling on his hands and knees. "And this... this..." His lips trembled, too afraid to voice the thought in his mind. I kindly explained, "This urn was the one Sally chose before she died. I used your card to show some filial respect on your behalf. There’s nothing wrong with that, right? "But unfortunately, your little girlfriend here called her a worthless woman. She also said that Sally didn’t deserve an urn that cost eight hundred thousand dollars. She wanted to get your money back...

I readily agreed with his decision. Since Angela was a vampire, we couldn’t send her to the funeral home. Evan made a quick call to his superiors and explained the series of events that led up to her death. When he hung up, he quietly took her body down into the morgue. Whether he put her in the cremation incinerator or his vampire buddies took her away, I’ll never know. Not only could I have cared less about what happened to her after what she did, I had no desire to know.

The man asked Chiara when she went down the stairs. "If you mean 'are you going to attempt to kill me again?', then no. But I am still pissed with you and seeing you here is not doing anything good for my anger." "I still don't understand why you are so pissed." "How about the fact that you tried to sell me?" "You are exaggerating. I only made an agreement on your part." "Yeah, an agreement you had no right to make." "Okay, I get that you are angry that I did not discuss it with you first, I should not have broken the news to you like that."

“You were friends. I should have thought of you, but you’re right; if the public knew about it, it would hurt your reputation.” “Who cares about my reputation? Eve was all I cared about,” he whimpered. I released a deep breath. “I hate to say this, but we have to stop. Please! She has been under stress lately, and today was too much.” I growled, standing up and helping Angela get up, but as soon as she was up, she clutched on my shirt before losing consciousness. Angela fell into my arms, and as if expecting it already, I sighed, carried and lay her down on the couch. Although I didn’t want David to touch her after knowing the truth, Angela was my sole concern now. He checked on her and assu

Seeing that she was unsatisfied with his response, he added, “We were just letting off some steam before the alpha challenges in a few weeks.” Angel’s mood seemed to change almost instantly. She seemed to shift before his eyes from anger to downright disdainful, rolling her eyes and scoffing. Hackles rising at her reaction, he automatically asked, “What’s with the eye roll?” Angel offered him a pointed look then, and the realization hit him like a slap in the face. Of course she would react with distaste at the mention of the alpha challenges, her father had almost died because he had felt the need

Bella's head came up fast. "That's not the same situation," she said. "You had enough proof with Daniel. And even with that, we were still wrong at the end" Carlos didn't back down. "What do you have on Angela right now? She follows a social club page that some bot accounts also follow. That's it." "She knew about the records. She was at a few foundation events. And now her name turns up connected to the same people who helped spread the story..." "That's still not enough." Carlos picked up his mug. "I'm not saying she's innocent. I'm saying you don't move on someone because it feels right. Not after Daniel."

Javier asked so Angela's attention was now on him. Angela laughed as she looked at Javier. "I didn't know that after six years you're still stupid, Javier. Just because I hate her doesn't mean I'm going to kill her. Okay, here's the catch for all of you. I planned to kill her because I really hate her but sad to say, someone preceded me to do that. See, my hands are clean, I didn't use them on Hillary. I am not the one who killed her," Angela said at length.