Novel & Cerita Angela's Ashes

Devils disguised as angles. Im yanked from the ground and my head feels light. The room spinning from moving to quicklly. My body weak from lack of food. Im shoved forward with the rest of the prisiones. Cold air hits my face as we all cram together down the long hallway and up the stairs exiting the the dounges .The little girl next to me grips the fabric of my worn and tattered dress "where are they taking us" she whispers.Her blonde hair is tangles and dirty. Big brown eyes tired, the evidence of malnurishment clear in her small frame. " i dont know but its going to be okay" dont be afraid" i tell her wrapping my chained arms around her as we walk. Not that my comfort will do her any good

Her father. Angela’s lips quivered into a broken smile as she stared at them. Another picture showed their wedding day. Another held only Elena, dressed in elegant white. “That was taken during her witch ceremony,” Orion murmured. The moment Angela saw the dress, something inside her snapped violently. The same white dress. Her body staggered backward as a loud gasp escaped her lips, but Gideon caught her instantly. “Angela?” His voice turned urgent. “What happened?” “I… I saw her,” she whispered shakily. “In my dreams.” A sob tore from her throat.

Nurse Nancy’s Point of View The fire ten years ago destroyed more than just a building , it ruined lives. But in its smoke, I found light. I became a mother to two angels: Primrose and Jane. Their cries in that inferno led me to them, and I have never looked back . I loved them from the moment I held them in my arms. I did not change their names. Somehow, I felt it would be wrong. They were named after their grandmother—Jackson’s mother. Primrose bears her first name, and Jane her middle name . Strange how fate works. Even in secrecy, their identity was tied to the truth I hid.

We walked the rest of the way. As Tammy had already located my birth mother’s grave, we were able to follow the paths and markers to the right section and row. The cemetery was pretty small, considering, so it didn’t take us more than five minutes from when we entered until we spotted the correct headstone. Here lies Angela Clives. Under listed the years of her birth and death. With quick calculation, I realized she was only 38. Too young. Far too young. That was it. No other words. No other memories. Just a name and a set of dates to remember an entire life lost.

But this time her eyes are missing, replaced by vines pushing through the sockets. Aspen drops to his knees, spewing his dinner all over the ground. I want to ask if he knows her but instead I stay quiet, rubbing his back in gentle circles and offering the support of my presence. Mason, in absolute Alpha mode, can’t do the same. “Do you recognize her, Asp?” His tone is soft, but still demanding of an answer. “Yes.” He croaks through his tears. “Her name is, I mean was, Angel Walters. Last I heard she still lived in Crimson Moon, same as Gemma Tresoire.”

her voice faltered, “why did he have to die? Didn’t he love me?” The words were like daggers in June’s chest. She tightened her embrace, tears sliding down her cheeks despite her efforts to be strong. “He loved you very much, my angel. But sometimes, life takes people away before their time. It doesn’t mean they didn’t love us it just means God needed them sooner.” Valerie laid her head against her mother’s chest, listening to her heartbeat. “I wish I had known him.”

She loved him, but he was starting to think about her less and less, and she faded more into the other world the more he failed to think of her. To Anise, she was dying all over again, and in the process, losing Asher again. "Anise." Miranda called out to the ghost, and Anise turned her vision and noticed Miranda dressed in black leggings and grey jacket. Her bag was strapped across her shoulder blades and spine, and the human was ready to go. Anise sighed and studied the situation. It wasn't fair that she had died and left Asher alone in the world. If she helped Miranda escape, even if it would benefit her, she'd be doing the same thing to Asher all over again.

I tell him. “Don’t you believe in my tracking abilities? I can find just give me her name and I’ll have her in front of you by next week.” He says confidently. If only. “You wouldn’t find her. You can’t find someone who is six feet under…” I mutter under my breath. Angelica’s body was burnt to ashes. I barely had any of her remains to bury her. “She’s dead? Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll shut my mouth now.”

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.

Angela walked over to the broken vase, "this used to be my mom's favorite vase. She was always around it." "What do you mean your mom's favorite vase?" "Well, it was an import from Italy." Angela picks up the broken pieces, "But yes, this is as broken as my family." Claire walked up to Angela placing her hand on Angela's shoulder, "it may be broken, but you can still glue the remaining pieces." Angela smiled at Claire's gesture, "it's okay. Let's focus on what's here."