Novel & Cerita Angela's Ashes

I stated. Silicon Queen wasn’t able to talk for a while. Huh! Let’s see how much money you could give. I won’t let you defeat me even if it takes a zillion amount of money. “700 Billion.” "900 Billion.” Angela's POV “When did they die?” asked Lucifer when we’re finally on our way home. I was trying to put the seatbelt around my body but I failed so I just let it just lay on me. “They had an accident when I was only ten.” I replied.

I muttered confused when it suddenly hit me I stared at Asher in shock "Yo.....u y....ou you?" "Yes Carmella, both you and asher blood is needed for this sacrifice! " Angela confirmed dropping the bomb on me......!!! TBC........ Please I need ur rating and reviews Please you all should try to drip ur comments on what you think about the story so far

They had all come to perform their civic duty: mourning the sudden, tragic death of Seraphina Vance, the quiet wife of Manhattan’s most ruthless billionaire. I sat in the very front pew, directly beneath the massive stained glass window casting cold blue light onto the altar. There was no casket. Only a polished mahogany table holding a single, silver framed photograph of Seraphina from our wedding day three years ago. In the photo, she was looking slightly away from the camera, her lips curved into a faint, hesitant smile, her wide eyes filled with an innocent, vulnerable light that I had spent three long years ignoring. Beside the frame sat a glass vase containing the single item the ocean

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

"When did you finish the operation?" "Yesterday, he has been unconscious ever since." "Alright." "Okay, do you need anything?" "I need you to leave, now." She said without turning to look at him. She sat down on one of the sofas and called Marcos. "Where are you?" Marcos asked immediately he answered the call. "I am in Los Angeles on a little business." "You did not inform me of any business there this week." "Because I can do it alone. I need you to get me the soldier that you brought to the dock house yesterday."

For the first time, his expression changed slightly, not into surprise, but into something more fragile, as though the name itself carried weight he had not expected to hear spoken aloud. “She used to sit very close when I spoke,” he said after a pause, “and she always brought marigolds when the weather was bad.” Aisha felt her chest tighten. “And what was her full name?” she asked gently. Arman looked toward the window for a long moment before answering. “She didn’t use it often,” he said. “Only M.” And somewhere in that single letter, Aisha finally understood that she had not been searching for a patient’s delusion. She had been tracing the outline of someone who had once tried to hold a b

She drove straight for a while until she reached a downhill road with very few cars, where she swiftly maneuvered the steering wheel. The car skidded, spun in place three times, and then, without slowing down, crashed directly into a tree. In an instant, the front of the car burst into flames. Hunter smiled to himself as he achieved the desired result. He took out his phone, snapped a picture, and drove off nonchalantly. Half an hour later, Flint and Maple rushed to the hospital, devastated. They released an obituary. "We are deeply saddened to announce that our beloved daughter, Luna Baxter, passed away on December 20, 2024, at 8:07 pm, due to a car accident. She was 27 years old.

“How is Grandma Elizabeth? This will break her,she can't let Damon take over the Montero's Mansion. I feel so sad for her” She sobbed loudly. Doris sighed. “Angela, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to tell you like this, but you needed to know. Grandma Elizabeth…”. Angela's heart skipped. “What happened to Grandma?” “Well she’s no more. She passed away, poisoned. Everything happened so fast according to Damon's plan.” Angela’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. “No…no please don't tell me, Grandma…this is all my fault”.

My magic was still humming beneath my skin, but the cool night air from the stairwell at least seemed to take the edge off. The cafeteria was mostly empty when I entered, with only a few lingering in the seats with late cups of tea or the last of dessert. In one of the corner tables, Ashleigh Dana sat alone, her hair silver that seemed almost luminous in the dim light, with faint streaks of amethyst swirling through. It caught the light like moonstone. She was nursing a mug of tea, tendrils of steam lazily curling up toward the ceiling. Her eyes flicked to me the second I stepped through the doors, a gleam of recognition in them. She raised one brow in invitation.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.