Angela Samota Apartment Novels & Stories

it's weekend and Samantha had just returned back so see her mother Agatha to spend the weekend with her. Agatha is very happy to see her and they both embrace each other warmly. Agatha compliments her looks telling her that she looks very fresh and robust ever since she started work at Harry's apartments. Samantha laughs over it and tells her that she knows she is pulling her legs. "How can I be looking fresh and robust mother ,when I am overworking myself in that house ",Samantha said smiling.

Moving through the crowded, smoke-hazed air, she came to rest at the bar where Sam; an obese man, was serving drinks. He looked up from the drink he was mixing, noticed her, then smiled. “I’m expecting a friend, Sam,” Alessa said. “Room three and five, are available,” Sam returned. “I’ll take room five.” Sam took out a key from the key rack and handed it to Alessa. “You care for a drink?” Alessa shook her head. She crossed the room to the door that gave on to the steep staircase, which led to the rooms; Sam rented to those who wanted some privacy.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

There was no emptiness that consumed him in the past. When he saw that she was stranded, it was his opportunity to know where she was living. Samuel wanted to know everything to do with Camila because she was the first woman who was capable of breaking the walls that he had built around himself. “Where are we headed to?” Samuel asked. “Oh…. I am sorry, I forgot I never told you about my house. Just drive to Milimani estate, my apartment is located there. Samuel has heard of it but he has never been to that part of the town. So he quickly put on his GPS which showed him the direction

Or maybe it was family stuff going on, and they just wanted me out of the way. As I walked heading on the plane, I was wondering about what life would be like when I got there, and what unique things it had that my province didn't and I really needed to go. -- My flight was good, and it took an hour, and after I arrived in Manila, I received a call from an unknown number. I answered it, thinking it might be my grandma's best friend. "Hello," I said as I answered the call. "Hello, Is this samantha samuel?May I know where you are now?It's me, Anghelita Chuena your grandma's friend" As I expected, it was really her.

When she had no interest in other men, Angela naturally felt something special about Samuel. "Do you think I am beautiful?" The eyes of Angela were shining like stars. She stared at Samuel, hoping that this answer was very important to her. "Of course." After saying that, Samuel shook his head regretfully and continued, "But you are not as beautiful as my wife." "Wife?" Angela was stunned. Samuel’s words confused her. She had not expected Samuel to already have a wife. "It's not just my wife. I also have a lovely daughter," Samuel said.

At that moment, Adam knew he was on his own—he’d have to pray they didn’t catch him in the lobby. While Adam fought for his life in the apartment, across town Samantha Navarro was dealing with a situation that wasn’t life-threatening, but deeply humiliating. Samantha, twenty-eight, worked the front desk at a five-star hotel in Seattle. Daughter of a Mexican mother and an American father, she’d inherited her dad’s five-foot-seven frame and her mom’s striking Latin beauty and curves that turned heads wherever she went.

"Please, Sam. I know you. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself. Don't let a shitty person turn you into a shitty person like some sort of chain reaction." "Jayce isn't shitty. I wish people would sto—" Sam began to defend his friend. "I meant Angelica," Kaycie interrupted, turning up her lip in disgust. "Honestly, if anyone else would put up with my shit I'd have been out years ago." Sam opened his mouth to speak but closed it again when he realised there was nothing he could say to make it any better. Angelica was a total bitch—it was time to face it. "Alfie lives on the corner of Logan Crescent, right?" Sam asked.

that hurt far more than Richard’s betrayal ever could. Without waiting for my explanation, Sam walked past me and stopped beside Angela. Then he wrapped his arms around her. “Aunt Angela would never do something this disgusting,” he said quietly. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Angela looked at me with what almost looked like pity before gently rubbing Sam’s back. “Sam, don’t speak to your mother like that,” she said softly in a fake, sweet tone. She sighed before looking at me. “Gemma, I know things are difficult right now, but maybe this isn’t the best time to come here. Sam is already having a hard time processing everything.”

Instead, it was two tall men dressed in black suits. Men in Black? A moment later, without a word, a tall woman walked straight into my house. I couldn’t speak and had no choice but to follow them. "So, you're Samara." Te woman said as she looked around my apartment. How embarrassing, it still smells like dried fish all over. "Y-yes, that’s me. What is this about?" I replied. I noticed the woman covering her nose. "Sorry about the smell. Let me open the window." I moved to open the window and aimed the fan at it to let the smell out.