Angela Samota Novels & Stories

Mia gasped. “Oh.” Samantha blinked, feigning surprise. “My bad. It slipped.” Angelo’s gaze dropped down at his soaked pants, then back up. He sighed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s fine. Really. I’ll just go home and change later.” Samantha pressed her lips into a thin line. “Yeah, you should.” Mia shot her a look, but Samantha looked away and took a sip from her half-empty mug. Angelo cleared his throat. “So… what are you girls doing today?"

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

"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.

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.

Craig Inquired, "I might even join in if you guys let me," she said, smiling, "Sure thing," Sam said, passing her the ball. "We could use an extra player." As they started playing, Craig couldn't help but notice how good looking Angela was, she moved with grace and agility, dribbling the ball effortlessly and passing it with precision. He found himself drawn to her natural athleticism and easy going personality, As they continued playing, Angela and Craig struck up a conversation. They talked about their hobbies, interests, and goals in life. Craig found himself opening up to her, sharing his dreams of becoming a professional kickboxer, and he explained about his bad financial status,

While Angela became enraged, I continued to play the role of William's girlfriend by touching his long hair that was bound in a bond. "Can you please tell me what you do for a living, Samantha?" Angela asked, her brow furrowed. I was caught off guard, and I didn't want her to come to the studio to embarrass me, so I gave her a sweet smile while using a very good ascent that I learned from the cab driver who drove me here earlier.

Her brows were knitted in annoyance as she waited for my words. "I-In Manila..." I whispered. "We were best friends, Kelly. Y-Your father is Mr. Petrakis, right? He is a scientist." Her brows furrowed even more, if that is even possible. "I am sorry, Miss. I have never even been to Manila. All my life, I have been living here. Manila is so far. You must be wrong. And Kelly is not my mine. I am Samara." Her voice was serious, making my heart pounded so fast.

"No, Sam. Those were souls. These mist are creatures from angels having offspring that died. They are spirits but not of humans. They are called the spiritum ultima. They are guardians of the spirit of realm." I hugged Samuel. He kissed me gently on the forehead. Tenderly, I touched his face. "Be safe and come back to me. Promise me, Samuel." "I will. I promise, Samantha." He signaled me to a position at the farthest side while moving to the opposite end. Then, he jumped to the lake. The mist was so fast that I could not move to help him from being attacked by the fog and the water. "Swim, Samantha, swim!"

The giggling and severe inability to sing was kinda getting in the way. "You know Ella," Carlos said to me, putting an arm around my shoulder as we walked back to the house half an hour later, "Have you seen the Uzbekistani economy lately?" "Umm..." I said. "No?" "Honestly, are you some kind of simpleton?" he asked, "Hey Marco! Our brother has made this girl his Luna and she doesn't even know about Uzbekistan's economy! Can you believe that?!" "Well, you better educate the woman!" Marco exclaimed.

“Also has anyone figured out who was the anonymous dude that got her a visa.” “My sources at the White House aren’t saying anything.” Jack confessed. “Does it matter,” Sam said. “They probably don’t want the attention.” “Sam, when you’ve been in the business as long as I have, you find out that everyone wants attention.” “I’m glad we picked Angela for this,” Sam said. “She almost got herself killed trying to get those drugs for Esin’s daughter.” “It buttered Esin right up.” Jack said as he began thinking up several pieces that could be written about Esin’s experience, he was already planning another trip to find more people to interview.