Angela White Author Novels & Stories

“How did you?-“ “You’re not the only smart one in the family. But I cannot let that continue or I will kill all of them” I felt my eyes flash with the anger of my wolf and watched Lincoln’s widen. “It’s not your job to take care of me Angie” “Well since dad is too wrapped up in his anger with Alpha Roman and mom is trying to retreat into her mind and pretend none of this is happening, it is my job now” Just then, a knock sounded on my door and before I could answer it was opened. Melissa came in hot with Devon on her tail.

“I don't care, I hissed in their faces. There wasn't a mirror in sight here, but I just knew that if there were one, then my anger would have been hot to break it into a million pieces. I tried to calm myself down,but no matter what I did or how hard I tried, it just didn't work. In a fit of rage, I did a quick sweep of the place. Alongside the other things they used for healing obviously, was a huge bookshelf not far away from where I stood. It looked ancient and old, like something my forefathers had used and passed down from generation to generations. Even the air around it pulsed weirdly, and without knowing why the hell that was so, I marched towards it I could feel the rest of the heal

Betty gloated with mock sympathy, her eyes alight with victory. I slowly lifted my head, the last traces of warmth draining from my gaze. The peace I had nurtured over five years of spiritual practice shattered in an instant, replaced by a chilling rage. I spoke, my voice eerily steady. "Betty, do you have any idea what you've done?" She recoiled from my sudden burst of energy, stepping back, but quickly puffed out her chest in defiance and bragged, "What's the big deal? It's just a lousy necklace. I can pay you back since my husband's filthy rich!"

From the light illuminated by her flashlight she could see the person standing in front of her. "Mr. White?" she whispered out disbelievingly. "Ye...yeah and who are you?" he stuttered a little bit, heart pounding in the chest but at the same time relieved it wasn't Lydia who'd caught him. "Uh... nanny?" she voiced out in question Her head was swirling with countless thoughts, the main one being if Mr. White was cheating on his wife with Lauren? The young mean girl? Why was every celebrity's life scandalous? "Am I fired?" June hesitantly asked as Mr. White sighed before asking her to follow him.

Steven said. Upon hearing it, I turned to Flint and mouthed, "really?" He nodded with a smile. "And well, we were actually running out of ideas. But one of our very creative and resourceful members, Angel," he pointed at a woman on the table beside us. She was wearing a white cocktail dress with shiny beads all over. She looks like an angel. Literal shiny Angel. Her name suits her. "She thought of this very weird thing… I really thought it was weird at first but then a few days into thinking about it, I realized that huh, it's not weird at all!" He mumbled.

The woman paused, giving Lydia a moment to let that information sink in. Angela. Lydia didn’t know her very well. They’d met a few times, but they were, at best, associates. Still, Lydia’s heart ached for the petite brunette with the big attitude. Lydia begrudgingly read her opinion pieces every week, and while she could never quite get over being passed up for the column last year, she always admired Angela’s writing style. She was direct and unapologetic. And it had gotten her killed.

Exactly one week before Bridget’s arrival Clare had taken a call from Angela, her oldest friend, just as she'd arrived home from work. ‘Hi, darling, how’s tricks?’ Angela always sounded chipper. ‘Don’t ask. I’m up to my eyes in building rubble.’ ‘That’s what I thought. Do you fancy a bite to eat, and...’ ‘And?’ ‘A little diversion.’ Angela Barker was a journalist for a glossy magazine, a sinewy blonde whose long hair seemed to attract men like moths to a flame. Like moths too, many had got themselves badly burned. Angela was forthright and down-to-earth and not one to suffer fools, even handsome or rich fools, gladly. Her attitude to men was entirely pragmatic. If they gave her what she want

he smiled. Later, I went upstairs to my room while Hudson got on a business call. I lay on the bed, holding my phone, about to play a game. But then, I thought, where's Miss White? I haven't seen her since our last argument at the warehouse. What's going on? I kind of miss her pretty face and her scary ways. Just then, my phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts. "Hi, sweetheart," I answered. "Time's up, Angela. I want you back by tomorrow," Davey demanded.

'Jace, ask Alpha Remus to join my table,' I let my Beta know in the mind link. A few seconds later, the Alpha and his family join Drina and me. I introduce them all to each other. I notice that Luna Faith watches Drina longer than usual. “Hi Drina, I'm also a White Wolf,” she indicates meaningfully. “My mission was to push back the rival power of the occult from a large pack and turn the wolves back to Selene,” she said. Drina responds with a polite smile and shakes the Luna's hand. “Luna, congratulations on the success,” she says politely. A female host emerges and all attention has now shifted back to the stage.

, before her figure completely faded out of sight. I sighed slowly. Yeah. I am the White Wolf