Angela White Author Novels & Stories

Yuna secretly praised Nina for a job well done, her smug smile impossible to suppress. “Sorry about that. She’s pregnant.” Angela’s fists clenched, trembling faintly, as sparks flared in her eyes while she stared at Nina. It was only because Yuri was present that Angela held herself back. She endured it for the moment and apologized to Yuri, “Sorry for offending you, Miss White. She’s my ex-husband’s sister. She is indeed pregnant, but no one knows who the father of the unborn child is.” “What kind of talk is that? The child she’s carrying is clearly…”

‘Rest your heart now, honey. You have awakened yourself now.’ Angela’s eyes flew open to the white ceiling above. The same dream. The same woman in white gown. She had been seeing her since Axel’s birth, in her dreams and sometimes relentless nightmares of her past, reminding her about something, to calm her, to soothe her, to make her ready. But what she was trying to say? Angela couldn’t decipher.

Can't wait to see you behind bars! I bolted for home. After texting a number that felt both familiar and strange, I stood in front of my mom's portrait, apologizing over and over. I lit a candle for her, then pushed the door open. There was Christina Harris, my sworn enemy, all decked out in a vintage wedding dress, smiling like it was Christmas. She grabbed my hand. "Come on, we've got a wedding to get to!"

I sit on the floor against the door, hugging my knees as my chest hurts in anger. After spilling all the tears, I still had, I got up and looked at the most beautiful dress ever. It's a long white and silver dress with a leg slit that goes up to my thigh and only has two straps in the back. I smile, looking at the beautiful dress and I look at my hand fiddling with the ring.

Still, Ananas shook her head as she considered the wounds on Samantha's body, which undoubtedly wouldn't have developed without a cause. "I wouldn't want to have such a cruel sister-in-law." Said Ananas, shuddering in horror, just to imagine if Carol White was Tristan's Mate. Seeing the response given by Ananas, Gabriel laughed out loud while driving. At the same time, Delaltrik, who did not understand the matter, could only stare while looking at Ananas and Gabriel. "What's wrong with that Carol White woman, anyway?" Delaltrik finally got the courage to ask. "She's the owner of the White & CO boutique and the person responsible for Samantha's horrible life.

The only one who didn't look shocked was my mother. I took a deep breath and Stephan held my hand for reassurance. "Mom, what do you know about the great white witch?" I asked. I watched as shock washed over my mothers face and her eyes went wide. "How did you-" "A man came here this morning. He kept calling her Angarika and said she was a descendant of the great white witch, but he also told her to speak to you about it" Stephan cut in. I watched as my mother played with her fingers before she looked up and said,

I cannot wait until all this is behind me and I can go back to my life here behind these walls. I ask Job to meet me in my office and I can tell things are still running around here. But we are a bit behind in securing deals. That was Ellie’s speciality. I really miss her around here. I am not sure if she will come back to work at Sage Enterprises. Still in those thoughts, I hear a knock at my door. “Come in,” I say and Angela comes in holding a letter. “Excuse me, Sir, this just came in. It is a resignation letter from Miss Ellie White,” she says as she hands me the letter.

Chapter forty four Christine’s POV Christine sat at the edge of her desk, back straight, hands clenched around a ceramic mug that had long gone cold. The sunlight coming in through the tall windows of her office painted golden stripes across the floor, but she felt none of its warmth. Angela stood across from her, phone in hand, jaw tight, eyes darting between screens. “It’s out,” she said. Christine looked up. “What?” Angela turned the phone toward her. There, splashed across a popular New York business blog, was the headline:

Angela POV Ten Years Later The waves crashing against the Santa Barbara shore filled the quiet of the late afternoon. I sat in a lounge chair by the beach, sunglasses on, wide-brimmed hat pulled low, a scarf covering part of my face. I didn’t want anyone recognizing me—not now, not here. The sea breeze brushed my face, but it couldn’t chase away the restlessness gnawing at my mind. The tablet on my lap lit up, showing the news that had been haunting me. The headline glared back: “Rising Star Angela Jones Lands Lead Role Thanks to Special Relationship with Director Edward Kane.”

"Are you still hung up on being sent to the psych ward for five years? Do you really need to hold onto that anger? Did you ever stop to think that if you weren't such a bully to Walter, if you hadn't been so vile, we wouldn't have had to send you there?" Her laugh was sharp as ice. Every fight, she would throw my past, my bullying of Walter, right in my face. She would just stand there, watching me unravel, lose it. However, not this time. I just shook my head, calm as could be. "I'm not mad, not at all." Yet she seemed furious, her foot slamming into the table. … When I saw Liliana again, I thought I would be overwhelmed, that I would spill out all the pain I had carried for years. However,