Angela White Books Novels & Stories

“I’m just myself. My surname is White, given name Yuri. I’m here to see Angela.” The moment she heard the words “see Angela,” Yuna’s expression changed instantly. “You’re looking for Angela and you didn’t say so earlier? No wonder, birds of a feather flock together. You’re just as ill-mannered as Angela.” Hearing her name mentioned so sharply, Angela opened the ward door and stepped out to see what was going on. She did not expect to see Leon’s adoptive mother, Yuri White. After a brief pause, she went forward to greet her. “Miss White? What brings you here?”

he said as he stood up, gave Heaven a nod before walking out. one after the other, everyone started working out of the boardroom, Heaven’s assistant beamed. "I knew it! I told you that you were the best in this building!" Heaven didn't answer. She felt the weight of the file in her hand and the weight of Angelina’s murderous glare from across the room. Angelina didn't say a word; she simply stood up, shoved her chair back with a screech, and stormed out. Heaven looked down at the contract again. She should be happy, but a strange feeling settled in her gut. Who was White Ray, and why was he suddenly so interested in her?

Monica lifted her gaze to see a lady dressed in a skinny black dress with flawless makeup and her hair held up in a ponytail, giving her a mocking tongue-clicking sound. "Angel..." Monica murmured. Angel laughed and covered her mouth with her well-manicured fingers, "You still remember me?" Monica stepped away. Angel White is a trending model in the industry right now. She was once Monica's costar, but both of them never really got along. "Leave me alone." Monica walked away and sat at the extreme end of the couch, away from the other women who gave her small glances. Angel laughed and followed her, "Your husband dumped you for your sister, and now you are pathetically looking for a job?"

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

What do you have? Angela scoffed, her laughter laced with sarcasm. Oh, Bianca, that little piece of paper won't shield you from what's coming. His family will suck you dry and discard you when you're no longer useful. Mark my words. Without waiting for a reply, Angela spun on her heels, her elegant dress sweeping dramatically as she disappeared down the hall. Bianca let out a slow breath, her grip tightening around the gift in her hands. Angela's words had landed uncomfortably close to her lingering insecurities.

“It doesn’t cure anything.” “No. This isn’t the cure.” I looked at her and the look on her face hit me hard. She looked defeated. Angela lowered her eyes back to the papers. She read every line another time. As though hoping the words would change. They didn’t. She reached the final copied page. I watched the color slowly drain from her face. Her lips parted. “… those who failed…” She barely made the words audible. “… never survived beyond nineteen.” Nobody answered. There wasn’t anything to add. The words were already there. She placed the page back onto the table with trembling fingers.

His wife, Iliana Granger, was Adrian's bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove that we were on our way to claim. The name white dove had come from my mother, Nina. She said her coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow, and since then, the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children, and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Their mother didn’t give a shit about the family; she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous whe

Anna had left Blue City to go work and study more at the John O’Hale Paranormal Institute; a leading institute for the treatment of werewolves, vampires, lycans, bats, sirens, demons and other paranormal species that might need treatment and that was why she was summoned home; her sister deserved the best care and so, she was to be given. In the five years, Georgia had gotten herself certified in managerial and secretarial skills, working as an air hostess for two years before settling to be a chef and then an hotel manager; she also runs a restaurant on the side. She thanked God that she had decided to hire assistants to oversee her duties in case she had to be absent; and then this popped

Taking the Devine punishment to atone for her sin was worth it for her friend. " Yes. Old friend it is." Celine said and turned to face Mercedes. " I believe her name was Alvira. The Princess of the White Wolf clan." Merced gasped in shock. Celine was talking about her. How and when were they friends. She remembered everything about her past, but she had never seen Celine in her memories. There is no way she could forget someone like her. No matter how hard she tried to strain her brain to remember, she couldn't remember anything about her.

"You're intruding in our privacy and I demand that you leave." What had happened to her? This wasn't his Laura. Had a lot changed over the months? Including her affection for him? "Angel you need to listen to me..." "Mr Williams I want you to leave my house this minute." She cut him off coldly. He stilled, then took a deep breath. "At least tell me why you resigned from your work." She shook her head in surprise and irritation. "Really Mr Williams? Have you resorted to being a liar?"