Angela White Books Novels & Stories

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!"

"There’s nothing to see, don’t come any closer” Angela cried out. It was easy to grab the book from her, just like taking candy from a handicapped baby. When he took the book, Angela felt the heat of embarrassment travelled up to her cheeks and the throbbing in between the legs increased. Antonio went through the pages, his eyes wide open in awe, and then he got to a page and stopped it to read the page out. “Stop it already” Angela screamed out, trying not to touch herself due to the throbbing sensation in her clit…

And he was really torn of believing her that she changed for the better or this just one of her schemes. The Claire now was exactly the Claire that she dreamt about many years ago. He smiled sadly at that thought. He stood up and opened the glass shelves into the part of the special book section. He grabbed that special book entitled: “The CEO’s Little Enchantress”, he opened the book in the middle and took out a photo of a young lady in her 20’s wearing eyeglasses and so focused typing on her laptop. Then he checked another photo of her holding the book and reading it.

Hi everybody! If you are reading this then either you stumbled upon this story or you decided to give this story a chance. And if you did either of them, then WELCOME! I hope you like this story! <3 SUMMARY: Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in a person and always sees the good in him. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer.

As she approached the door, Cordelia could almost feel her heart finding it’s way out through her throat. Despite the fact that she was not a virgin, Cordelia couldn’t accept the fact that she had to sell her body for money. “Am I really doing this? Am I really going to go in there and have sex with a man I don’t even know?” Cordelia uttered to herself as she placed her hands tightly on the door knob. She drew a deep breath and twisted the door knob, opening the door. Immediately, her eyes clashed with a woman dressed in white apparel and a blue apron.

I answered with a subtle,, nonchalant tone but it wasn’t easy to get rare first editions of the novels and also her next surprise. “So nice! I will read ‘Into Her Skies and Back by Angela Vangore. She is a brilliant writer and my favorite.” “And I think you are a brilliant reader as well.” A female voice said from behind and when Maria saw who it was, she squealed loudly while jumping like a little girl. Right there, close to the entrance, stood the writer, Angela Vangore, in person.

Marry said to her. Angela nodded. "Do, you want to stay here, Ma'am?" Marry asked her. "Yes. I love reading books too" Angela said with a smile. "Okay, ma'am then I am going. I need to cook lunch" Marry said. "Sure. And thank you for showing me the way" Angela said to her. "My pleasure ma'am" Marry said and left the room with a heavy heart. Angela started searching for a nice book. After some time she picked up a fantasy book and went towards the chair.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

A beautiful white woman. Angelica was just twenty-one years old. She enjoys being a bitch, sometimes following men and seducing them into giving her money, and sometimes they pay all her bills. She enjoys playing the cute and pretty role. She has long black curly hair, black eyes, a big ass, white smooth skin, she isn't particularly slim, but she has this pretty skin and nice curves. Her lashes were also very long.